Think of how different this country could be... FDR was onto something. Time to put this plan back on the table instead of under the carpet.

"It is our duty now to begin to lay the plans and determine the strategy for the winning of a lasting peace and the establishment of an American standard of living higher than ever before known. We cannot be content, no matter how high that general standard of living may be, if some fraction of our people—whether it be one-third or one-fifth or one-tenth—is ill-fed, ill-clothed, ill-housed, and insecure.


This Republic had its beginning, and grew to its present strength, under the protection of certain inalienable political rights—among them the right of free speech, free press, free worship, trial by jury, freedom from unreasonable searches and seizures. They were our rights to life and liberty.

As our nation has grown in size and stature, however—as our industrial economy expanded—these political rights proved inadequate to assure us equality in the pursuit of happiness.

We have come to a clear realization of the fact that true individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. “Necessitous men are not free men.”[2] People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.

In our day these economic truths have become accepted as self-evident. We have accepted, so to speak, a second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity can be established for all—regardless of station, race, or creed.

Among these are:

The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the nation;

The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;

The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;

The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;

The right of every family to a decent home;

The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;

The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;

The right to a good education.

All of these rights spell security. And after this war is won we must be prepared to move forward, in the implementation of these rights, to new goals of human happiness and well-being.

For unless there is security here at home there cannot be lasting peace in the world."


F.D.R.

Slavery comes in many forms.

Many are being oppressed by dept. That is the goal. Dept keeps you slaving. A slave to the banks. The banks that have been bailed out by your tax dollars. “You don’t pay taxes the government takes the money away from you.” then give it back to the failed banking industry. So who is the government? The banks. Not you! Vote for those who receive contributions from… The banking industry. Rep. or Dem. Now what ? Continue with the same ideas that have failed or real change? Have you had enough?

Taking the moment to lend a hand.

It is when I get to see the recognition of somebody’s grateful grin to my being there to hold a door or to lift them up when they are down… That I find out that my being here, is not about me. It is about being there for them. This existence is hardly one of only self. It is about… Taking the moment to lend a hand. The smallest act of kindness can obliterate the hatred offered from others.


Chris…



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Who makes a deal with a liar?

Making a deal with a liar… Who would do that… How do you trust a liar? Well the obvious answer is you would not make a deal with somebody that could not be trusted.

So from time to time you hear of people making a deal with devil himself. (Utter nonsense.)

So for kicks and giggles lets say I was able to conjure up the devil. That’s correct I sit down with Mr. Scratch. Here is the first problem, Mr. Scratch is not to be trusted. He is evil correct? How can a deal be made? Furthermore how do you really know it is the genuine article? What… Just for me all of sudden Mr. Scratch is a man or spirit of his word? A deal is made and it is going to go according to plan based on what? Based on the fact that Mr. Scratch has seen the error of his ways and to make good he suddenly can be trusted? See how it just boggles the mind, that folks are supposed to have made deals since time began, with the devil.

The thing is “if” I were able to sit down with Mr. Scratch do you think I would make a stupid deal? I mean really, the idea that you go for a deal of a shallow design that leaves you to sit in purgatory what idiot would do that? I would think that if you are able to make a deal you would make sure that you are going to set yourself up to be better off at the end of the contract. All the myth around pacts made with the devil is so laughable, sometimes I simply roll my eyes and truly wonder if evolution has been stunted by too much self absorption.

I read a story long ago about this man on the east coast who actually claimed to have made a deal, he was careful about it in every aspect that he could. Then about two weeks before the deal was to commence he changed his mind. He sought redemption he went to a priest and they waved their hands and magic beads and wooden symbols of peace and the deal was off and all was forgiven. In about 3 days after being saved and finding salvation, he was run over by a bus. “Hmmm?” Says I. This young man according to the priest was punished by Mr. Scratch for going back on his word. Wait he was saved from the deal. The contract with Mr. Scratch was null and void… Simply due to words and symbols and faith. Then in return his new found salvation did nothing to slow the bus down or to offer this young man enough sense to look both ways before crossing the road. The lord gives the devil takes away? So do you wonder if the young man went back on his word his deal on both sides was null and void?

It makes no sense to me. With all the knowledge in the world and all the experience we as a species have to draw from how in the heck do we get so sucked into such a black and white structure of faith. I suppose it is easier then thinking.

If Mr. Scratch has the courage to face me, that could be a interesting conversation. However I will not be leaving a light on nor holding my breath. Who is to say the current dimension that we are in (and reading this personal rant) is not purgatory?

Chris…
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looked ahead

Looked ahead with out forgetting what was behind… Decided to not carry the baggage this far that’s all.




Chris…

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It is all about change.

It is all about change… it is the one thing I can depend on. Things change with regularity. I watch many fight it, and turn into embittered resentful shadows of who they once were. Letting go is not giving up. Letting go lets you go with the flow… Hanging on just leaves you left battered on the rocks.


Chris…

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Their Way- or your way???

I tried things their way, with their idea of how it should be done. I went down others path only to find that I was lost at the end of it. Once I started finding my own way things started getting done. The path I have chose offers riches with every step… I think it may be due to the fact it’s the first time some one has been on it and has not been picked clean already.


Chris…

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Nerf ball brain

Some days my brain is like a super ball inside of a concrete room. Bouncing off the floor the walls the ceiling going every which way. Some days it is like a nerf ball.




Chris…

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People don’t want to change the things they like & want to change the things they don’t like… The mechanism for the forever argument is in place. Now let us break the cycle of the argument and find a way to live in the forever harmony we all want.
The forever argument will forever keep us bound to repeat the cycle that keeps us from evolving if we let it… I will listen. That means I leave my judgments & unsolicited advice at the door. I don’t wish to argue with you just hear you.



Chris…
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We all have a gift. We all have an enormous power. Choice... Use it wisely.

Today (09-11-10) is a anniversary of enormous grief for those who had their gift of choice wiped out by others that chose to impose their ideology on others. It brought no further understanding to the world. It has only caused fear and anger. The choices of 9-11 01, made by group of people that believed that they were right and others were wrong failed to bring any understanding to their beliefs. It only woke the demons of war. The sale of flags rose as the flags unfurled up and down main street. The anger and hostile response to the tragedy has planted seeds for another generation that is being taught to fear others. I see it everyday. I see the choice to lead by an example of fear. The same behaviors that one country imposed upon another that breed this hostile back forth has had another generation in it’s grip.


I have a legacy as we all do to leave behind. I choose to leave a legacy of trying to understand as opposed to a fear based anger driven embittered person. My bank account will be of zero relevance when the vehicle I am in stops completely. What will matter is what message did I pass along. Was it one of a hostile nature or one of tolerance? It is a choice I get to make everyday. It is a gift I do not take for granted. I choose to live today and choose to never forget that the gift is one a great responsibility. Those who act irresponsibly inevitably end losing there choice, either by death or incarceration. Either way each breath we take is a choice. Life the grandest gift we have. Let us use it wisely. It is a choice we face with every breath. Let others enjoy their choice let them extend their gift to others as you wish to extend your self to those around you .




Chris…

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It' happens when we least expect it.

It’s about all of us… It’s about you... It’s about me… It is about all of us.

                                    When it gets singular in either direction it is out of balance.

Harmony is achievable… It’s a choice.
                     I have in me… You have it in you.

We can make this happen… One step each day to the next…
                   We have it in our grasp… Inside the word ‘We.’

I need to take care to mind my requirements…
             So that I can be there for you when you need my help.

When you offer me help I need to remember it is OK to accept your help.
                       Accepting it knowing there is no expectation.

I offer my self to you in a time of need with out expectation…
                      Such a moment amongst the fellow travelers is as simple as holding a door for someone.

You think you have never known the stranger passing…
                             At the end of the day they look for the same things you do.

You know them… They know you… It’s all bout you… It’s all about them.
                                 It’s OK to know you and I are them to others. They are us.

We can make this happen… One step each day to the next…
                               We have it in our grasp… Inside the word ‘We…’

With that I feel better knowing all of you…
                   It helps me to know ‘We…’ Can make this happen.







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change...

It is all about change… it is the one thing I can depend on. Things change with regularity. I watch many fight it, and turn into embittered resentful shadows of who they once were. Letting go is not giving up. Letting go lets you go with the flow… Hanging on just leaves you left battered on the rocks. /;->


Chris...

Blood on the sleeve...

In honor of Kris Kristopherson, I actually fumbled thru my closet this Sunday morning for my cleanest dirty shirt. (“Sunday Morning Coming Down.”) I was happy to see it and it felt good pulling the sleeves over my arms. I rattled around for a few hours doing the usual things. No, no, no beer for breakfast like the song goes…

However though imagine my surprise. I was looking thru some stuff and the light of the day was coming thru the windows like it always does. And low and behold I noticed a stain on my cleanest dirty shirt. “Hmm???” Say’s I, “that appears to be mustard.” No matter it is Sunday and I have no worries about a mustard stains from what was most likely the corn beef and Swiss with pickles and mustard many days ago.

( I was on my monthly quest for the perfect sandwich I came awfully dern close to finding sandwich nirvana… no it did not smell like teen spirit…) Ahh but I digress those that no me affectionately call it my babbling brook. Those that are close have been known to say …. “Chris, enough… Get to the point.” Those with caring hearts say “please?”

So I see the stain and glance again to the sleeve. That sleeve that is doing it’s job ever so well. “Another stain??? This is not mustard…” It is dark and there is a tiny rip in the middle of the stain, very tiny. It occurs to me that the stain is blood. “What!?!?” In my best sleuth mode I retrace my steps where did this happen how did this happen my thin armor of flesh has no marks, no indication of being bloodied at any recent time. How on earth, or where ever, did this happen?

OK, OK, mustard on my Sunday shirt no issue. Blood with out any wounds to my mortal flesh interesting. Indeed interesting. Alas I may never know as to whom the blood belongs to nor how it happened.

BUT!!! I know this I have the last two slices of dill rye and some pickles and mustard left. Today I will feast on mustard and pickles, yes the corn beef is gone it was delicious it fed my inner carnivore… I wonder how red beans and rice (chilled) will spread on those last two pieces of dill rye?

Blood on the sleeve makes for interesting thought patterns that have led me to dill rye, mustard, red beans and rice (chilled) spread topped off with dill pickles! Sunday has it’s perks!

Chris…







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Dog Hair Productions

The clock is quiet it is digital… The ticking is silent… The sound of mechanical time went digital. Your breathing right now… The same sound before the digital soundtrack.

Turn down the electronics that drown out your breathing. Take notice of your presence. As many do in the daily motion of your life.

When the clock stops it goes unnoticed. Time has not stopped. Time has continued on with you. Letting go of the time that is now behind you… Lets you breathe now.

Your not being dismissed nor forgotten like the clock. Your moving on in each breath. Your life is happening now.

The silence of the hands of time are an illusion. The hands of time continue to spin… The tides continue with or with out the clocks.

When a moment of actual silence presents itself. Listen to the greatest gift given… Your life… Your life is right now listen carefully.

Chris…













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Dog Hair Productions

fight the ruling class...

I want change... Wait no I don't... I want change... Wait no I don't. Bahhh!



The ruling class loves this… That is why it keeps everyone bickering and complaining and scared of “change” exactly what the ruling class needs to remain in the ruling class. I said it a few days ago I am saying it again… “People don’t want to change the things they like & want to change the things they don’t like.” The right has been whipping up fear of the left as the left whipped up fear of the right… It is truly the American way you need a ruling class to feel safe inside the illusions of fear. I am so sick of the “forever argument” that never come to agreements. The “forever argument…” Get over it. Evolve, find peace.

Breaking the forever argument.

“People don’t want to change the things they like & want to change the things they don’t like… The mechanism for the forever argument is in place. Now let us break the cycle of the argument and find a way to live in the forever harmony we all want.” CH /;->

backwards insomnia

Like most things in my life I seem to do them off schedule from others, some say I do things backwards. Well for one I’m horrible at insomnia… I do it backwards from most. Mine seems to hit me at four in the morning. My insomnia hits me then I suppose from getting up before dawn for some other persons economic interest. The mutual exploitations of each other. They exploited my services I exploited their need to have somebody drive their truck.

Ya’ see things in the morning that you don’t see at night… Ya’ see folks that are very interesting far more interesting than the celebrities. Celebrity is interesting enough I suppose. But it is the everyday person that I find far more interesting to watch and listen to. (Reality shows do not count.)

My insomnia hits at four am. These days... If I’m lucky it hits at six am. Kind of a pain for somebody who likes the idea of staying up past midnight. Of course the streets are quiet at one am. Except for the arguments across the street that are fueled by a bottle of rum.

The everyday person scrapping and struggling to have a place with clean sheets and two rooms & a bath. They intrigue me. It is me, it is many of us. At the end of the day or night… We all basically want the same thing, a safe place to get some rest. So that we do it all again the next day.

Drove short line at night for many years saw strange things out on the night road. Sedans packed tight with the worldly belongings of the driver. Twine holding the trunk lids closed all the belongings in boxes peeking out above the tail lights. It always looked as if the trunk lid was ready to pop open at the next bump in the road.

Owls with wing spans as wide as the windshield of that old International Harvester I drove. Glad I never hit one those owls. They always flew right at the damn truck and turned at the last minute before impact. The headlights of the truck illuminating the white feathers that are underneath what you normally see when looking at a owl just perched in a tree, or a barn. I tell ya’ those white feathers underneath reflecting the headlights back at me was blinding then whoosh the owl would be gone. I would be blinking my eyes for a few minutes trying to adjust back to the darkness of the night. Seemed to happen when the moon was out.

Elk herds that followed the path of migration. A path that was there long before the ribbon of concrete was put in that cut across the elk path. Glad I never hit one of those elk. Came close one time. Stopped my rig, and walked back to the herd. The elk stopped and looked at me I think they were annoyed that the path of migration was interrupted and looked at me as a intruder. Full moon that night we just stood there for a minute or two. I left wondering just wondering well not much else one can do in truck for nine ten hours a night. Sometimes I miss those clear mountain nights. Sometimes I miss those early mornings when the rest of the world seemed to be asleep. Except for those sedans that were packed so tight the only space was for the person behind the wheel. I parked that truck years ago. Ended up driving a desk.

Don’t see many elk here in town, nor any owls. I do get to see a young falcon once in a while he lands in the tree off my balcony. Sometimes the urban raccoon with young ones right behind. So critters keep showing up to say hello. Just different ones from years ago.

Those early morning wake up calls for years are the cause of my backwards insomnia. Yep I’m up all day. Some days are more awake some days are just exhausted imitations of being awake. I tried a nap a while back… I heard great things about them. If were not for the daylight insomnia I wouldn’t mind getting some rest. None the less if I slept all morning long I would not see the characters that keep this sleepy little sea side village going.













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