A MIND FOREVER VOYAGING THROUGH STRANGE SEAS OF THOUGHT, ALONE


This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.



The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

NIGHT OF THE LIVING HUMAN RESOURCE ZOMBIES

What is the scariest thing you can think of?  A dozen gang members breaking into your home?  Opening the wrong door and walking into the ebola room at the hospital?  Freddy Kruger in your dreams?  None of that scares me.  You know what really scares me?

Human Resources.

Frankly, I can't believe I made it this long without beeping on their radar.

So, without too much detail lest I implicate myself and changing the story just a little bit, I made a mistake, a violation of the rules.  It was a big one too, apparently.  No, I didn't curse out a customer, manager or co worker.  No I didn't tell the gay black jewish prostitute joke, well, not at work.  No I didn't sell secrets to the Chinese, they already have them.  Nor did I write a blog or article  unveiling information on future products or internal issues.  Nope, what I did pales those simple pedestrian violations of conduct.

What I did was copy and paste trouble shooting steps and emailed them to the customer having an issue.

I know, I know, how can you possibly read any further.  You must be thinking now I've sold my soul to Satan or Facebook, but now I'm repeating myself.  Yes, rather than orally read the steps over the phone to the customer I emailed them so he or she - see, covering myself here - could do them on his or her own.  And the person who provided me those troubleshooting steps somehow, well, they guessed, due to the email I received from the customer and forwarded to the person, apparently they knew of one line in one of the ten thousand documents we are required to know, that says we can't do that and because person is under 30, I would bet, did write me back telling me I wasn't suppose to do that, nope.  Did they write me back and CC my boss saying "don't bleepin ever bleepin copy and paste my bleepin trouble shooting steps again".  No, they notified HR.

Interesting side note, random sample of 7 other people I work with and 6 of 7 didn't know it either and 5 of the 7 had done it also.

fortunately, my manager has my back, I think.   Because when I read the article I pointed out besides doing something I wasn't suppose to do I also saw something I didn't do that I was suppose to do and she was kind enough to totally ignore that in the meeting, though he/she was kind enough to include it in the report to HR so now I have two violations instead of one.

Jeepers.

But this doesn't really surprise me.  Fortunately I was able to keep my mouth shut of about a dozen other rules I've broken or bent and leads to the topic of the blog tonight.

Generational differences.

I grew up in an era where there were rules, but rules could be bent or broken in specific situations.  For example, you are passing a pond with NO SWIMMING signs.  As you pass, you hear a scream and a small child is struggling in the water.  So you dive in, swim out, and save the child.  You are a hero.

Problem is today, when you get back to shore, the police are waiting for you and place you under arrest.  The social services comes out and interviews the parents because obviously they are unfit parents of the child.  The hero is facing criminal charges for violating the NO SWIMMING signs, as well as federal charges for EPA violations.

The point is, people once exercised discretion, discrimination; understanding that every law has it's exceptions in certain circumstances.  That is why Harry Hoodlum coming to school with a switchblade in his pocket would be suspended but Billy Boy Scout with a Scout Knife in his pocket would not be suspended.  It's why if cops busted a couple of teens necking with a six pack they just poured out the six pack and sent you on your way.  Today, the boy scout gets suspended too, and the teens get busted and a record.

Zero Tolerance.  There are no exceptions to the rules.  Goose and gander suffer the same fate.  So I sit this weekend, wonder when HR comes back from the holidays, if anyone else was ever fired for this violation, then I too will be fired.  Because, if one person is fired and another is not, then the fired person can make some claim of discrimination.  Laws, lawsuits, and human resources.  Freddy Kruger with degrees.

But what is really behind this is thinking, or lack thereof.  See, when there are no choices, then people aren't required to think.  You have a few rules, and it leaves so much open for creativity, interpretation, flexibility.  Have lots of rules and no creativity, no interpretation, no flexibility.  Have too many rules and no one can know them all, no one can know for sure if they are violating a rule or not.

And the trouble with never learning how to think, never recognizing alternatives, consequences, and such.  It's like the coin flipping question.  You have an unbiased coin and are going to flip it 10 times.  The first 9 times it comes up heads.  What are the odds of heads on the last flip?

Most people answer 50/50, but that is wrong.  But that is how we are trained to think - each event is totally independent, no connection or connectiveness.  50/50 is wrong, things are connected.  The correct answer is .000098 probability or 100% probability, because for the latter, your assumption of unbiased is wrong.

So I wonder if the person that notified human resources realized the series of events he/she set in motion, did he/she even consider the person would be fired?  Did he/she even give a thought to a 57 year old man being made unemployed?  At the holidays?  No, bet it never crossed their mind and never will cross their mind, well, don't be the last one, I have their email.  They will know.

So what did I learn?  Well, if I survive this round, never use that department for help again.  Frankly, between you and me, if the 3 months I've sent over 1/2 a dozen requests and have yet to get a solution anyways.  Secondly, never again use my work email with customers.  Since it is only logical to assume that there are other rules out there I don't know, I need to eliminate sources for those errors.  This is the second time I had an email issue; about a month ago some woman didn't like the answer and after we exchanged some emails she got real nasty on a daily basis so I finally blocked her.  I did tell my manager about it.

Funny how he/she never mentioned the blind CC thing then.

And when you think that your life isn't right.
You know the day isn't always like night.
You've had your peace now it's time for you to fight.
Just give your best to your friends.

I'm just a clown that used to run around .
I used to have a million friends.
I used to start where ev'rybody ends .
So I just give my best to my friends.

And when you think that your life isn't right.
You know the day isn't always like night.
You've had your peace now it's time for you to fight.
Just give your best to your friends.


Bee Gees  pre disco

Monday, November 24, 2014

SHOW SOME RESPECT

Can you believe the nerve of those rioters in STL tonight?  They actually had the bad manners to attack some of those NY/DC reporters!  Imagine their shock when rioters threw things at them, attacked the camera, and all sorts of bad things that aren't suppose to happen to them in 'fly over country'.

Frankly, it was the only enjoyable part of what coverage I saw on the net.  My gosh, though, the stories they have to tell at the corporate Xmas party while munching on crap puffs, cheese, and sipping their wine.

Took an enjoyable Saturday morning to leisurely spend time in the bookstore.  Haven't been there in ages and figured won't be there again until late January with the Xmas stuff and all.  Of course, the first 3 books I had on my list to look for, they don't have.  Was able to land a couple of Umberto Eco's novels though, that will take awhile to read, one doesn't knock off an Eco novel over a weekend.

But it was nice to browse, though I did cause somewhat of a disturbance in line when the couple in front of me, my age bracket, and suddenly a teen age asian girl comes into the line to join them and the woman turns to me and says she's with us and I said "I hope so, she's too young for me".

The man didn't find it funny, though there was plenty of laughter behind me in line.

And, by the way, to those who think Xmas is some sort of pagan bastardization of Christmas, pay attention.  The first couple of letters of Christ in the Greek are Xpi and for centuries Christians were referred to as Xpians.  Then about the 1800's, the P was dropped to Xians.  Xmas is the by product of Xpians.

But tonight, I'm going to share with you this years stuffing recipe.  I make great Thanksgiving stuffing - but never the same. I may not know to boil potatoes before mashing them, I may still thing jelled cranberry sauce is better than all those fancy dishes, and I may think that only good thing about thanksgiving turkey are the sandwiches for the next week or two, but when it comes to stuffing; I got it.

Start with Panera bread and get two loaves of sourdough bread.  Don't cut it, tear it into pieces.  Then you chop up two onions, bunch of celery, and fresh mushrooms.  Mix with some veggy or chicken broth, water, stir it all up, add a little Worcestershire sauce and then some blue cheese crumbles - don't overdue the blue cheese.

So there you have it.  Add the turkey, cranberry jell, saurkraut, mash potatoes and gravy and have yourselves a really nice thanksgiving.


Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandmother's house we go;
the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandfather's house away!
We would not stop for doll or top,
for 'tis Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river, and through the wood—
oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose
as over the ground we go.
Over the river, and through the wood—
and straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow,
it is so hard to wait!
Over the river, and through the wood—
When Grandmother sees us come,
She will say, "O, dear, the children are here,
bring a pie for everyone."
Over the river, and through the wood—
now Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

NO PROBLEM

I don't know when that term became part of our everyday language, but it's really starting to piss the hell out of me.

Went out for lunch today and decided to have Greek food, haven't had it for quite some time, so I dropped by to get takeout at Athens in Fort Collins.  Pretty girl if I can say that without sounding like a leering perverted middle age man, which I am, just don't like sounding like it too often.

So she comes out with the bag with the food and I say "thank you" and she says "no problem".  And as I walk out of the restaurant, I realize it's all gotten whacked out.  She didn't say thank you for stopping in here, thank you from all the restaurant choices you could of made today, you chose  to spend your money here, thank you so choosing our restaurant.  I said thank you because she handed me the bag and she said 'no problem'.  Well, I'm certainly glad it wasn't a problem for me to drive thru traffic, find a damn parking place, wait here while you prepared my plate and then took my money and handed me a bag, for which you pocketed a 3 dollar tip.

Or am I just pissed because I can't sweet talk into things pretty women like that anymore?  You know, some Freudian psycho thing.

When did no problem replace you are welcome?

So, here is a prediction, and my longtime imaginary readers know, it's a crap shoot when I predict.

First, Obama is going to announce this week or so his plan to overthrow the nation and turn it into a third world cesspool, otherwise known as his Immigration Plan; where tens of millions of people who came here illegally are to be rewarded with citizen ship and your job.  But I'm not going to talk about the plan, I'm going to talk about the timing and thus my prediction:  Obama will announce the plan the night before, day of, or day after the grand jury in Fergy MO announces their findings on the cop shooting the 300lb little boy a couple of months ago.

Nothing like covering your rape and pillage of the american way of life with a good old fashion riot.  Who wants to listen to policy wonks talk about the economic effects of things when houses and businesses will be burning, cops will be shooting people, people shooting cops, and two hundred million americans will be glued to the TV thinking, "Wow, this is a great new show, what's it's name?"

It bothers me that everyone expects black people to riot.  It's kind of racist when you think about it.  No one expects white people to riot over anything.  But blacks we expect to riot and loot at the drop of a dime.  You can't get a white person off the couch to riot for anything.  Chopping off heads of Christians all over the world and few churches even bring it up.  Millions of jobs and factories shipped overseas and the middle class is now the poverty class and nada, nothing, not a peep.  And who can forget that massive nationwide riot when OJ was found not guilty of killing his white wife and her white boyfriend?    Now millions of illegal aliens are about to be legalized so they can turn the US into Mexico North and, I'm sorry, yawning, what's on TV?

But by golly we can count on blacks to loot and pillage for smaller excuses that a college kid has to drink a beer.  At least some things haven't changed over the last 50 years.  Yep, as soon as that great society started, the black riots started.  And when it's over you may have cases where white home owners shot black people breaking into their homes and if the blacks were not armed, is that another grand jury and another riot.

What would make me clap, is after the announcement, no riot occurs.  All the media will be there waiting and waiting an nothing will happen.  And our capped toothed blonde dyed talking heads will be trying to explain what happened, why no riots, mayhem, pillaging, or raping occurred.  and then they will start apologizing for being such racist idiots.

Okay, dream over.  Let's face it, there will be riots whether or not the GJ votes to not charge or charge the cop with murder, treason, and tax evasion.  All the players are in place, all the deals have been cut, the people want their new computers, TV's, and other things they deserve, the military wants to play war with US citizens, and the media wants to cover it all in full color so people can watch it all play out on their 60" flat panel Bose sound system home entertainment churches.

And I ask God why and His only reply is "No Problem".

There's a train every day leaving either way
There's a world you know, there's a way to go
And you'll soon be gone, that's just as well
This is my opening farewell

A child's drawings left there on the table
And a woman's silk lying on the floor
And I would keep them here if I were able
To lock her safe behind this open door

But suddenly it's so clear to me
That I'd asked her to see what she may never see
And now my kind words find their way back to me

There's a train every day leaving either way
There's a world you know, you got a way's to go
And I'll soon believe, it's just as well
This is my opening farewell

Jackson Browne

Sunday, November 16, 2014

NORTH DALLAS FORTY REDEUX

Somewhere, Peter Gent is smiling today.

News story of the feds checking out NFL teams today looking for narcotics and other drugs routinely given to players without prescriptions.

About 40 years after the release of North Dallas Forty.  For those that saw the movie and not read the book, shame on you.  Movie didn't really follow the book all that much.

When NDF came out, it cause quite a sensation.  Gent had been a receiver for the Cowboys back when Landry ran Texas.  If you knew about teams back then, followed the sports, it was easy to figure out Maxwell was Meredith, who was Morton, Lily, Hayes, etc.  Meredith hated the book, too bad, it made him an even bigger star.

But the book, written as fiction, depicted an NFL full of injections on game day, speed on game day, downers and relaxants after the game, all washed down with liberal amounts of alcohol.  Of course, Gent was blasted by the NFL, the Cowboys, scoffed at and ridiculed.

It was and is one of my five favorite novels of all time.  The character is the classic anti hero of the 1970's, a flawed man in a flaw world who doesn't come out on top.  The ending of the book is breathtakingly sad.

So what happened today?  So many players from the 70's, 80's and 90's are fracking cripples today in their 40's, 50's and 60's.  They have lost mental capacity, are physical wrecks, not just from the injuries they sustained on the field but from the drugs they were given and organs are shot today because of all the painkillers.  I mean these guys lived on 100 pills a month.  And their stories, all documented for legal cases, left the door open for the feds to swoop in on several teams today looking for those drugs.

Must have been a long uncomfortable flight home for those players not getting their after game cocktails.

But millions of americans sat glued to their TV's, bundled up in the stands, watching their gladiators do battle today.  The players are paid more per game than most people in this country make in a year.  And so it will go on, the players enjoying the life of a professional athlete, then the bill comes due in their 40's and 50's for all those head crunching tackles, their knees, hips, shoulders, and elbows shot, organs wasted from years of drug abuse; while the fans sit back and enjoy a new generation of heroes.

seems her father didn't approve 
of his long hair and far out groove 
but he knew, he couldn't stop her

Dallas Alice
Dallas Alice
Well I'm coming back to you babe

Saturday, November 15, 2014

RETIRING THE OLD BOOTS

Well, the first snow of a few inches hit this week along with the cold.  I mean, it is Colorado, but when temps have been steady 60's for three months and in 24 hours sees dips into single digits and below zero, it is painful; no build up of tolerance to the cold.

What was depressing were my boots.  I bought them around 1998, great pair of hiking boots, do well in winter, and been wearing them ever since.  Picked them up this week and noticed the sole of one dropped off.  So been walking around in zero and 3 inches of snow in running shoes, freezing my feet and trying to bribe the dog with a dollar if he poops quick.  So far, hasn't cost me a buck.

But I'll miss those old boots, they were kind of famous.  The are the same make and model of boot that the guy who might have killed the Ramsey girl wore.  I remember coming out on vacation to Winter Park the January or February after she was killed in December, and reading in the paper that the cops found tracks in the snow and they were the exact same shoe I was wearing around Winter Park leaving tracks.  I was so hoping to be "a person of interest" while on vacation.  On the other hand, maybe I shouldn't have said anything, all witnesses to me being home at Xmas that day are either dead or don't talk to me anymore, might not be so much fun now.

I guess it would be kind of like having a pair of those loafers OJ had on the night he didn't kill his wife and her boyfriend.  Another one of those mysteries of life.

Speaking of which, why do I have such a hard time keeping the back side of my pants up?  When did my ass disappear, I feel fully qualified to be a plumber now because every time I bend over to pick something up I have to hitch up the back of my pants when I stand.  When did that happen?  I mean I still wear regular fit blue jeans, but jeepers.  Plus to add to the misery, I think I pinched a nerve or something in my neck, every time I bend over I get a dullish pain all over the left side of my neck and head.  I can't do pushups anymore because of it, yet do pullups, dips, clean and press the kettle bell with no pain.  Weird.

I try not to talk to much about work here, where I work, though most regular readers probably figured it out.  But sometimes things happen.  Had a call today, names and places changed to protect the innocent- well me, and a guy in Idaho needed to get his device replaced but the device was inactive in our system and it took a good hour to figure out the reason it was inactive was some person in a store in Virginia had replaced some girls phone and made a typo on the serial number and now this guy can't get his device fixed because we said he didn't have it anymore.

Fortunately, and unlike many places, we can fix these things pretty quick if we can figure out what happened and I was able to do so, consequently it was fairly easy to fix for those who do such fixes.

But it's the second time in two days.

One stroke of a key and a mistake gets sucked up into a computer system, shared with other systems, and soon it will be around the globe in databases.

You see this all the time.  Someone types the wrong letter, the wrong number, and suddenly you are dead in the Social Security system; someone keys a 7 instead of a 9 and you can spend 5 years fighting the IRS.  And I'm sure a few people have found themselves on the wrong end of the law because of a mistake.

That  is the problem with technology.  It allows up to calculate, write, communicate at the speed of light; and transmit our mistakes, compounding them, 1/2 a second to make the mistake, years to clear up  the mistake.  Time, energy, money, blood, sweat and tears for the victim and the person that makes the typo never suffers, never knows, never understands their carelessness caused so much pain and misery.

Stopped at the store today and something I wanted wasn't on the shelf and the girl scanned the bar code and said they had 4 of them in the back, how many did I want?  Then she came back and said there were none.  Computer shows four, reality shows zero.  Trust Uni.

If the world took one month with no sales and actually counted everything they really had, people would rarely find where the computer matched reality, but we've chosen to ignore reality and trust technology.  It's just easier.  So what if it's all wrong, as long as we all play on the wrong data, what difference does it make?  Accept the illusion and everything will be just fine.

Welcome to the grand illusion
Come on in and see what's happening
Pay the price, get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playing
Suddenly your heart is pounding
You're wishing secretly you were a star

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

NEVER TEASE A DELUSIONAL NARCISSISTIC SOCIOPATH

No TV for 17 months and haven't missed it a bit, until tonite.

I love election nights, well, most of them.  I love listening to returns, listening to all the talking heads leading up to the election and then on election night watching them explain why they were wrong but still should be heard.

This year, I got nothing.  Got off work and dog walked by 10:15 and immediately head to Fox News who's website claimed live streaming election coverage but when I get there, no go.  Unless you have cable TV account you can log in but if I had a cable tv subscription why the hell would I need to log in to watch on the computer.  I even tried MSNBC.  CNN, did get something on PBS, which I think were former Sesame Street actors analyzing the elections while learning the alphabet or something - seriously bad.

I tried TV stations in NY, CHI, Denver; finally got one in LA.  Well, I think it was news, or maybe a commercial station that interrupted commercials with short burst of news.

I'm having serious withdraws tonite.

But some big surprises.  Glad Crist lost in Florida, that guy just totally creeps me out.  When I look up sleeze, I think I would see a picture of him.

It was an amazing night for republicans, probably going to end up with 54 Senate seats and about 245 in the house.

Now we watch Obama EO legalization of 30 million illegal aliens and it is game over.  Last time you will see reps win like this in our lifetimes.

Never tease a delusional narcissistic sociopath.  Better to mock a hungry bear or pester a cobra.  How would a normal person react to the beating Obama took last night?  Probably some soul searching, trying to figure out some way to salvage the next four years, cuts some deals, you know, like Clinton did.

But not Obama.  He is about to teach the voters of this nation a lesson for turning on him.  He is going to legalize 30 million illegal aliens.  Now, he will say 5, admit to 10, but it's kind of like the keep your doctor and premiums going down thing.   Whatever he says, multiply it by at least six.

Obama fears people will know the real Obama.  Know what a fraud he is, know what a fake he is.  We've had a industrial media empire covering up for this man.

Do you know who the first person was to claim Obama was born in Africa?  Take a guess.  It was Obama.  His first book, the PR firm had these really nice brochures for him, selling him for speaking engagements, born in Kenya.  In fact, it was around for years.  Also you can find old PBS videos from Channel 11 in Chicago where Obama is on some boring PBS talk show and talking about how he was born in Africa.

A completely scrubbed life, a fake life, with all records under lock and key.  Think about that for a moment.  Obama won his election in Illinois for the Senate by having the media pressure to have divorce papers of his opponent, sealed by the courts, released.

Go back and watch Obama give one of those great cliche filled speeches and watch his head movement.  The find video of Mussolini giving a speech and compare the head movement.  Always unnerves me.

And now he is loose.  No more elections to concern him, now it's time for him to pay back all those he wants.  Now he is free to complete his mission, free to complete what he was put here to do in the first place.

It's going to be a bad two years.

There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you're always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down


Buffalo Springfield

Saturday, November 1, 2014

WELL, THAT IS DEPRESSING

For the last week, these are the stats from blogs read.

So basically, some off hand whimsical thing on the Bears gets as many hits as the next four blogs combined.  Which, could be interpreted as stop wasting my time thinking and just think 'football' and order a pizza, get a big screen TV and give up.

Jeesh, no wonder the world sucks.  Another week and more people will have viewed the football joke from my blog than read my book.



Posts

I AM NAZARENE

Ever go thru a period at work or in life where you feel totally incompetent?  I'm having one of those periods right now; on going problems I can't figure out, an upset customer who has called me all sorts of names and threatening to write a letter to the prez about how bad I am because she can't remember her password, doesn't know her security question, and can't get the email to reset a password because she doesn't remember that password either and the only phone that had the email on it is the phone that is not working.

Only other time I ever remember feeling this incompetent was one time when I went home with a waitress and saw she had a copy of a book, called the Karma Supra or something and I thought it was a book about VW and Toyota working on a car together.  Boy, was I wrong.

But that would have sure been a seriously cool car.

So Cub fans are seriously excited, hiring Joe Madden as their new manager.  Never mind their current manager did a pretty good job this year, was given a total support and will be back next year and then dumped like some high school girl gets dumped by her guy after a cheerleader asks him out.  And Cub fans are like this is it, they are going to make the World Series.

Unfortunately, Joe Madden has just entered the twilight zone of managers and will learn what many a great baseball man has learned in the past; Wrigley is where great genius managers go to die.  Going to be fun to watch, for this Sox fan.

I got my new shirt from Voice of the Martyrs yesterday.  It has the aramaic letter 'N' on the front.  That is what ISIS is painting on the doors of houses where Christians live in Iraq and Syria, for Nazarene, to mark those people Christian for death.  So now I can proudly wear that around and hope some islamic idiot takes offense.  But mostly to remind other Christians, though it might be lost on many.

In my studies, I often wonder about churches and denominations.  There are many things I admire, for example, of Catholics, but there is so much I disagree with and have troubles understanding how a catholic just shrugs it off.  But many Evangelicals treat the catholic church like it is some sort of evil empire, just waiting to develop the Death Star or something.

I take this from The Deacon's Bench:


In an i-phone recording of the meeting, published on the Ark Community website, Pope Francis thanks Palmer’s widow and the new leader of the community, Archbishop Robert Wise, for carrying forward the dream of walking together in communion. “We are sinning against Christ’s will” the Pope says, “because we continue to focus on our differences,” but “our shared baptism is more important than our differences.”
While the devil, the “father of lies” divides us, the Pope continues, we are called to preach the Gospel in every corner of the earth, with the certainty that He is with us. “We each have in our Churches excellent theologians,” the Pope says, “but we shouldn’t wait for them to reach agreement.”


I read that with agreement and a forewarning of danger.  Denominations do spend too much time on the differences; in fact, when you think about it, a Bible thumping baptist probably has more in common with a serious catholic than he does with a new england american baptist.  Yet what would it look like if all the denominations came together?  There are many denominations today, sects within denominations, so how will that pan out?  Woman priests?  Abortion?

Do you realize the differences in interpretations we face?  The catholics for centuries have turned just about everything into the Bible to allegory, except the part in John where Jesus says eat my flesh and drink my blood in John 6 literally; but at the last supper Jesus shows represents - if it were literal in John 6, then why didn't Jesus let each of them take a bite?  Evangelicals take everything so literal without reading between the lines, how do these come together?  Then each denomination have branches that are so culturally changed that when they get done removing things from the Bible that do not fit our culture the Bible will become a 99 cent short story on Kindle.

Is this what God wanted?

Fundies take Genesis 1 literally.  The problem is when you read between the lines, what is not known? For example, after God knocked Adam out, took a rib, and made Eve, how long passed between then and when Eve took her stroll down the Garden path and met Satan?  A week?  A month?  Ten thousand years?  Let's face it, if you are immortal, do you count your birthdays?  Why would you?  When did Lucifer and those angels revolt?  After God made it all and said it was good, or long before which is why the earth was without form and void?

Others just write it all off as a story, no basis in reality.

There are common grounds between some areas of each denomination, but if the same denomination cannot agree on anything, how would all the denominations ever come to agreement?  Let's face it, by 200 AD, the church had divided up already.  What started as 5 main churches, all on the same page, in Ethiopia, Alexandria, Jerusalem, Antioch, and Rome.  And they all split apart, first Rome, then the others split up or were wiped out.  Smaller areas and churches formed, getting back to the basics, and when the church in Rome started losing debates and stuff, they came up with the wonderful solution of genocide to wipe out entire areas of 'non believers' and heretics.

We can't even agree on Bible books.  I love asking the KJV believers who insist that the KJV is the one good Bible, why their copy only has 66 books, when the original had over 80.  Most get very confused - but the truth is there were over 80 books.  The same pastors who gladly use Josephus in sermons to quote history cringe at Jasher or Enoch.

I don't know.  I just don't see a whole lot of good coming out of a whole lot of compromising.  When consensus is being gained, it usually means that a whole lot of people are about to be conned out of their senses.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.