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.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

TRUTH BE TOLD: BLACK LIVES DON'T MATTER

If time is suppose to be a constant, why does a week off seem to fly by at 5x the speed of a week of work?

Let's face it, black lives don't matter, but then neither do white lives, hispanic lives, asian lives etc etc etc.  I know in campaign seasons, politicians like to act like you and your race are the most important thing in the world, but then after the election they ignore everyone until they need money for reelection.

Remember 8 years ago when The Man from Kenya was elected president - hey, not a birther, just going off of all his appearances and PR stuff in the 90's and early 2000's when HE said he was born in Kenya - but blacks thought they finally had equality and how's that worked out for black america?

Well, you might have gotten a free phone to call someone who cares.  But, nobody does.

Bill Clinton recently came up with a really great idea to resurrect Detroit from the slum that it is; his idea was to bring in 10,000 Syrian refugees, give them free homes and jobs that paid to rebuild the homes.  Funny, 8 years as president, he never came up with a job plan like that for blacks.

Nor did Obama.  In fact, just about anyway you measure things, black america is seriously worse off today than they were 8 years ago, well unless you live in Charlotte and managed to grab yourself a new TV, iPhone, microwave, Jordan Airs and whatever else you could carry out of the local stores that were vandalized while protesting the unfair shooting of an armed black man by a black cop because whites are racists.

And that wonderful video of the white guy being dragged, beaten and stripped naked has made gun sales around the country skyrocket this weekend.  Nice job living up to the stereotype you so argue is unfair.

I hope the white guy that was dragged, beaten, stomped and stripped was a racist sob before that happened because if he survives, he will be from now on.

Saw a graph today, sorry, didn't save it, was a bar chart of whites killing blacks, blacks killing whites, whites killing whites, blacks killing blacks, cops shooting whites and cops shooting blacks and guess which of those was the smallest barely readable bar on the chart.......  I'll give you another minute.....that's right, cops shooting blacks.

Let's give the millionaire football players a moment to get off their knee, there we go.

But back to the larger philosophical point of all this; black lives, white lives etc don't really matter.  Let's face it, most of us are little blips in history and will quickly be forgotten the moment we join the majority of humanity in death.  At best we are just part of a continuing series of cause and effects and maybe touched a life here or there but most of us will matter no more than Fred Clausic who died in 1854.

Don't know Fred, me either, made it up, but there might have been a Fred then.

It's like when I was going thru these picture books after my dad died, these old black books with black and white pictures of men and women and I was related to them, no idea who they were, and realized this is the last thing left of them on the planet, these pictures, and I'm tossing them into the garbage and that last thread of having lived on this earth was about to be snipped once and for all.  Took me nearly 4 hours to look thru two books, staring at the photos, wonder who they were, what they did, what they dreamed, how did they live?  And then into the dumpster and it still haunts me to this day.

And so it goes with all of us, we dreamed as youths of being great and being famous and 99.9999% of us never will be, never were meant to be, and are just filler in between historic events.

We just go thru the motions, go thru the days, hoping we don't get sick, don't lose a job, the car starts, the kids are okay, no war breaks out, and we avoid the black riots.

But those hopes are getting harder and harder.  I use to use the simile of we are all in this massive game of musical chairs and we cling to our seats as long as we can and when the music starts we see not one chair disappear about thousands and then the music stops and i've come to the conclusion it doesn't really matter anymore whether you know this is happening or go thru life with this illusion it will never happen to you; it's color blind, sex blind, race blind - we don't matter, no one cares, no one listens, and there is little we can do.

Black Lives Matter is funded by Soros, some blacks are getting seriously wealthy from that, but most are not going to see a dime.  Illegals are being rushed thru naturalization so they can vote for Hillary this fall.  Soros if funding an overseas drive to get 8 million americans living abroad to vote democratic - let's face it, there will be 8 million ballots coming over whether an actual US citizen fills it out is another story, while soldiers ballots will be delayed, dumped and rejected.

It's not that black lives don't matter, it's we don't matter anymore.  Rod Serling, your table is ready.


I found this photograph
Stashed between the old joist walls
In a place where time is lost
Lost behind, where all things fall

Broken books and calendars
Letters script in careful hand
Music too, a standard tune by
Some forgotten big brass band

From the threshold what's to see
Of our brave new century?
The television's just a dream
Radio, silver screen
Big smile for the camera

How did she know?
The moment could be lost forever
Forever more



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