The steam created a frightening “Hiss, Hiss” sound! What was hiding within the steam? Radioactive elements moved silently over the earth to contaminate the land, the food, the milk & the inhabitants. Katie, bar the door or at least grab the Duck Tape! Will the tape do any good was the universal question?
Red, white and blue — just what does that mean? Is it freedom? Is it truth? Is it justice? What is it?
What to believe? Is the news really the news or some form of prefabricated sound bites that taste good, but carry zero intellectual calories.
Watch and listen with care, filter by listening to many different voices. Maybe, just maybe somewhere in the middle is the truth. It may be hard to see, but don’t give up!
A collective, red tear was visible on all of humanity. The nuclear nightmare had emerged from the ground once again. No pumps, no water, no nothing — only deadly radiation, fear, slow death – will certain parts of humanity learn and heed from this lesson?
The departed, tsunami Japanese souls gathered in one place and enlisted prayers for the living, their families, friends and all of Japan for healing and faith in the midst of this horrific water and lack of water (please stay cool, rods) disaster. May the world learn from this event, not to continue playing with 4000 degree heat…….
Let’s put the face with the name Ponzi Schemes. This is Charles Ponzi, the Boston businessman/swindler who garnered millions of dollars from investors between 1919 and 1920. Is it possible that the recent, risky trading in mortgage-backed securities deserves the description of a Ponzi Scheme? And, why haven’t the perpetrators of this world wide, catastrophic Ponzi Scheme not been made to be accountable? The reason could be (the usual), perhaps friends in high places or well placed cash in the pockets of un-named officials or both…….
And the taxpayers continue to pay out, again and again – bailout after bailout – as bonuses continue to reward the crimes. Better the taxpayers toss ’em some bones rather than bonuses!
Often we become confused by the human drama. When this occurs it is helpful to step back and examine the plot unfolding with a wider perspective and from a clearer vision, vantage point. A slight movement backwards or to one side or the other allows one to perceive the real scene, not the one the ego is transfixed upon. Breath deeply, step back & examine the situation. Now, what do you really see…….
Is there a change from the top to bottom (or vice-versa!), perhaps the addition/deletion of 5, count ’em 5 dots?
The bright red ties this small group together, binding and controlling their every emotion and action. Ever feel that way when in a group of like minded humanity. Is it mob rule or simply, swept up by the molecular excitement?
A “Purple Heart” for the working humanity of the world, while a loud “Bronx Cheer” could be heard for the Treasure Chest Pirates who only know greed as their caloric intake. Shame on you for your covetous, insatiable wealth appetite. There are still less of you and more of real humanity that makes the fabric of life flow and remain intact. Beware…….
The real backbone, foundation rights of the working people are being brutally attacked, so that the small minority who have the treasure chests can fill ’em with more booty. How much more money is not enough? The working class counts.
The treasure chest pirates (including their paid politicians) are out to stop unions, workers’ rights and collective bargaining. Returning to the conditions of the late 1800’s can not be tolerated.
The cool morning air cleansed as he saddled the multi-speed ride. Another New Mexico sunrise was peaking over the Sangre de Christo Mountains, beginning the warming event that takes place every day. The bumpy road would soon turn into a smooth asphalt carpet and his breathing would level out. No breakfast, just a warm up and onto the saddle as happens every day, breakfast would come later. On the way out towards the prison, a coupla rabbits hurried towards somewhere, while the buffalo moved with grace and confidence.
The morning, yes, the rest of this day will be sweeter because of this chilly, wake up exercise. The inclines and the declines each held their own sense of resistance, excitement and challenge. Minor winds, smooth riding and seeing life at a realistic pace, one pedal after the other, again and again, up & down, down & up, inhale/exhale, smile and feel the experience of being…….
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