Dark Thoughts 2.00

Theme
Most people can't think, most of the remainder won't think, the small fraction who do think mostly can't do it very well. The extremely tiny fraction who think regularly, accurately, creatively, and without self-delusion- in the long run these are the only people who count...
-- Lazarus Long (Time Enough for Love)

Ediborial
Are they the "nattering nabobs of negativism" or "hopeless, hysterical hypochondriacs of history"? Or is that giving them too much credit? A wise, young man once sang, "Nightmares have blinded their mind's eye". I think he was talked about them. Don't play dumb. You know--THEM. They are before the monolithic obelisk. It may be more sophisticated, but it is still hunting and gathering.

We strut and fret and play the side stages. But what does it all signify? When you think about it, what do we actually do? Sometimes, I fear it is "we the people".

I want so much and yet do so little. And I can't decide if the glass is half full or half empty. But is there really a glass at all?
"The sleeper must awaken", but who likes to regain consciousness after a good nap?
I remember the carefree days gone by. And I fantasize for the days yet to come. But what of today?

Who dreams today?

Details Administration
Yes, and we all know where the devil is...

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Political Common-tary
Although it may be a bit late, I wanted to comment on the political situation of late. Clinton's "problems" and the lack of productive work being done are both a symptom of the system.

We have a system that is built to "bait and switch" our own (sic) leaders. The selection process in no way matches the job function. How long would a business last if new employees were elected by popular vote? Our politicians are chosen by how well they can gather money for special interest groups, corporations, and rich individuals. They are also given bonus points for their choice of unrealistic promises that will not be kept. This kind of power attracts the corruptible.

We have a system that basically allows or forces two teams to fight it out for power, money, mind share, and other perks. There's only so much pie, and both sides want it all for themselves. And rather than earn a slice of their own, they would like to convince and cajole us into take a slice from the other side for them. It make sense: it is much easier to make one's opponent seem bad than to make one's self seem good.

I find it very hard to believe that Clinton actually did anything that previous presidents did not do. The real problem lay in his ineptness and his underestimation of the fanaticism of the other side. In any case, the larger crime is the waste of time and resources (the opportunity cost) generated for such a trivial incident.

What is the worse crime: lying under oath about sex and related topics or wasting the time, resources, and funds of the legislative, executive, and judicial branches of our government? How much damage did Clinton's indiscretion and dishonestly do compared with that done by the investigations and halt of our government?

In closing, I add one simple statement: I do not like the democrats or the republicans. They both suck.

Ask Dr. DinWay
Q- Why do you do this?
A- Why do you not?


Answer Dr. DinWay
Q - [In a vain attempt to start conversation ... ] What is really, truly important (to you)?

Submissions & Submissives

DeCode This! (part 1 of 6) by daValient

"Well I am sorry sir, but we are just not going to go away yet. As a matter of fact, I think I can feel an upsurge rising from beneath me!" As he spoke he indeed felt the floor rise above him, meeting him face to face. "And you sir, what do you have to say for yourself?!" he screamed. The floor just stood there, tapping its arched foot. Time passed, and the situation wavered before him like an hourglass in its fragility. Unfortunately, he was not in control at this moment, and the profanities spewed forth from his lips. He tried in vain to capture each essential droplet but to no avail. He was hopelessly lost. The worst thing was that this was his world. Random pictures of naked young boys, their bloody corpses dancing before his delighted eyes, suddenly erupted from his bloated chest. He couldn't hold them in anymore. Like banshees they swarmed into the room, their cries echoing forth from all distant, dark corners. It was then that he realized once again that he was a man possessed. What was that, he paused. Women, yes, he once knew that they existed. Well, not really, but he had seen enough pictures from everywhere. He knew the heterosexual agenda well. Inundate the silly bastards with enough pictures of attractive young things. Yes, burden them down with all of that finery. The only resistance was an extreme dosage of medication. He grabbed his throbbing head in his aching hands. No, something about that just wasn't right. Let's try again. He throbbed his aching hands into his head (metaphorically, of course). This was all nonsense and verbiage. He listened next door to the sound of his neighbors spying on him. He knew they were listening. Blood spilled about him. He realized now that his guts were leaving him at an alarming rate. Something primordial inside of them hoped to cease this insane reaction. Thus, he kept going. He was in a deep tunnel and the light was fading from behind him. Anyway, the light retreated and kept retreating into the beyond. "Some things were just not meant to be known, son, but keep asking because it amuses me!" Blips of information came streaming in from all directions. Or misdirection he couldn't accurately judge. The great Censor loomed above him, menacingly waving that holy dove's feather. You are not allowed to bare your soul. That is the true crime of the situation. Because wrapped in all of this filth and muck and garbage there is something worth looking at. He was fading, and fading fast. He needed to grab onto the next train and get it moving in the right direction before he lost the audience. Sometimes he went so fast that he lost himself, and it wasn't until he moved around himself, hovering as a star would, in orbit that is to say, that he could right the entire ship. He was now perfectly drowned. Floating debris and the bodies of young virile sailors passed before him. From one of their mouths a fish swam forth and its had the most magnificent red gills. Everyone waited for him. They couldn't move without his say so. He was truly the crux of the situation, only they didn't notice it yet. But in time, they would. In the meantime, he was free and was going to enjoy it for all that it was worth. He was tired of seeing himself wrapped in gauze. Of all the things that were happening in the world right now, this was the one thing that he devoted himself to. What kind of sick, perverse pleasure can a man get from tapping away at a mechanically responsive answering machine. Modern day voodoo I suppose. The levels were all moving on their own accord now. The floors had taken root, and they stretched their evils tendrils deep into the office proper. Where this had to be leading everyone knew, but was afraid to ask? So was this prostration public, or did no one just show up?

Another Hot One from Thorazine

Jewelry around the finger and,
The finger falls off.
Watch around the wrist,
Keeping time, where to be,
The hand falls off.
Element,Instrument.
Survival is a true need.
Stuff is the other.
--Thorazine

E' (part 1 of 10)

He was normal, and this, above all else, made him better than everybody else. He was not strange at all; he only deviated in normal (acceptable) ways. His interests were as American as apple pie. He loved good old cars, lifting, and drinking. What was there to understand? The curves of the cars, the curves of the muscles, and the freedom of the drink. The 50's could live again, should live again. The plain, white t-shirt, with a pack rolled into the short sleeve. The oiled hair. The flaring curves and audacious shapes of the sensual cars with their deep rumbling exhaust and husky engines and large back seats. And a six-pack of cheap beer--Pabst. Blue Ribbon. These are the thoughts that passed though his mind as he got ready for work Tuesday. He was vigorously brushing his teeth with the requisite up and down motion, looking through the mirror into his day to come. His head hurt, but it was a pretty standard day. He worked down at the factory building pistons (he hoped to move up to engine blocks soon). It was a solid job, and he expected to make a good life out of it. He could do better, if he really wanted to, but he didn't. It would take too much effort, and this job fit his life-style, for now. But it shouldn't take so much effort. His manager had fallen into her job. She was probably sleeping with that Vice President, Jack. They spent a lot of time together. He couldn't be blamed for giving her a job; she was a real looker. Anyway, Jack was pretty, fucking cool. He worked out and rode a bike to work. It was a Yamaha, but it looked like a real "Hog". It just wasn't fair she could get herself into a great job like that. He jumped into his Levi-Strauss pants both legs at once. It was an awkward maneuver that he wanted to perfect; he planned to use it to impress some girl some time. One of his large feet caught in one of the pant legs, pitching him forward. He caught himself against his unmade bed preventing a bad fall. After recovering his composure, he tucked his white, cotton shirt, grabbed his keys, and left for his car.

The News Flash
from The Onion [March 3, 1999] (http://www.theonion.com)

Slight Inconsistency Found In Bible
STILLWATER, OK--The world's theological community is in an uproar following Monday's discovery of a slight inconsistency in the Bible. "I was reading Jeremiah 17:4, in which God says, 'Ye have kindled a fire in mine anger, which shall burn forever,'" said Pastor Theodore Strait of First Lutheran Church in Stillwater. "And I immediately recalled Jeremiah 3:12, which says, 'For I am merciful, saith the Lord, and I will not keep anger forever.' I thought, how can this possibly be? The Bible, contradicting itself?" Biblical scholars are scrambling to explain the strange paradox, believed to be the first time a passage in the Bible has been found to contain flaws in logic.

Post

Fatalities littered the room.

The walking dead.
The talking dead.
The drinking dead.
The sleeping dead.

All going about their un-lives,
pleasantly oblivious to the
simple fact that their funerals occurred so very long ago.

This is the Voodoo of our time.
Or more accurately, the Voo-don't.

No complex incantations were required.
But the lack thereof.

What was it they were all doing?
(Or not doing?)

They were like so many technicolor cartoon characters,
avoiding gravity by shear ignorance.

[to be continued]

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