A little might of a man

A little might of a man seemly dressed in rags of tattered clothes, slightly elderly but defiantly in command of presence approaches center stage, in a clear resounding voice he states.

 

“ Ponder me this; In the hall of Congress and upon the Senate floor has been an argument over a ideal that it is in my interest and yours to be mandated to give our hard earned money to a private company so that private for profit company can decide what bills we still have to pay.

 

Some members have to accomplish this feat stated they would rather close the federal government.

 

If you go down to your local Social Security office there are armed guards.

 

If the federal Government has been so good at assisting the elderly and ill among us why are they delivering assisting services, you know those services that actually help people get and maintain their benefits, why with a man who is armed with a gun?

 

A million dollar renter’s policy costs $22.00 month through most insurance companies should anyone steal your stuff the company decides the value of your items. Most people do not go through this horror but the idea should it happen.

 

So now facing us is the Federal Government Mandate that we have to use these same private for profit companies to decide fair market price of all of your health care needs. Something that is going to happen to everyone illness and aging.

 

We are already mandated to use these same companies to drive, I am sure we can find some comfort in that the more you spend the more you are of value to your agent.

 

 

Sorry for the interruption we can go back to talking about really smart stuff now…

Curiosity

The curiosity of man.

 

Curiosity the workhorse of life and the constant reflections of self, a statement of discovery, a description of the courage that defines personal experience, the quest that is the reason of us, a list of histories made by us.

 

Of “Curiosity” no other word defines us.

 

Is it not most sought to define the values of life, placing cubbyholes of experience in a litany of decisions in a quest for a reason of self.

 

To dance in the universe were time is the rhythm and oddity the tempo will curiosity define the reason of man.

Well a good Day to you....

Well good day to one and all......

I am still waiting for my recovery.....

I would post some really cool image or something of the sort, regrettably Microsoft did another wonderful update, which means most of your are now missing or most of what I posted is, so I shall wait for the recovery process.....

I was told laptops are quicker than Politicians......


Maybe we should replace them both at the same rate yearly.....


I know its like Microsoft, everyone knows its junk but no one has the money to do anything about it....

You can hit reboot now...

How come it is just as the feeling of .......

How come it is just as the feeling of achievement of completing a task comes, a feeling of doubt creeps a cross my spine.

 

The age of a writers fear.

 

Long ago I used to fear typewriters the strike of the keys leaving such a permanent impact.

 

Today I understand that fear!

 

Spell Check……the immaculate belief that a software algorism knows what you are saying. Enabling ones ability to completely humiliate oneself daily.

 

The history of self humiliation is indeed long, however if you are smiling I am not alone.

 

 

My first computer I had to replace the monitor due to white out.

 

 

If you are laughing you are old.

Excuse wanted Excuse given

The morning crispness has returned the grain is laid in the fields the sun has begun to loiter upon its path. The golden haze of summers end is upon us. To the harvest do the sickles fall the slaughter of the prime, the muses of spring lay in the memory of the frost of the fields.

 

Cold can the delivery of the dream be if not reaped in time. Go forth upon the adventure least your work become the path of another’s steps. For the stewards of land know the till of spring begins in the fall.

 

Alas it is your story not mine, so it is that I shall celebrate this day of the memory of mine.

 

 

There are odd things one can read in a book.

There are odd things one can read in a book.

The opposite of right is wrong, of good is evil but there is no opposite of passion for even indifference can become an obsession.

Beauty of life

The confidence of beauty is clearly delivered with the blessings of a life.