The things granny would say if she were here ? Perhaps, depending on ones age.
Having a hard, time starting today, thinking about the Haitians, and the abject poverty, then, perhaps as some would say, because of their inability to own property, thereby having no real ability to build any wealth. In the end, as we in America will soon be, slaves.
Slaves forced to pay someone simply for the right to lay ones self down for the evening. I see in all the hub-bub there’s no mention, if not the citizens, then who owns the property, and a monopoly on rent, and the right to charge someone to lay down for their life. We Americans will have to pay for health insurance, weather wanted or needed. Slaves, forced to pay someone for the right.
The right to what, is a great question in, and of itself. The right to no more $3. prescriptions. Funny wally advertises it daily, however even on medicare a $3 prescription comes with a $5 co-pay. Then there’s the deductible. Stupidity. The right to be fined, then jailed for not paying, reminiscent of the once forgotten debtors prisons.
Is that whats bugging me today, perhaps as I set out to do my best as a “man”, with what resources in hand, to make my children free men, with the ownership of REAL estate, thinking this may make them safe in the new world order, that is until they stepped out, and joined the maddening rush of ants scurrying about to simply sit in the same place, or hopefully raise their “status” as an end goal. Not so much a safe bet, as the 401K’s tank. Funny I remember when America was forced into that, with the responsibility removed from the greedy corporations and placed upon their backs, and now as fall-a-part expands, and insurance rolls grow, we shall all be forced to pay it ourselves.
I digress, I get lost in all the things that one sees in their journey, this thing called life, sometimes I excess on small seemingly insignificant things, that have great eventual meaning. Its all the same thing, right. Just a new day, they are all still wearing red, and that imbecilic flag pin. Look away.
Misdirection, perhaps that’s whats eating at me today. Not so much as it sways the sheeple, if they aren’t smart enough to look up simple things like subliminal and how hypnotist and hypnotics work, then comprehend the medication they ingest daily is more likely than not a hypnotic, then screw ‘em right. Worthless breeders, or is it worthless eaters today.
Misdirection:
I try to fathom now what must have been leading my decision making abilities the day I purchased this “house”. (buyers remorse) What was it pulling at me then, misdirecting my eyes from the obvious, was it the dream, perhaps something sinister, as there’s no first time home buyers rebate coming any time soon, perhaps.
Fear, fear that I would not have time on this plane, if I did not act fast, to ensure a future for my children.
Love, perhaps as above, loving them wanting within my being to provide for them something better than what I had, a stable home, Not moving constantly. A place to proudly say I am from ________. I live at ______________. Unlike me, feeling the places I spent longest are where I am “from”, none of them with a family member. I digress.
Even I know, as I viewed the red stone foundation, one needs a good foundation before one can have a truly worthy home, a base to build upon, a foundation and a roof, to keep the elements from destroying it.
Convenience:
Perhaps its because its conveniently located 1 block from a funeral home, shouldn’t be much of a burden to them, the trip there.
The park across the street, seems unwarranted, as it only has a walking track and a swing bench, with a nice smaller gazebo. Not a kid friendly park, I refused to see.
Perhaps, the potential it has, or what I was once convinced of. Same with the park, perhaps some sort of drive, so me donations, may well place the equipment there. Shouldn’t be a difficult task, neighbors have children. I digress.
The roof perhaps, thinking, feeling if we can simply keep the rain from the foundation, whats in between can be repaired, again, what, thinking I am superman, nothings impossible, sort of Narcissistic. Thankfully there’s a pill for that.
Its time now, time to open ones eyes, Its stripped out, I am living in a converted shed, granny unit, not quite. Warm, relatively clean and livable, yet hard to place the bobbles of a 1500 square foot home within the confines of a 400 square foot “shed”.
The fuhrer has deflated, my narcissism, recoil, licking ones wounds , wondering how long now it will take in real time for simple things, like buying a furnace, replacing the floors, insulating the walls, running new electrical and plumbing, without the tax rebate. I digress.
Love, love will keep us together right. Not the love of bobbles, nor money, a love and respect for each other, our dreams, and determination. He said, woefully picking at that one thing in his pocket, that last bit of lint from the wash.
Wheres the love for those that strive, strive to do better, to learn, to grow as humans, and beings. I wonder as they ship yours, our tax dollars to again prop up a dictatorship in Haiti, to murder and enslave as some of the more recent lot, pappi and baby doc. Perhaps we will even take the time to make sure the dictator is well educated and trained here like so many others, fidel, sadam, the doc’s. Its said a mind is a terrible thing to waste. I digress.
Should I ask, dare I.
Mother dear mother, was I born with my hand out. Surely I would hear not, but a mans worth is found in what he has built today, not in what he has destroyed or conquered. Voices, maybe, my mother , it be not for sure.
Was I foolish for the original desire, were my motives correct, were I but a pawn, a leaf upon the wind. One knows not in this world, “its everywhere”, I tell them. The liberty to make a sound decision taken by trend setters and opinion makers. From games, to video and lyrics. One of the most humorous I heard again on the way home last eve, “I wanna be sedated”. Ramones Sad as I see the ten year olds living life as if on a mtv video. Yet I digress.
Simple buyers remorse, or a foreboding of things to come. One of the most significant things that crossed the wires last night, was ones mention along the lines of, “did you hear, those Christians say its in the bible, the black man will promise everything then take it all away”. “Yeah its in the bible”, he said. Interesting I thought, tho neglected to mention, I had read the book and don’t recall a mention. Perhaps a obscure reference to the beast of speckled skin. “13:2 The beast which I saw was like a leopard”, who knows, who knows what the original relating of the story was to this select few, or who related it. Sadly, “blame it on the black man”.
Just more of the same perhaps, I read somewhere that with the fuhrers appropriation of funds for the churches and indoctrination, that they are being told currently to stand down when they are here to help. Perhaps just a foreshadow of whats to come, he taketh away.
Fear:
Fear that perhaps no matter how hard I try here, that it will be taken, in but an instant, by them, quoting some obscure law that was tacked onto some war funding bill.
Fear that regardless of ones ability to tug at ones own bootstraps, there’s another pulling from the opposite direction. If so then, what of it. Should it rule, should I ,you, us, succumb to it, or continue to build, as they destroy and conquer. Will it be, as the 401K’s, striped away when needed the most, forced into cities, those left, to pay rent until eternity, not so much unlike Haiti now.
Crap, I have to build something, here, today. Perhaps you will leave it for them, for tomorrow, dear fuhrer.
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