theoretically;if the bush regime qualifies as a national disaster, then americans should be eligible for federal relief ..?
in the arena of world politics [high school extrapolated], if one makes a harsh accusation - such as - ‘axis of evil’ toward an opponent - it doesn’t seem likely that the recipient would respond with the same insult ...
moral to the story: it’s always better to make a preemptive strike against your opponent before they accuse you first.
playground bullies: i’ve known a few - still have a chipped cuspid and shoulder from an unpleasantly close encounter - i learned a few lessons, he later shot himself in the head. troubled ? probably, but more often than not that bully behavior is a facade to disguise fear and/or insecurity. maturity, counseling, or a spiritually ‘functional’ faith will usually remedy the problem. if the behavior persists, its usually clinically diagnosed as aggression, delusion, paranoia, or psychosis ...
so how do we characterize our foreign and domestic policy ...
more schoollyard insight: what about the pudgy little smart ass nerds that the bullies, jocks, and greasers pushed around that liberal guys like myself used to defend ...
who knew that one day they’d turn their version of fear, oppression, and retaliation into ruthless lawyership or community service - i.e., rush limbaugh, shawn hannity, et al ...
regrets? as Lucille Ball would say “...only what i didn’t do”...
enough of that! i’m really enjoying fridays alot lately - sometimes i’m a little embarrassed to say that i don’t have bad days ... bad moments, hours, ... but they only remain as long as i try to hold on to whatever consumes me - soon as i get out of my own way or look at the world - i’m free to enjoy the trip ...
this morning began with the 3:30 a.m. wake up and usual self prep - met 'rt', one of the tribal elders, at the local country store - had breakfast, heard a volume of wisdom about philly’s skid row in the 50’s, with a few belly laughs - all before 7am ...
spent the day in front of my canvas with minor interruptions, learning to delete what i previously considered important ... the recent oil paintings make me much more aware and sensitive to the process - less serendipity - more intent [not necessarily more important] ...
the rhythm of falling rain [torrential at times], the scratch and flow of brushes on linen, hours of classical fm radio, a timeless gray sky, copal varnish fumes, discovery, making, preserving, navigating, eliminating, ∞ ∞ ∞
until i’m too tired to see ...
at least i know when to stop ...
