Don't come at us…

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....with accusations of solicitor or degrading, when at the same time those solicitors 
and degraders with their de facto cultural and political complicitings openly flaunt 
in our faces in public their own unabashed arrogance of their twisted sensibilities of 
“decency”.

At least with these, there is a semblance of celebration of life’s moment of joy and
enticing pleasures which I could give a voyeur’s grin of appreciation, rather than the
 look of disgust I have for the duplicitous posturings for the public tolerance and 
civility for those, who are justly attacked for their supporting the inhumane treatment 
of whole populations..

At least with these, the public exhibitions are honest and forthright with no need to
 hide or camouflage themselves in  anything other than  they are..


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'THE DREAM', for the record...

(Knowing my status with most of the people I knew,)
The DREAM for the RECORD
foreword

this is being told as an advisory for all those who intend to engage me so that you will know that my latitude of interest is focused on a particular outlook and i have little time for other considerations. ‘the dream’ tells about my relationship to my life and the people in it.
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in the early winter of 1971-72 i had a dream that was so symbolic for the time, yet so encompassing of my lifetime going forward to this point that i have considered it my personal prophecy.

the dream begins with me at a chalet  during cocktail hour. The crowd that was there with me i sensed that i had known them or will have known them in my future.   There is the normal chatter that occurs at cocktail parties.

In my boredom i move away from the crowd in the room to take in the view of the scenery surrounding the chalet and the overview which the chalet commanded. as i looked out and down into the valley, i could see the pine and other deciduous trees giving a ‘green cathedral’ sacredness of nature to my view of the valley towards the body of water below. 

On the water, i saw a military cargo ships docking and disembarking troops. the troops were not of our nation’s military. the emblems i saw were foreign. 

i turned and re-entered the room, frantically relaying what i had seen. Because i had been by reputation a notorious, hard-driving-to-obnoxious, maniac of unconventional thoughts and opinions, what i was trying to warn was ignored and discounted. I saw what i saw, and i had done my due diligence to those for whom i had, at the least, an ethical, if not moral duty.

(Besides that, i had separated myself from that room and people because of their shallow-to-mindless banter of posturing, profiling, and signifying for each other with very little of proof-committed substance to their blatherings).

I took off from them to save myself from what was sure to be a capture and slaughter by the ‘enemy’ troops disembarking down by the water. i entered the woods running as far as i could get from the chalet. i could feel my chest heaving and gasping for breath and my legs laboring in their out of shape status to take me away. the adrenalin of fear gave me the stamina and strength to keep going. shortly into my run i could hear the sounds of heavy vehicles and light, motorcycle-type vehicles coming closer and stopping.

 I heard shouting, shots being fired, screams, then silence. the chalet had been stormed and ‘subdued’. in a bit of paradoxical, laughing regret and cynicism; i thought SARCASTICALLY to myself, ‘there goes ‘the BEST AND THE BRIGHTEST!’. i continued to run, hoping i could go further than the troops would be searching. my hopes were in vain. i heard the ignitions of the trucks and light vehicles starting up and some were headed my way. i ran with more urgency, feeling my heart pounding with fear. soon, i heard voices and the barking of dogs. they had picked up my scent. if i could get to a place to get them off my track. no luck. they came upon me and encircled me with vehicles, men, and dogs. i was a goner but i was not going to surrender.

I let them approach close enough to be within arms’ length to grab me, but i grabbed one of them and with unknown and unpracticed skill i fended or killed off the troops and dogs in a way bruce lee would smile in envious admiration. with this batch dispatched.

i returned to my run away from any possible capture. The trail wound and curved to the edge of a big lake. i was moving along the shoreline looking for a means to cross the lake. i heard a rustling of a person approaching along the path to my front. it was a biblical looking person with a look of gravitas on his face.  he told me to wait for someone to take me across. i intuitively trusted his words and leaned against a tree and slid down to rest on the ground to take in the lake view.

The drama for finding a place for material, if not emotional, security-out of necessity....

 Why shouldn't they be interested, just as Michelle Obama should be interested 
in a 2020 Presidential draft at the DNC Convention.. 
 

More blindly ignorant and in denial than Dr. Frankenstein

More blindly ignorant and in denial than Dr. Frankenstein

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From the manifestations of an agitated 
climate

to the reckless barbarity of human nature, 
it is so obvious.

You can’t play games with “Mother Nature”

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with her geosphere

or her zoosphere

and not expect ‘the chickens coming home 
to roost’.

This is more basic than any biblical
 “Divine Retribution” of 
the “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse”,

this is the inevitable consequential logic of chemistry 
playing itself out before our eyes. What we have countenanced 
in the name of a faux-civility and 
for its material “benefits”

we have lost in people,

things,

and institutions

by our indulgence of the insufferable which is allowed 
to afflict those least capable and 
most vulnerable.

This is the ‘frankenstein’ of our making 
as foretold by Shelley.

For the sake of our comforts and conveniences we allow 
this monstrous condition to continue to an even 
greater threat to us all, now.. 
Ohhh, how the Old Testament prophets would love 
to give damning curses upon us for this.

And unless it “better end soon” : 
 

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in the way of the indifference to the destructive threats 
of this man-made mayhem is corrected, 
the monster will be giving the epitaph 
to this civilization.

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On what is "Virtue"??

On what is "Virtue"??

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In the same vein as what Pontius Pilate asked of “Truth”, it must be asked of ‘virtue’. 
As truth is not the prop for those with the means to control a narrative, but the 
visceral essence of a compulsive effort of spontaneous compassion for more than that 
which is of a myopic self-interest. So is virtue, not a posturing virtue, but also 
a compulsive, autonomic imperative of an intuitive altruism of unwitting selflessness.

Virtue is the expression of selflessness for the sake of selflessness, 
“donandi causa donandi”. “Giving for the cause of giving”, per se. How often is  
that witnessed, or spontaneously and intuitively exhibited?   

Virtue is something in which we inhabit, as we are figuratively consumed by the notion 
of acting as if there was no other option except for that self-sacrifice: so that something 
better, maybe not necessarily, absolutely good, could have a chance to be. In doing so, 
we are an extension, an outgrowth of a feeling-a spirit-that is so compulsive that there is 
no distinction between that compulsion’s quality    and our own self-consciousness 
of our ego, our self-identity.   

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Culturally-centric presumptions of immutable generality that lead to bias conclusions that f'ck-over others marginal groups and nationalities

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Time is as visceral in its own accounting of its composition, but in flesh and blood