L.A. Woman, I see your hills burning.

My LA Homeland is burning.

I know it happens. I know it is a natural occurance. I know we lost a house to fire in the middle of a snowy night,1500 miles away and when we moved to LA in 1960, my Father would stand on the roof of our home with his garden hose and swear that fires would not take us down again.

No God Damn fire.

I will never forget the newscasts. Of seeing his black outline on our roof with raging fires behind him: a garden hose against the fires of hell. He had been fried and scarred once by a fire…he wasn’t about to let it happen again and he fought it.

Today,there are Moms and Dads and garden hoses to fight the flames. They are afraid, but they are fighting.
Fire, you have made your point. We are powerless against your rage, but we will fight you. We will bring you down. You will not control us.

LA Fires

LA Woman,

Jim Morrison and the Doors.

I see your hair is burnin’
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin’ down your freeway
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars,
The topless bars
Never saw a woman…
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

L.A. Woman

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White Lies Matter!

White Lies Matter!

Saddam Hussein is building Nuclear Weapons and invoices for yellow Uranium Cake are presented. War is justified. 1,000,000 people are killed. Even the complacency of both parties led us into a war where millions died.

White Lies Matter!

Americans are told daily that Black Violence is on the rampage since we have had a divisive Black President. More Police are being shot and killed . Over 100 unarmed Black Men, Women and children are killed by Police in 2015.

White Lies Matter!

An American Republican Candidate tells more lies and half truths then even teams of Fact Checkers can repudiate or verify. An entire American voting Public constituency responds with confusion, violence, threats of violence and rage confrontation in the streets against the protesting opposition.
Black Lives Matter Movement and our President is accused and indicted by Opposition leaders in Media. Several Police Officers are murdered or hang onto life from their wounds.

White Lies Matter!

An entire American town’s water supply is poisoned and the local populace is lead to believe everything is safe. Their water supply is toxic and lean is discovered in the blood of scores of children. They face a lifetime of calamity and health issues.

White Lies Matter!
Pharmaceutical Companies burst onto our TV screens with huckster lies of cures of diseases we have never even heard of and then they are followed by Lawyers who claim they will win lawsuits against the evil Pharmaceutical Industry.

White Lies Matter!

Smoking is Safe and millions die painfully.

White Lies matter!

“The heaviest blow which ever struck humanity was Christianity; Bolshevism is Christianity’s illegitimate child.  Both are inventions of the Jew.” These words of Adolf Hitler and 10,000,000 people died at his hands and millions more from a war he brought onto the World.

White Lies matter!

Fear waged by a thousand lies to fill the buckets of greedy old men. Millions die.

White Lies matter!

These cars are safe. These chemicals that increase production and our profits are safe. And the brakes fail and the mechanics fail and the cancer grows in our bellies and we die.

White Lies matter!

We learn early that a White Lie is not even a bad lie. It holds a definition of:

a harmless or trivial lie, especially one

told to avoid hurting someone’s feelings.

White Lies Matter. White Lies bring death. White Lies kill and are not trivial.

We face the statistic of how many have been killed on our shores by the insanity of lunatics, even including those innocents lost on 9/11 and it does not come even close to represent a tiny proportion of those killed by the lies from the heads of Industry, from the leaders in our government, even from our Corporately owned News Media.

I do not need tell the reader how we die. I do not need to remind the reader of those that die every day. When you break it down, day by day even hour by hour, even white versus non-white, rich versus poor, celebrity versus just people, it doesn’t seem to add up too many.
But add up the days, the weeks, the months and the years and you wonder why our thoughts are filled with the loss of a few and we never get to the truth of the many.

White Lies Matter.

White Lies Matter.

White Lies Matter.

What I learned today…

What I learned today

 

 

(As I rewrote this morning, a thought flashed in my mind. In the 50’s, we looked under every bed and we found a sneering Communist. Today we all look and find Satan or some manifestation of Evil, maybe even a Liberal.)

This is a tough day to be me.

It is definitely a tough day to be a gunned down Baton Rouge Policeman. It is a tough day to be in the Police anywhere in the world. It is a tough day to be a minority in a poor community. It is tough to be the children of any of the fallen Police or of the 100 or so unarmed Blacks killed by Police in 2015.
OK, compared to the groups listed above, it wasn’t that tough. I was just called names.
I think I was called callous, a liar, A passive-aggressive twister of questions to make the other person look stupid,  a bitch coward for not having a shoot out with a Christian,  an apologist for the criminals that murder Police, a supporter of Black Live matter… a LIBERAL… actually just too many to recount and catalogue. I am just not a good person. Posters on Social Media say so.

Must be true…

And many of these people claim to be Christian. They wrap themselves in the justification of being Christian and that makes it OK to kill Muslims, kill unarmed minorities, jail Blacks and cut all sorts of social programs like feeding children, feeding the elderly, feeding the Poor.

I am not pointing the finger at Christians. Christians follow the word of Jesus. They follow the teachings of the Church. Some of these people may call themselves Christians, but I don’t believe they are anymore that the members of the Westboro Baptist Church. No more than 100,000 blood-thirsty deranged ISIS, Al-Qaeda, or deluded terrorists represent a billion peaceful Muslims.
The majority of Christians speak of love, forgiveness, of peace, of Jesus.

And then there are some of these people that follow a vengeful and hateful non-Christian god. I don’t know my Bible Studies that well, but I think a vengeful and hateful entity disguised as God is really a Satan masquerading the God of Love.
They profess to carry guns to protect themselves from the glares and stares of Black People in their neighborhood. One was going to provide me his address, so I could go kill him. (I am sure he would get the drop on me. He must live in a constant state of fear.)
This specific gun-toting 2nd Amendment admirin’ Houston Texan said that he had friends who took care of the children of people in AA and he would take care of those children as well.

I asked him not to shoot any children.
When a crazed person murders a Police officer, all things American, all American Values go out the window, all Christian values go right out the window. It is OK for a Police Chief to send a C4 Bomb in to blow up the killer of the Dallas Police. It is OK for Police to kill the recent list of unarmed Black men because they were previously arrested anyway…known criminals.

Police could be judge, Jury and executioner and it was all OK. If a Republican Presidential Candidate threatens to kill the entire family of a Terrorist, it is OK. It was OK for a previous administration to exact revenge for the murder of the 9/11 3000 civilians by killing over 1,000,000 Iraqi men women and children.

It is OK to torture and hold people without trial in Guantanamo because it is not within the shores of the U.S.A.

I wrote a piece last year on the danger of half truths. I think what they profess is seeded with half truths.
Dude…does anyone even read the Constitution or Bill of Rights anymore? Is it any wonder? Do you listen to the news? Ohio proudly states it is an open carry state until someone they want to protect shows up and then there is a two square mile 2nd Amendment Suspension Zone. The person living in the house in Kansas City (home of the supposed shooter in Baton Rouge is forcibly pulled from his house. I said supposed because he never got a trial…) is drug out of his home.

There is so much hate on Social Media. TV Campaign speeches drip with Presidential Hate Speech on both sides. Look behind most memes on Social Media and you will find the vilest of hate. Even today at the Republican Convention, one of the leader said that this was not a GOP Convention, it was Brown Shirts.

It is no shock that we have devolved socially into a cauldron of fear and hate.

It hit our Sit-Coms in the 70’s. I was an asshole at home with my children and did not let them watch TV that I felt had negative social and family values. But the show screamed to the # 1 spot. I eventually lost, but they learned how to read. I think it was worth how angry they were at me.

Blood in movies splashed on us in buckets. Video games gave us a screaming cornucopia of weaponry used  and splattered every iteration of alien, made up monster, enemy and even just plain Human.
We all learned “If it bleeds, it leads…” News channels carried scores of scenes of people at war. Bombs exploding, people running for safety. Dirty faced children crying out over the bodies of lifeless parents.  We watched it all every night.

Everywhere hate escalated. Our elected officials vowed revenge for the deaths of out 3000 on 9/11, with a Wild West “You’re either wid us or you’re agin us!” and then proceeded to exact the murder of over 1,000,000 Iraqi men, women and children.

And not one blinked an eye.

And our thirst for blood grew. And our hate grew. Social Media flourished; you would have thought Social Media would have provided another unmonitored channel of expression. You would have thought Social Media might encourage dialogue, discussion with voices around the world. But we degenerated into hate and we called for more blood.

Our politicians saw an opportunity to grab all the gold they could stuff in their pockets. They blocked any forward progress of our Government. There was a painful stalemate and fingers pointed back and forth across the aisle. We had fought for our right to vote for representation and we got anger and lies and curses and obstinacy. We got bupkis. We spent trillions and we got nothing but accusations. And the heads filled our airwaves with angry words and commercials for Dating Services, new Drugs and Insurance.
And some people, cheered on by hate, fueled by fear and drowning in a sea of discontent found a voice: a deranged voice, a narcissistic voice, a voice that saw a need and how to separate the weak minded from their money. A Marketer came to the scene, saw the turmoil, felt the hate and saw a great untapped opportunity to make the ultimate barrel of bucks!
And he mocked the System, he disrespected our Presidents, he called his opponents by school yard names and voice after voice, disgusted dropped out.
And the people, who filled the 21st Century Coliseum, jeered and cheered the beating of protestors, they ripped signs down, they built their foundation of the quicksand of hate and screamed at the rambling words of a false god they raised on the floors of the hallowed halls of our Government. Marble buildings that had been built for almost 300 years with the blood of the soldier fighting men, woman and even children that died that had given their lives to build America.

There is no foundation for the hate. I have said that even though I do not support the G.O.P. I do not support many of its positions but I recognize the G.O.P. was responsible for the building of our Country. They provided a dialogue. They provided a counter-balance to the opposition.

They are being destroyed.

A part of our Country is being dismantled, first by disrespect of the voters that put them in office, by wallowing in the lucre poured on them by the lobbyists representing so many Corporations that care more about shareholders profits than Democracy and finally by a candidate that tells more lies than the fact checkers can even keep up with, that speak of hateful fantasies of Presidents being borne in Kenya, and masquerade as a publicist to promote his own lifestyle and on and on and on.

The lies and fantasy facts blur and the people cheer and we know they have an Emperor candidate.

And we wonder why the hate grows, we wonder why the bullets kill the innocent, we wonder why hate against our Nation builds off our shores.

Until we purge the hate, we will drown in the blood.

Being called names on Social Media, but a few does not even come close to a bad day. Maybe it means I am striking a nerve and maybe that is good. If no one screamed at me, it would mean I had posted too many pictures of kittens and babies!

Part 2 follows tomorrow…

Stroke and a Path back.

Love lit the path back a few years ago. I found some thoughts and I remembered the journey back.

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path

Twelve nights passed in strange rooms, in strange beds, surrounded by pumping machines and med chemicals I will never learn to pronounce. There was no Joni, no Jimi or Jim, just the wheezing and ticking of odd boxes, trimmed in the slow flashing lights of vacant boxes (red, yellow, red, green, red , green with no sequence apparent) and some vacant promise of a vacant nurse, to tired to answer another question of another weak spirit.

Of another day, another night, another heavy early morning of silence filled with too many fears and too much silence. And the silence and the wheeze wheeze and tick tick of the boxes, draped with, tubes hanging dicklimp lifeless vines, disappearing into a body, once yours.

You dared not move.

There were the faces who could come, some you knew and some you had never seen, but they took the time to fill you with warm and remind you that you were still a you. Some faces were oddly missing, but you drew the warmth from those that wrote and called and left the oddly missing alongside in the dusts of sorrow, left those choosing to remain in the shadows, in the silence.

Remember, we don’t get many spins on this Merry-go-Round and telling someone you love them, or even if you are in their thoughts, adds a spark of life. And what more can we give to anyone more important than a spark of life?

Nothing. OK, little.

I thank so many for sharing that spark, because without the love of an Evil Bunny, and the desert night filled blazing with a million stars spark around black overhead, it would have been hard to find my way back to these familiar sheets and brought me back from the edge of the dark place. I was not ready to journey towards on my next path.

As some old Hippie would say, Spread the Love, Spread the Love. As I get truly closer, this love has never meant so much to me and each tick reminds me how much it really is important.

Memory: Passing of Persistance

Memory

pictures

 

 

Memories are funny thing.

First, I am getting old so I have more memories and little difficulty dredging up most old ones. I never seemed to be able to share the memories of what happened before I was around ten years old. I figured that the loss of our house to a late night winter fire, wiped many of my early memories. Wipe out the bad. Lose some of the good.

Second, I had a cerebral stroke. In fact I continue to have strokes and I suspect that with each bang to my brain, I lose an early trip to Disneyland or my first sexual encounter and maybe even my car.
Happens.
So there was a Cable Network Satirist. His name is Jon Stewart. Each day, he could recap some current event, usually a political current event and preface his next move by saying “Now lets take a look at the opposition “ and then turn to the past: maybe rolling back a year or five or a dozen and reveal that the person being reviewed now says down was up and then said up was down. Someone supported abortion or for the war or against the trade deal is now pro-life, pro-peace and against any further bad deals.
He said our lives changed because in a few minutes, his staff could locate someone who was being diametrically opposed to his current statements.
Oh the power of the History and the beauty of videotape.

But even when he would drum these incredible reversals two dozen nights a month, we rarely responded through the voting booth or voiced our outrage, grabbing our signs and demonstrating in the street.
What happened?

I want to blame someone for disrupting our memories.  Somewhere along the way, we have lost our ability to retain memories. At least we have segregated memories into categories with headings like:

MEMORY FILING SYSTEM

CATS TO REMEMBER FAVORITE SONGS STUPID THINGS MY FAMILY DID STUPID THINGS PEOPLE I DIDN”T

LIKE, SUPPORTED

EASY EASY REAL EASY AT PICNICS ??? WHA???

 

 

I wrote down a phrase the other day I thought pertinent to my discussion of Memories. I wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget. I had to tear through piles of notes to find it this afternoon.

Somewhere along the way we Broke our Cycle of Memory.

And as if we didn’t know, where do we get Memories? Right, I know they are combinations of electrical impulses stored in specialized cells in the hippocampus and really bad memories we just seem to be made up and no one is quite sure where those come from…but let’s bring it down a few notches.

We had experiences. Experiences became Memories. Memories took up resident somewhere in our brain. Memories were almost like a mirror that we could call up and guide us through the treacheries and lollipops of life. Memories help us to make decisions. It was difficult for someone to channel into our memories and get us to change our minds at least if they didn’t have specialized CIA training and quantities of psychedelics.

Memories are like the cement when someone insists they have made their mind up.

It happened. People could change their minds. They could learn, they could have a new experience. They could contemplate. Maybe even retain some cognitive moment while drinking alcohol, taking psychedelics, smoking pot or even have a revelation. A spiritual revelation. Even a new sex partner

Memories were the mirror, the foundation that we went to move our psyche one way or another.
And then someone dropped the mirror and it shattered into a million pieces and we seemed to have lost our memories or at least the strings that tied them all together. We end up with little pieces of memories and not always the ones we needed. We were exposed and something was getting ready to take control. No more contemplating out windows, no more longing stares into a lovers eyes. No more focus.

And I think the villain was MTV.

Before MTV there were windows and vistas and art. Paintings that would draw us in and we would study and each time we looked into the Titian or the Van Gogh or the Rembrandt, we would experience a new vision, a fleck of color we had not seen before, the curve of a body or the shape of a cloud. We would look deeper into the Artists soul, from our eyes to the painting to the images that has arisen from the Artists mind and deep into their psyche.

We had something called (in the olden days, mind you) an “Attention Span.”  We could sit patiently. We could read books. Magazine articles went on for pages and finished at the end of the issue or were even…continued in the next issue. We had more tolerance. We honked our horns then as we do now but…

Films, TV shows could spend several minutes paused on an actor’s face, on the emotions captured in the slightest movement of their facial muscles.  We even peered deep into their souls through their eyes. Backdrops and scenes revolved around the familiar and we accepted locations and sometimes we were even jolted when they left the living room or the barn or the farmhouse and ventured into…the street. Background movements were kept to a minimum so we could concentrate on the story.

And then came MTV.

And they shattered the mirror. Performers on foggy stages that spent three, four self-absorbed minutes with the cameras focused strictly on their undeniably immortal performance eventually faded from view.

MTV found that they could flash from scene to scene and instead of pausing to absorb the reality of what we were witnessing, the scene would flash…two seconds, three seconds maybe even twenty seconds. We had been warned by Vance Packard and dozens of other writers in the 60’s. These writers saw the power that the images that flashed before us, seemingly randon flashes of color had on our psyche.

    In the field of marketing . . . the trend toward selling [has] reachedsomething of a nadir with the unveiling . . . of so-called subliminal projection.

That is the technique designed to flash messages past our conscious guard.

       

 Marshall McLuhan in the Medium is the Message even said:

The medium is the message.

We shape our tools and thereafter our tools shape us.

Art is anything you can get away with.

 And furthermore,

Media, by altering the environment, evoke in us unique

ratios of sense perception…When these

ratios change, men change.

 MTV must have been reading in the 60’s because they got the message. What they didn’t realize was that they were sparking an evolution of how we treat memories.

By reducing the music video to a four minute set of 100’s of images, it re-wired our brains. Our minds had to work faster and faster to absorb until exhausted our minds and the attempt to store memories began to fail. Film Producers bombarded us with not only subliminal messages and advertising, they changed the entire way we watch and interact with their art. They could insert thousands of images in two hours where there had been dozens in the past.

They had us. I watched a scene in one of the most popular cable shows  and witnessed a two or three minute segment that had fragments of images that may have lasted less than a second, with casts members and actions flashing just as quickly.

And then came the News Media. If it worked for MTV and Film and popular cable TV episodes, the News Media was not to be left behind. They had advertising dollars to earn. They had Stockholders and Investors to please. They needed enhanced ROI.

Flash, image, Flash, image, Flash, image, Flash, image. In the time it would take to absorb the salient points of one story they could tell four. Murder, retaliation, Police, victim, demonstrators, repeat cycle and repeat cycle and again and then again.

And all the while our News scene was populated with scroll bars and inset screens  and tiny blocks of animated talking heads, frequently talking over each other. If they got the images out at a higher pace, it would give the News channels an extended time to sell the products that financed their airtime. Shorter stories, fewer details, more conjecture meant more time to sell stuff. Advertisers stuff.

The News media began to select the news that would reinforce a particular candidate, not because they supported their stance, but smart Media Managers knew that a controversial subject would mean conflict and advertisement dollars in the future.

Flash, image, Flash, image, Flash, image, Flash, image.

Murder, retaliation, Police, Victim, Demonstrators, and again and then again.

Those viewers who were already challenged by certain demons, sat glassy eyed, staring at the flash image murder victim police and the warning of blood and they drew their own plans of retaliation in the minds of the challenged viewer
.

And the rest of us fell victim to the flashing images on MTV and film and our favorite cable shows. We forgot the past. The mirror of Memory was shattered. It was just a vague shadow. They had broken our cycle of memory and now look at who we have chosen to lead our Country.
Even when the Media plays and replays how one candidate was interviewed in the past how he was going to run with one party over the other because they are fools and easy to confuse. We seem to forget how he called them all malleable fools and nominated him anyway.

While the other candidate has a checkered past of supporting right wing extremists and film of taking part in Anti-Union, anti-Minimum wage board meetings of major retailers that is known to drive small business owners right out of business.

Somehow we have lost any ability to remember, even when we are reminded a thousand times and make any sort of rational decision.

I suspect I should go eat some fast food. I know I am hungry.


A White Guy tries explaining Black Lives Matter

 

A White Guy tries explaining Black Lives Matter

 

So many are screaming on the news ALL LIVES MATTER!
And there have been some cutish comebacks on Social Media like:

blacklives

As usual, the Media is stirring it up. They seem to be good at that.

Well orchestrated stirring it up.

Some talking old white head disputes “Black Lives Matter and a liberal apologist sheepishly explains that they are not saying “Only” Black Lives Matter.

Switch to the next segment and a toothy Rudy grins and sprays out a

“It’s inherently racist because, number one, it divides us. …

All lives matter: White lives, black lives, all lives,”

This is followed up by the Baton Rouge shooting or the Minneapolis shooting or any one of the hundred from the last few weeks.

Surgical, the Media weaves in a Black Lives matter spokesman, the Dallas Police massacre and fill it the last few seconds until it is time to get to the advertisement for the latest drug most of us can’t afford or vacations to places we will never go, by patching in Rush calling everyone a Terrorist group bent on destroying White America, slip in the word ISIS and finish with more details when we return from a word from our sponsors…

Well this White guy hears the Black Lives Matter plea just a little different

I believe these people in that group are saying that, without fail, you silent majority have stood by stone-faced while 2…3…4 times a week, you have collectively allowed some Police, SOME POLICE to openly murder Black Men. To openly murder Black Children. To openly murder.
The problem is not in Dallas or New Orleans or Miami.

It is a disease that permeates our entire country. I could rattle on about the fact we have too many guns in our society. I could rattle on that maybe we could solve problems without bullets. I could rattle on that maybe Police Training could focus more on dissipating, diffuse or just getting combative people to chill.

I could say that the Police involved in breaking the law, videotaped Police, Police surrounded by witnesses must not be allowed to hide behind their shield, their Blue Line or the judicial system.
When most of us fail at doing our job, people rarely end up being killed.

Again, let me restate: The number of Police that break our laws, that fail to provide service to the community, Black, White or otherwise is small. But in a nationwide force numbering in the 10’s of thousands even .01% is hundreds of Police who need to have the gun removed from their hands and found some other less deadly form of employment.
One death at the hands of a rogue cop is one too many and since the time we stopped Lynching Days and started shooting Blacks, we have stop back and just watched. We just stood around, dropped our heads and said little. From a time when we worshipped the Mayor and the Doctor, the Teacher and the Priest, we held the Police in equal respect. Our Courts supported their actions, Our Judges didn’t prosecute. Our Newspapers wrote about the biggest pumpkin and latest wedding.

We felt safe. All was apple pie and good in our world.

But the number of funerals in Black Communities grew in number. Mother wailed, children looked for their fathers; black families glanced over at empty spaces at the holiday tables. And for decades, we never heard the cries. It was on our TV every night, but then so was the ball scores and tomorrows weather.

And we never heard about another Black Man shot in the street, but we remembered our umbrella. Videos, painful videos played and looped and replayed on every channel for days until they were replace by another. Another Black, another body and silence.

Finally one dead Black body too many. Too much silence, too many community leaders linking hands with too many elected white officials. Too much singing of Kumbaya, and someone screams

God Damn it!! Black Lives Matter!

The Black Lives Matters Protestors are begging us to stand alongside them and declare “Hey Police, you can’t do that! We have laws in this country AND Black Lives Matter!”
The first option to diffuse a situation of a black man selling CD’s or Cigarettes or a black child in a snowy park or a man running in fear for his life and getting shot multiple times in the back is not to pull out a police weapon.

Black lives matter.
Funny a white kid can go into a Southern Church, kill several and get captured alive. And a crazy white man shoots a crowd of people in Arizona including an elected Official and is captured alive.
The Protestors scream BLACK LIVES MATTER!