The govt. does control the weather

When you piss on something long enough, it turns yellow.
© John Alphonse forever

How many times have I experienced small-minded Portlanders actually get angry and defensive at the thought of government intervention in weather events? I mean, actually pissed off because I've suggested the idea into the open air that once was our society, when we had one. Like I was the devil for bespeaking such inaccurate untruth when it has been documented fact since at least 1986! Do you think the Bush crew doesn't do the same thing? Do you think they're gonna' tell you? Do you notice the wonderful weather we have here most every time the Bushes are on vay-cay in K-bunk? Wake up out of your front-page tabloid or Pressed Harold stupor, people! You're not getting the truth, haven't been for quite a while now... So stop spreading what you think is true just because you see it in the sellout media who are just another business, and not a contributing societal member any more. Stop being a pawn of negativity and move your own piece.

Sadder still walking through Lincoln Park on an Easter Sunday, a stone's throw from the beloved Cathedral of Sexually-Abusive Holier-Than-Thou's: a cold, human-less remnant of a park, in a remnant of a city, in a remnant of what it was like to be a culture, a society and nation with some sense of aesthetic and pride above some dollar sign - not just an American, but a respectable human being foremost. You wonder why things are the way they are now? Just look at your "I'm so wonderful" selves of denial and stop trying to look like the "poor me" innocents while you stab people in the back behind their backs and with a smile to their faces.

The park was pigeon-less, and my illegally spread bread crumbs were met by no less than 70 or 80 seagulls and zero pigeons. Sick that a society would create such a situation as a city and then label the pigeons as dirty, disgusting undeserving leeches on our "great" system. Gee it's kind of like employers treat employees, isn't it? Or how you look down at the welfare recipient sliding their MaineCare card in line at Hannaford? You call yourselves such "nice" people when you have chosen to be judgmental rather than compassionate?

The seagulls of capitalism have devoured any sense of the common man, and apparently common pigeon, repackaged it as undesirable, lesser, undeserving, and then made it the focus of scorn, hatred and judgment.

Just as I was leaving there was a sign of hope, which there will always be until this sign becomes a billboard and then an entire sky: circled around by a gull or two was one approaching pigeon perched on a street light, joined by a second pigeon thereafter as I crossed the street.

One pigeon, two pigeons. Hope springs eternal, and hail to the goddess Esther, after whom the Easter holiday was named in the first place before the Catholics hijacked, manipulated and redefined it. Monkey see, monkey do... No, scratch that, sorry... that's actually an insult to monkeys.

Tech stocks still rule, Super Bowl still sucks

Like the poster says (at top, right): DEFying convention; DEFining a new generation.

When you own the Big Mouth, of course you're going to hype yourself when you're rotten and losing it. That's a big pile of crap about such great ratings for the Super Bowl in my opinion.

Not that there isn't a massive 'network effect' that takes place in society, don't get me wrong there about the power of the medium: quite possibly, CBS's new Terminator-based television series has already prompted its share of school gun violence by the looks of the timing of events. Well, at the least it sure didn't help any! But, if you want to claim such success hosting a football game, why don't you pursue the same notoriety on the next absurdly-insane school shooting gallery scene? The resemblances are uncanny, don't you think?

Or, gee, can we please have another cop violence show to watch as there's not nearly enough crime going on outside the entertainment industry that I really crave more! Prime-Time Crime and Prison Overload: any correlation? Just wondering.

How can a visually astute bunch of professionals not know the effects of feeding images (called "impression management" in photographic and psychological arts) of gun-barrel views to anyone's mind, let alone just a bunch of stressed-out people looking to kick back and relax? When guns are going off for real in this world with such frequency, you can' t just sit back and take no responsibility for joining the promo and treating them like waving around a toothbrush. Even if you're not responsible for all the blame.

And related in parallel, stock prices we are seeing are about as realistic as the talent of a record-company pop star. It's all fantasy. It's all mind-play. It's all deception by those who had been controlling our lives for all too long and are in the midst of, uncontrollably, losing this control. Maybe if you're living in a bygone era, why would you value the future anyway? You'd more likely devalue it and hype your dwindling resources.

What will happen when people begin to actually realize consciously that they don't need even half of what they think they do, when they realize they're in a self-created, situational sandbox with imaginary walls? Drop the fear, the walls disappear...

You'll be getting the gentle tap on the shoulder soon, all those who sold us out, as what has crept up behind you (without your wanting to acknowledge it, lest you be able to go on raking us over the coals) is about to level the field for the good of humanity and beyond. This is last call, it's starting to look like, and last chance to turn around and do something good, or else nice knowing you... (well, honestly, it really wasn't that nice). With or without you, a better world awaits us around the corner.

Trail: Dangerous Redefinition of Reality

You Call This Trail? No wonder nature has gone down the tubes...

photo © Lewiston Sun Journal / Daryn Slover

Look no further than how warped today's society has redefined everyday words and you will understand easily how we have created this mess we are now calling our home planet.

The photo caption reads:

"Rail enthusiasts walk along the 3/4 mile Ricker Farm Trail during a dedication ceremony in Lisbon on Wednesday. Work on the trail began one year ago and the trail head is located at the Lisbon Community School. The Ricker Farm Trail begins where the Papermill Trail ends, for a combined length of one and a half miles. Ricker Farm has been in the Ricker Family since 1860. Members of the family attended the ceremony with 96-year-old Alice Ricker cutting the ribbon. Plans are already in the works to continue the trail on both ends, said Justin Liudvinaitis, chair of Lisbon Trails."

As someone who has worked closely on"trail" issues for mountain biking access, I have seen first hand how this definition of trail has been redefined for the benefit of real estate developers and opportunists of all walks to suck up federal money for preserving nature and churn it into business for sand & gravel companies and their associated mafias of legal thievery. It has become a big joke, and the grant takers are truly rotten wolves with big capitalist sheep smiles on their faces as they rip down your favorite nature spot and pave a "trail" through it, all to get access to and permission to develop these areas in the first place. Add a trail, and all of a sudden you are eligible for federal funding for your go-nowhere cul-de-sac disconnected development of future disconnected Americans who haven't a clue growing up in some fantasy land isolated in a section of woods.

I wonder if they will someday name a development (oops, almost used the Olde American English 'neighborhood') after Ms. Ricker? Alice Ricker Way. I wonder if she really thought it would turn out that way? Developers really have a peculiar sense of humor... especially around the dinner table when they're serving glazed old lady.

Nobody seems to notice, or to care about, or to be able to stop, this outright fraud of man and nature enabled by a semantic metamorphosis, and popularized by hippie-do-gooders operating from the back pocket of Joe Steamshovel.

Can't you see what they are doing to our world, to our lives, re-defining the meaning of what was once a secluded dirt shortcut through a wooded area? Have you not seen the condos stacked three-deep in the woods behind everybody's back yards? No, those weren't always there.

This is worse than a dude in a suit who at least makes no pretenses about wanting to eat you for dinner. Are we headed for a pre-corrupted, out-of-the-box future government of Ecocrats, Republi-Greens and Hipsterpendents? Or are we already there?