Posts Tagged ‘1%ers learning’

Like Newt She Would HAVE , AND Eat IT Too

March 8, 2012

Barack Obama “is the Food Stamp President”. Thus sayeth the Newt.
( http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/2chambers/post/barack-obama-
the-food-stamp-president/2011/12/07/gIQAq1tKxR_blog.html )

The statement was from the fraternal twin of Rush Limbaugh, Newt Gingrich, in his part of the quest to further dismantle this Nation. The problem with Newt’s “blurtosity” is that when one holds up a mirror for him to peer into the truth of his claims he has a great deal of trouble seeing himself. (http://www.usatoday.com/news/politics/story/2012-01-18/
fact-check-gingrich-obama-food-stamps/52645882/1)

And, when the “Fly” jumps from his “ointment” into the cavern that is his sugar bowl of a mouth it is swallowed as effortlessly as as how a newborn can breathe AND drink at the same time. He just doesn’t choke. And, he doesn’t look back to learn of his mistakes, even when they disprove him…

(http://www.foxnews.com/us/2012/03/08/michigan-woman-who-won-1m-lottery-
but-kept-using-food-stamps-loses-benefits-141935620/)

This appears to be the most common denominator of those seeking to oust the President, and REASON ITSELF. And, as the MORE often they’re denied in their claims the more gossimer their curtain orders.

Even though most of my focus has been on Newt’s ocular myopathies the fact of a MICHIGAN NATIVE being a MILLIONAIRE and STILL using GOVERNMENT monies is too close a proximity to George’s little boy.

The BEST part of this story is that it IS IMPOSSIBLE for either Newt, or MITT to say anything about anyone else’s RACE, Ms. Clayton HAS STRAIGHT HAIR, and AN AQUILINE NOSE.

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Synaptiq Seeds: a Formula For a Title

December 18, 2008

A good thought, idea or realization has value for the duration of its lifetime, whether that lifetime is interrupted or not.

There’s been an ebb and flow, give and take, ying and yang since the first flatworm separated then became enamored with its other self. We’ve been BLESSED to live in a time that even though the WORLD itself, (as people), may be on the “snotty” edge of OBLIVION, we do possess enough remnants of bread crumbs to lead us away from that edge.

In the eighth year of an infant millennium we are not far removed from some of the most recorded times of human STRIFE and SUFFERING that can easily be learned from those we call Parent, Grand-Parent and Great-Grand- Parent. Those who’d struggled past the ” War to End ALL Wars” are almost as few as “Hen’s Teeth” and their offspring of “The Greatest Generation” now move to the sound of one of Dr. Kellogg’s best known breakfast cereals (“snap,crackle…pop”). We, the “Pop”-lived progeny, are at the point of watching ALL our PREDECESSOR’S achievements of a life’s time and a life’s styles deflate within the short spans of OUR Grandchildren’s life spans. There is truly nothing NEW under this SUN, so this site will attempt to respawn another’s observations of “this new POSITION” that we find ourselves in. At that , with the WORLD going broke, (even when a “neighbor” can be a thousand kilometers “down the road”.), a voice speaking from 70 years past, 9 years after the “GREAT CRASH” : a-bit-o-prose and definate wisdom called “THE GAIN” by Edgar A. Guest, from his 1938 book- All IN A LIFETIME.

The Gain:

When life was bright and cheerful he went singing

on his way.

He scarcely knew his neighbrs or what sort of folks

were they.

But he woke one dismal morning to find all his

money gine,

And he found that fame and fortune were not safe

to lean upon.

The other day I met him, and he said: “It’s very

queer,

But the fact is I am happier than I’ve been for many

a year.

I’ve discovered friendly people living just across the

street;

I’ve discovered books and blossoms and the grass be-

neath my feet.

“Since the bank account has dwindled I’ve discovered

at my door

A variety of blessings which I’d never known before.

I’ve discovered CHESS and CHECKERS are not games

which children play,

But are glorious entertainment when at home you

choose to stay.

” Oh, we’re richer now in spirit than we ever thought

we’d be,

There’s a bond of true devotion binding all the

family.

WE have gained in faith and wisdom and in fellow-ship with flowers.

And whatever loss may follow, these shall evermore

be ours.”

It’s interesting, those that “set back” seeds of a “good CROP” sometimes have those gems’ packagings become “hidden” on shelves that have collected “waiting’s” disguise. Now we call them seed “banks”, and like the bank destroyed in Baghdad* many of our oldest, most prolific seeds are being lost to the PROGRESS of GREED. I do this so that there may be maps remade for us, to re-find and e-build those SEED-BANKS.

A thought: Those that DESTROYED the BAGHDAD SEED-BANK probably “forgot” that the ORIGINAL “GARDEN” was located on that city’s two RIVERS. Could it be possible that “WE’VE’ gotten rid of tha ORIGINAL SEEDS of Earth’s FIRST GARDEN ?(* It was BOMBED during the first 12 hours on the orders of our OUT-GOING President (BUSH). Remember the “big NEWS” of the seed bank in the ARCTIC ?

The site, Synaptiq Seeds, is now open for the business of thought growing into an action I, most likely, won’t be the author that will set YOUR mind alight, that is why I invite others better than myself to tell you “the story”.

A note to those who’ve read this post: SYNAPTIQSEEDS= a real blog site on wordpress.com, you may WANT to go there and be “enlightened” to another facet of  the original “gourmet thoughts of a brown-bag mind”.

The Pilot’s Reagan Went Off in the Cockpit…

April 3, 2008

AM I BLLUUUEEEE!..and when the FAA asked him about the whys and wherefores he looked around, like Martin Moeller, and saw there was “nobody left”. When the President fired the air traffic controllers a partial gate to the air travelers current abyss opened for of all of us. There is ,always, another side of the things that have been enacted by those we’ve placed into positions of “authority”, via the media’s prolific polishings .

Ever since Matwan, people in nice suits with single knot nooses have enjoyed their Oedipal powers in the lives of the adept of the service industries. They instigate “proper” actions from the fear of the loss of control, they just don’t have enough. To let a person do the job/task that they’ve trained for, for some time, is not within their human resource manuals handed down to them. At least that’s how I see it. There is another side that these folks cannot conceive. That conception, the wiping the crusts from eyes that haven’t closed, in rest, for three weeks and more. Waiting for micro-slivers of any type of metal or wood, maybe some variation of a toxic polymer, to fester, all liquid rainbow under the Astro-dome of skin, to erupt and dismiss the offensive invader, in a Vesuvial manner, away in relief. Okay, enough graphics. It’s been said that the brilliance of the diamond is only derived from the many facets below. The middle-class ARE those facets! Differently cut, depending on the size of the stone, the clarity of its “cut”. I guess what I’m trying to say is that the 1% need a bit of faceting from the fundament up. Some of what I’m trying to say is this, if we on this globe just allow all of us to do our best most of the time, and encourage also, infantile treatment will cease soon. Here’s a little “prose” about my chosen income as example.

From the first road case down the truck’s ramp,

until that same case rolls back up it 17 hours later,

I AM a UNION of knowledge and co-operation.

By answering this call to SERVICE on a daily basis

I feed my children, as you and your children sing,

stare, laugh or cry,

I am a Union of Knowledge and CO-OPERATION.

A VERY OBSERVANT person said,

“When a society loses its ART it ceases to be a SOCIETY.”

I AM a UNION of that KNOWLEDGE AND CO-OPERATION!

( This was inspired by Ron Fisher, my first business agent/#363-Reno,NV and one Wm. Scott Bretzman: “Mountain”of National Lampoon’s ‘Animal House’. Cancer victim 2006)                                                             Thank you for taking the time read this bit of my brain.

(The Title for the graphic is: AM I BLLUUUEEEE!?!/found@www.188503.Spreadshirt.com/Shop 188503/ item#2744541-0).