Just Sayin'...

I wish that all humans could feel the love and loyalty of a dog, the noblest and purest of God's creatures. Once you experience these gifts, you are forever changed. Peace and comfort be to you whose life has known the friendship and heart of a dog, in all ways and for always...

In honor of my dog who passed away. we experienced a lot of the same things together, so I wrote this to be read in either her, or my perspective.

This is the best use of an otherwise dull day. I found myself emotionally invested in their defeats and their final triumph. And what I loved most is that although they were in competition with one another to be the first to make a strike against their blue Solo cup adversary, they celebrated the win together, and, equally, bemoaned the misses and near-misses of one another. On a more metaphysical level (sorry to go deep here, but it is with purpose that I do so...), the encouragement that each man had for the other blossomed out of competitiveness to transmute into solidarity against uncontrollable forces, and that encouragement, in my estimation, sent new gamma waves of creativity, inventiveness, and positivity (that the NEXT attempt made by either man would be THE ONE) with such magnitude and force that it not only achieved the goal but reached out beyond the confines of the video to me, a singular audience member, to instill a highly vibratory, immensely happy and positive energy response when the cups fell.

This is what we all should be doing for one another, rather than the bitter Betty bullshit and the gnashing of teeth at one another just because our perspectives don't always align, the trend that seems, sadly, to be the norm these days.

Thank you, gentlemen, for the lesson, the laughter, and the energy. Much appreciated!

For the woman I love and hold above all other people and objects: In case I never said it, I hold you as my own personal pantheon of Goddesses all encapsulated in one being. You're my Minerva (for the wisdom you've imparted to me countless times); my Athena (for your many quiet displays of fearlessness when others would have retreated, and for unveiling poetry of silent words) ; my Persephone (when you walked compassionately among the dying); my Psyche (for your unerring way of knowing my mind's brooding, and for leading me away from it); my Aphrodite (for showing me beauty in the simplest things; revealing the handsomeness I possess; challenging my rage, self-hatred, ugliness and violence with a calming touch, vocal spells to quell the tide of destruction, beauty in motion, and lessons in creativity); my Demeter (you always know how to make things grow, from our children to my gnarled, twisted heart); my Alchelois (who outshines the sun and the moon, owning all of my skies); my Astraea (whose footsteps guide me safely across dark skies); my Eris (who wins the war through love and force of soul); my Hestia (who has shown me both hearth and home, in all their incarnations); my Thalia (your wit disarms me); my Gaia (for being a force of nature); my Hebe (for breathing life and vitality into this old salted lost soul); my Kotys (for the nights you've driven me wild and shown me pleasures words cannot describe); and my Iris (whose spectrum of colors shines bright against the darkness of my worst days and promises better things through hope and love).

I would build a shrine for you, but I fear my hands would not do you justice. So I will simply choose each place in which I dwell or linger as a temple of You, and, upon bend knee, I will adore you, always...

But eventually somebody with overactive gold-digging glands will try this as a means of racketeering and POP! goes the weasel...

Only a matter of time...

I’ll represent you in court :)

And those two, in the forefront of this photo, are two of the higher ranking criminals in all of this. They should face charges and prosecution for treason, and when found guilty, should lose everything for the crimes they've committed against Americans. Everything. And that includes their wealth and their lives.

This is the pool adjacent to the playground that contains The Fucking Slide (see the accompanying post below).

Why do I get the feeling that there are Banana Hammocks somewhere close by?

And with that money, I will buy Alberto something he can smile about. 'Cause he looks like a sad little dude here...

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

About Time (2013)

My question now is whether this man is now guilty of involuntary manslaughter...

There I was, sitting at the bar, staring at my drink, when a large, troublemaking biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink, and gulps it down in one swig. “Well, whatcha’ gonna do about it?” he says menacingly.

I burst into tears. “This is the worst day of my life,” I say. “I’m a complete failure. I was late for a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found that my car had been stolen and I don’t have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took to get home. At home, I found my wife with another man. Then my dog bit me. So I came to this bar to work up the courage to end it all. I bought a drink and dropped a suicide capsule in it. Then, after all that, as I sat down here watching the poison dissolve, you come in here and drink the whole damn thing!

A pseudo-wisdom I heard many years ago says that, "You can pick your nose, and you can pick your friends, but you can't pick your friends' noses." This photo is strong evidence to refute that...

The Three Stooges