Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Humor in Truth-Always Anger

I made this picture the other night in the cold rain. Notice how the photons of light move around the tree limbs. Based on sub quanta physics and the speed of light those photons travel so fast that they are smart enough to know that the limbs are in their path. Contrast and Shadow. For those of you who caught my truth document yesterday morning before I had to pull it down count yourselves lucky. You prolly saw the humor and had a laugh based on what really happened the day before. See, what I had originally put up was not hateful, negative or holding any sorrowful emotions regarding the aesthetic damage to what is mine. I honestly believe that no material object is really mine because it could be taken away or scratched at any second by the actions of others. What is mine is the truth and from this day hence forth no one's actions will be able to scrub my blog again. Like 5 Dollar Frank used to say, "If my opinion offends you, it was purely intended." Pictures do not lie unless of course they have been photo shopped. I say you sir get over it and consider your own actions against this sea of shit we are all swimming in. It was really no big deal until you took your own actions as personally as you did which are yours to begin with.

Now, on to toonday's business. The other day in an effort to share some real journalism coming out of Afghanistan I posted a shorty titled: Reality Cheque. A few days passed and then yesterday an anonymous Republican whose written voice sounded like the rodeo clown Glenn Beck, left the following comment:

Do you know what paper tiger means. Look it up. Ever think about being in a real death march, while the female members of your family get taken away by enemy soldiers.
Well now that you looked up paper tiger and know what it is, the USA will not be a paper tiger to no one, that includes Big China or stateless terrorists with infrastructure and tons of Ca$h.

I only took a second to reply:

Anon...You missed the boat and are obviously not looking within but I bet you are paying roughly 2.60 a gallon.

Then over night came the truth in the blog-o-sphere from none other than Jordy M. Moore(the M stands for Money):

"the USA will not be a paper tiger to no one"

dude, a-ninny-moose, may i suggest you look up (into your brain) "double negative". your statement reverses your intended meaning, assuming you meant to say that the U.S.A. will not be a paper tiger to anyone. if we are not a paper tiger to no one it means we are in fact a paper tiger to someone. is that what you meant? what DO you mean to say here? whats this enemy soldier taking away your "female's" fantasy about? who is the enemy?
China is pretty tied to our consumer lifestyle and doesn't seem to mind. sure, it's tempting to entertain scenarios of them wanting more control of hydrocarbon resources and who can blame em?!? this shits great, you ever ridden a jet ski? wow, nothing quite like it. in order for china to fulfil your "female-stealing" fantasy they would have to mobilize millions of men on thousands of expensive ships and planes and over a series of months move those poor saps to fight in the USA (without us noticing), the home of all unknowing, the moral abyss, full of guns guns guns, gangs, mutated-meat aggression, jocks, SUV's, interstate. . . i mean, sure, china's got the men and the money and the ships and the planes and stuff, but they'd have to be bats hit loony to try and OCCUPY a nation with the moral compass of a goat. no, your fantasy stems from something deeper inside yourself, for in my world i would simply remove my own femur and kill whatever enemy soldier stood before me to take my "female's" or my "dog" or "me". look into that.
and cash. ahhhh, i can smell it now, because im holding some up to my nose. it smells like an old book. remember those? books? after "looking into" a few of those i was able to draw a lot of conclusions about exactly where the cash that "stateless" (bill, take note of the banner of nationalism this is falling under), ah hem, "stateless" terrorists got their dirty, ugly, stinky, bloody cash. yep, theres a paper trail. the paper tiger left it. guess where it goes? vroom vroom. 57 chevy, baby. how you gettin to work tomorrow? so any ways, did you know that kenny rogers knows when to hold em? he also bought a 10-20million $$$ horse from saudi arabia. he also wrote "christmas in cannan" staring billy ray cyrus, you can catch that on the hallmark channel and get your beliefs on. yeah, 10 to 20 million, for one horse. theres some cash for ya.
sir or ma'am, i think youre drinkin. you come in here to the old traffic stop and you want to talk all this "female" abduction fantasy, and knock chinese people around and fly the banner of the USA like you own a share. but you dont. your shares were bought and sold on the auctioning block along with the rest of us, and whatever fear you have about dying and reading, or reading and dying, you need to get over, because you are inevitably going to die so you may as well read and figure out something else to say besides encoded, anonymous, trite, uncreative, rape fantasy's that sound like the pile of letters that didn't make the final cut of Rambo 8.
Jordy MOOre (the moor's were Muslim's, but i wrote this within arms reach of two christmas trees.)
have a cracked day!
wv: fruisi

Brilliant work and I appreciate your understanding of what is happening all around us. No need to be consumed by it when all we have to do is actively throw up decoys to the truth while we toon it up living the life is good and never take the look in but stay consistent in throwing it in the trash like I did my blog post yesterday. Is it not amazing how the truth is always met with anger. No question mark because it is not a question.


Bill said...

In the interest of my own interest in your written thoughts on this blog, might we recycle the post that was trashed?

I read daily, and wasn't able to see your attempt at humor...but I am interested to learn what initiated such a reaction from anon.

-Bill Richards (Marquette, MI)

Anonymous said...

Hey Bill, Who scratched the LY off your frame?