Simply Shady ~ Under the Bodhi Tree: Chatty Cathy

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Chatty Cathy

Sarah Palin? Hey, as a rule, I'm not one to be castigating and sitting in judgement, but as the old cliche rings out, 'rules are meant to be broken', I will make an exception just this once. Does she not have any 'media handlers'? I'm certain that anyone who keeps up on the news has seen the latest in the serious of mis-steps (i.e., the turkey farm incident), so I won't ramble on about that.

I am just really, really curious as to how she even made it to the office of Governor of a State...honestly, I give the Eskimos a great deal of credit for having the knowledge to be able to live in a house made of ice, so I don't think it's the constituency of Alaska that allowed it to happen (unless of course, the majority of the constituency of Alaska is comprised of people like the guy at the turkey farm responsible for decapitating the turkey and draining it's life juices...now that is one distinct possibility. However, I think something else is at work here, something more devious and sinister. And I'm suspicious.

This woman presents herself not much unlike a 'Chatty Cathy' doll. She is asked a relatively simple question, and I swear it's like a string has been pulled in her back, and out comes this lengthy, rambling pack of random inane non-sense that a moderately sane person cannot possibly connect the dots to.

Not only can she not seem to give an answer relevant to the question asked, but she just keeps on cutting her own throat as she speaks...she just doesn't know when to stop. It's like a can full of BB's rattling around on a conveyor belt...Lord, somebody stop the line and remove the can. It's really embarrassing....for her, and even for the Russians I suspect...whom, by the way, can see her in her backyard.

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To all who read me, you will find an eclectic mix of philosophy, spirituality, mildly erotic material, and occasional strong, unfiltered words. Therefore, all eyes here should be of legal age, or of an open mind to the content contained herein. As a staunch proponent of the 1st Ammendment, I cannot be the morality police. This is all offered up from an imperfect soul who is simply conveying the complexities of living an imperfect life in an imperfect world - while searching for the reason and rhyme, and his way back homeward – tormented by the fork found in the road, the 'Jungian fork' if you will, and just standing there scratching his ass for what seems an eternity, trying to decide anima/animus, yin/yang, left/right. So what you see here is the by-product of that age's old warfare between the light and dark side of mankind in the age of Kali Yuga.If any of the material written, used, or otherwise posted herein is found offensive, then please exercise the option to not view my page - the least one here is trying to change who he is, but the best I have to offer is an exit out to the better of the two here. I look at it like this - there is not one among us perfect, otherwise we wouldn't be here, so beware of casting judgment out on others because karma will inevitably bring it right back around on you. We all have dirty backyards that need cleaned up first. The difference is is that I just tore down the fence on my side so the neighbors could see in. We were born naked among the world, and naked we will return to our Lord to face our karma - it's the wheel, and I can't stop it, and you can't either. No entity, organization, or person other than myself is responsible for the postings made herein, or affiliated with the written content contained herein (except where expressed consent and approval are so noted.) Now that all of that necessity is out of the way...Poetry links are found below and to the right of center...the rest is simply shady ~

I get by with a little help from my friends...

The beginning footfalls of this journey left behind a simple collection of my poetry...but I soon found that wasn't enough.

So at the encouragement of a couple of 'very good spirited' friends to keep up the writing, I thought I would incorporate a journal of my day to day existence, a catharsis if you will, to purge the racing, disconnected thoughts I have had since learning that I am faced with a progressive and potentially fatal illness.

"DaBinkey made copious notes of practically his every idle thought, in the belief that they were indecipherable by anyone but himself. Actually, their secrecy was assured by the fact that no one was remotely interested but himself" - from "Humans at Work" 1986.

So you, my journal, will give me someone to while away the hours with, someone to talk to when the house is still, or simply when the mind needs a friend. You journal, may also serve as case study to show the effects of the disease process, the bodily and mental capacities as they begin to extinguish, and the attempts at fighting back - a public display of the soul coming unraveled, as it were...a willing 'lab rat'; a living experiment is fine by us if it helps another family in the future to understand and cope.

Please take a moment to check out my poetry (links at upper right) if you would be so kind...who knows, maybe you'll find a smile, or a thought to ponder a while.

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