MEMORIAL DAY

Its 4 AM do you know where your brain is? I sure as hell don't! (ha,ha) Summertime is here and I have poison ivy, yipee yi-ya for summer, not the damn poison ivy thing! How was your weekend boys and girls? I suppose the rich was eating steak prepared by their servants. I being a poor man barbecued hamburgers and luckily I worked a couple hours overtime to pay for the buns. I am my servant. Damn what is there a shortage of old sickly milk cows? The price of ground fat has gone up. I use to buy low end steaks and marinade it for the price I'm paying this Memorial day. Apparently them old cows are getting fatter just like us Americans. Why is it called hamburger anyhow? I thought ham was from pigs! The identity to ground beef is most peculiar, they use percentages like 80/20, 90/10 and so forth. Is this the blood pressure of the beef before there, there, there, you know!!! They call it ground beef, ground chuck, ground round, ground sirloin. Damn whatever Wendy's uses is what I want, um, um, good. I made the mistake of buying the ground whatever in the plastic roll one time to make coneys. I could not stomach the crap they put in that shit, I give it to the dog and she turned her nose up at it. They must of ground up bones and all of old Bessie the milk cow! I only bought ground chuck after that crap and didn't eat anything ground for a long time.

Has the world changed within the last year from last Memorial day? Nope, still in Iraq and Afghanistan, deficit still ballooning like a fattened pig ready for market. More unrest everywhere in the world. Nuclear meltdowns, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornadoes, economies of the world going down the toilet, crazy old religious man making predictions about rapture, all in all seems pretty normal to me!!!  

One can only wonder what the future brings! I don't make predictions but with the world population only on a upward trend and man made catastrophes continuing at an even more alarming rate, it don't look rosy now does it?

"The Powers That Be" on this planet we call home somehow seem to be manipulating us to Armageddon!!! While waiting for that to happen they play with our lives, and our children's with such evil tactics and we don't even know it. They tell us it's for your own good, like cattle led to slaughter we follow. Intelligence levels of the U. S. A. are going down faster than a speeding bullet. We spend more money for education and the IQ goes down!

It certainly could not be all the extra goodies they put in our food or our water or our medicines or all the flu shots or vaccinations!!! BIG BROTHERS are doing that for our own protection, right! Meanwhile all the Johnny's in America are challenged, can't do simple math to get a decent job. Hell they don't graduate high school and cannot pass the GED!

IF YOU BELIEVE OUR FUTURE LOOKS BRIGHT... YOU PROBABLY BELIEVE THERE WILL BE PEACE IN THE MIDDLE EAST... ONE THING I WILL MAKE A PREDICTION WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY ABOUT IS MEMORIAL DAY AIN'T GOING TO END, WE'LL HAVE MORE AND MORE TO MEMORIALIZE, UNTIL THERE WON'T BE "NO" MORE TO MEMORIALIZE........   

DREAMER

Dreaming starts probably whenever a mind becomes active but what would a baby dream about? Nightmares would start after a baby sees all the ugly relatives. As brain activity kicks into high gear and all senses are firing, good and bad feelings must play a roll. At what age is your earliest memory of dreams. I'm an avid dreamer but I can't remember any early dreams. I do remember having re-ocurring dreams and still have similar dreams to this day. Reading too many Superman comic books and watching Superman reruns everyday after school at Grandma's house, I'm sure is too blame. A child is not in control and as a Super being you would be! It was not anything other than flying, that I dreamed about. You reckon there is hidden meaning, or is it just the imagination of a child. Probably both but a child wouldn't understand and should not have to!

Dreaming to me is therapy. Here, my overindulgence in my imagination can run rampant. I wake up sometimes with the dream SO real, still echoing the emotions that I was experiencing, it is overwhelming, breathtakingly at times, it is out of this world!!! (That's funny, probably visiting another realm.) Talking R-E-A-L-T-Y, without my dreams I believe I would succumb to my many mental and physical disorders! I have so many disorders, I'M OUT OF ORDER, but that would not be anything new to regulars here at GLEN VIEW SANITARIUM. It is here in Dreamland I energize my batteries and get the courage to carry on, HALLELUJAH!!! I'm getting a mite excited and felt the need to testify! Ain't it wonderful though. I have had nightmares but thankfully the dreams I remember are good.

Just last night I had another of my more recent flying dreams. From out of nowhere a gust of wind will carry me up up and away. Just before this happens I will be seriously pondering on a problem with intense thoughts. At the height of this seriousness I will be lifted and get a new refreshing perspective.
The view from on high is exhilarating and my seriousness does not turn to fear; quite the opposite, all doubt turns to laughter, wondering where I will land, always gently. This time I'm flying over a shallow rock filled stream and I'm placed ever so carefully on a large rock.

Sometimes I'm a bird riding the high wind effortlessly looking down without a care in the world, beautiful majestic and FREE!

Recently there has been a new twist, which I find even more fulfilling. I have only had a hand full of these dreams. In these dreams I am myself, suddenly I'm taking flight like a gigantic bird, I feel my arms become wings and the movement is so real, I feel every part of my arms suddenly flapping to the movement of taking flight with powerful wings. I do not feel any other part of my body, just the overwhelming sensation of my arms becoming wings, effortlessly and so beautiful...

WITHOUT MY IMAGINATION AND DREAMS, I FEEL I MIGHT WITHER AWAY, FOR WITHIN THEM I LIVE EMOTIONALLY, TOTALLY ME!!! IN OUR EVERYDAY EXISTENCE WE MUST LIVE WITHIN THE LIMITATIONS OF PRESET BOUNDARIES, AND I LONG TO BE FREE TO BE ME. IN MY DREAMS ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE YOU SEE!!!   THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT FROM GLEN VIEW.    

REVELATION

          Instead of listening to my thoughts and I. Q., my common sense, my upbringing and everything I have learned in my life, I have thrown it all away "BEGONE". What makes me, ME I cast away! I exorcised myself. It was during this self-exorcism, I had a revelation...
          I had pushed myself beyond my physical capacity, as in old age, and the limitations I must adhere to, to stay within my various ailments. Under normal circumstances a good nights rest pretty much rejuvenates me to near normal. One thing about age you are never normal again! Anyhow, I wasn't recovering. I would get out of bed for a little while, but my body and mind says "more rest", so I slept it off, or so I tried!
          I'm now into my third day, I cancelled my Doctor's appointment and called into work I simply cannot face the WORLD. My posts are dark, but hey I was dark at this time. Darkness held me tightly in it's grasp. I was not dreaming and usually my dreams are like therapy. Something deep amiss. It was about this time I started thinking, I wish I would fall into a deep sleep and never wake up!!! It just didn't matter anymore... My life is over and anything else is just going to be down hill... Why prolong the inevitable... So after three days of physical exhaustion, my mind agrees, I give up... After lying in bed on the fourth day the revelation hit... It is quite simple... I must not care anymore about the problems of the world... I must not care about anything at work that takes me out of my safety zone... When the lame brained nincapoops at work piss me off... I must simply say I don't give a rats ass... When I fill the flame begin to rage, I simply don't care... If it's something I can't control, then why fret over it. When some loud ass is talking on the cell phone and I can hear every word, laugh, their frying their own brain cells with the microwave emissions and that's funny...
          Somehow I found the courage to go back to my meaningless existence. It was TOUGH, like walking on egg shells. I talk to myself to stay calm. I took several aleve for arthritis pain that seem to be affecting my whole body. I drank mucho caffeine, to kick-start my engine. DAMN I was a man on the edge!!! Edge of what, I dare not allow myself to entertain that thought!
          Somehow, I made it through that night. Weak of mind, weary of body I crawl home from willing up the last bit of willpower within. I crash for 12 hours and go-at-it once more, mustering up the will and blocking out the things that before would of raised my blood pressure greatly! I had made it two days and repeated the drill once again. After the third day it was weekend again and my routine came full circle and back to as normal as it was before, my little brush with insanity.        
          Thankfully my dreams reappear with meaningful clarity, the likes of which I've not experienced before. I visit my Doctor and everything is as screwed up medically as I was mentally, but who CARES!!! I have fought a valiant battle to keep my mental faculties as near normal as whatever that is!!!
          I can see my frustrations and my renewed VIGOR in my posts of the last six to eight weeks.
          I attempt to see through my heart first, rather than through my brain. DAMN that is hard after living your whole life one way.
          I have set-backs, a-plenty but try to remain focused. So far the enjoyment of life outweighs the bad and I hope to win this battle as long as my old ticker keeps ticking.
          I write this piece as I try to keep peace. Life is an everyday battle that grows harder as you age!   
          We must keep on trucking and enjoying the beauty of the simple pleasures that are all around us because we sure CANNOT change the world, our surroundings, behavior of other people...
          WHAT WE CAN DO, OR AT LEAST "TRY" IS TO CONTROL OUR REACTIONS TO THE UNCHANGEABLE CHAIN OF EVENTS WE CAN'T CONTROL... ONE CAN NEVER SAY "I DON'T CARE" THAT IS THE VERY PROBLEM...WE CARE TOO DAMN MUCH... THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT... glen view "PEACE MY FRIENDS"                 

Wandering & Wondering, Ah oh!!!

Viewer discretion is advised, reading farther may lower your I. Q.
I'm in a real strange ass mood! I been wandering around the state and wondering about many things this morning boys and girls and I am about to open the gate to my mind after taking my bedy-bye meds! If I get extremely sleepy I may just hit post and check it in the morn! The way I write and spell won't make no difference any way. I checked my blood pressure as soon as I set down and it were way too high, so what else is knew! I am warming my finger up and waiting for some earth shattering thinking to come from my brain.... Lets forget about that an go directly to a thought I had as I was burning up the interstate tonight wondering,
It has been 50 years since Kennedy proposed going to the moon. In 1969 we did that and went back several times right!!! So since that monumental achievement we have trouble just getting the Space Shuttle up and down. Granted that technology is ancient. (remember that word)
Those of you that was around in 1969 which wasn't me (laugh) just try and remember (if possible) the technology of everything compared to now!!! For you young-ins not around then, just take us old timers word for it! I owned a 1969 Chevrolet Impala a big magnificent car. Today's Impala has such technological advancements, the only resemblance may be doors and tires.
"EVERYTHING" has advanced by leaps and bounds. Anything electronically would not even be recognized today. Even science fiction could not envision some of the things available.

My point is, with improvements and advancements especially in the telecommunication and electronics and every other field! IF WE WENT TO THE MOON IN 1969 and stopped a few years later, but, but, but we continued to play with flying toys designed in the 70's UNTIL today, why oh why AIN'T we made more strides or at least be able to get a @#%&ing shuttle up and down the way we do our @#$%ing airplanes, why, why, why???
Okay, okay, okay I'm going to lay it on you. All these U. F. F. O.'s are our own UNIDENTIFIED FLYING FUCKING OBJECTS!!! Oh yeah where do you think all our tax dollars has been going, in addition to the lame brains in Washington. You see they have us looking in one hand and in the other hand funneled through these super duper rich military conglomerates. I bet them executives ain't flying around in them measely old 747 jets. I betcha they are flying rich ass first class to the fucking moon Alice... I also betcha we have had bases on the moon for one hell of a long time... Thats where trillions of dollars of unaccounted money and Nasa money and military $'s has gone to!
In 1969 we were playing vinyl records, now you hold a magnificent powerful computer in the palm of your hand. Don't you think we have the technology way beyond a damn Jetliner with jet fuel. The atom bomb was unleashed in 1945 with ancient scientist and technology. You don't think Science has come a long way to!!!
I believe we are being kept in the dark about many things and that we are so far ahead and only the military and privileged ONES are allowed these facts and that there boys and girls just flat pisses me off, because WE pay for this from OUR tax $'s...
 You want to know what I was wondering about tonight? I don't care if you think I'm crazy because if you read my stuff then you know I am. (hahaha)

AGONY OF DE-FEET (TiT BiT fer TODAY)

Extreme pain; strain, distress, yes I have been having extreme pain in my right foot, from the big toe and down the side of my foot. Klem my friend said "GOUT".  I said "Huh"! Klem repeats "GOUT"... "Yes, I say OUCH a lot", I answer!

When that pain hits me, it feels like a vice squeezing. I say some choice words to myself and try to ignore it. I take aleve to take the edge of the pain but that damn pain never leaves!

Klem gives me a look of disgust and says "you hard hearing old fart, G-O-U-T"!!!

"What in tarnation, is G-O-U-T", I ask?

"It's when your big toe hurts", Klem said.

Me and Klem seem to be having a failure to communicate, so I'm going to look it up in the dictionary. It is a disease characterized by inflamed joints. Oh shit, I have a disease!!! That don't sound very good! I look up inflamed in Mr. Dictionary, it means set afire; excite; rouse; cause redness and swelling. I have never set it on fire but it sure as hell feels like it is sometimes. Apparently when my big toe gets excited, it hurts!


Rouse, hell I don't know what rouse is! Is that like them game birds grouse? I'm so confused! Rouse means wake up from sleep; excite; agitate. I know its late and I can get confused. I mean stay confused, but gosh darn it! I go from pain in my big toe, which Klem calls G-O-U-T, to a disease that makes me think I'm dying. I get confused with rouse, apparently something about waking up my big toe. Hell no! I don't won't to wake it up, if I can keep it sleeping it won't get excited and agitate me! Whew wee! now I'm all agitated after attempting to figure out what gout is, my heart rate is up, I'm sweating, about to have a heart attack however; the good part is I put my Right toe to sleep and I surely don't want to ROUSE it, do I?

HOLY MACKERAL (TiT BiT fer TODAY)

My, oh my! We had some wind that shivered me timbers. Limbs were falling off me trees like leaves in fall! (Shucky dern, I have out done me-self on that one). In fall you have leaves falling gently, like a windless snow. Whole branches were falling and became several feet tall of instant fall. Hahaha, I'm full of myself tonight! Was without power for over 12 hours. It's during these times we forget about the modern conveniences that we take for granted.

Can't imagine, life before electricity and every dang itty-bitty thing-a-ma-bob, that requires that life giving force (LIKE THE ELECTRIC CHAIR). Let's flash back 150 years ago, the year is 1861. Damn can't flash back nowhere without them "damn wars" can we??? A tall skinny man was president, who read by the light of a fireplace as a child. Damn! now they read from teleprompters and today's children are too full of immunization shots and can't read!!!  Today's prez uses a handheld electronic gizmo called a blackberry to communicate. Old honest Abe is credited with freeing slaves and we have a president that is black. He is also tall and skinny! Sorry once again I lost my track o-thought, I'll manually put myself back on track.

Once more I need to recap to recoop my thoughts! Wind, limbs falling, loss of power, conveniences. We sure have it made, don't we??? We can witness the tornado live as it kills people, don't that just make you proud to see death and destruction live via twitter or whatever! Much more realistic than the movies ain't IT. Holy mackeral all the wind and destruction and loss of power has done short-circuited me I'll try to straighten up and fly right OR NOT... Until we meet again... glen at GLEN VIEW,where the inmates are in charge of the assylum. Just like our country.....  

TRUTH & SIMPLICITY

          I seeem to be in as fine a mood as I have ever been in in my entire life! While this particular moment may never appear again, I feel the timing is right to give my take on as many things that my challenged mind wishes to say. I pledge two things to anyboby who reads my silliness or whatever comes through my heart, through my brain and misfortunately at times my typing, it's always behind my thinking and once again I apoligize for my lack of formal training, ah but the two things you can always count on is TRUTH & SIMPLICITY here on GLEN VIEW...
          I'm a simple man with simple pleasures, and I appreciate any and all that come my way. There is so much bombardment of bull-shit, I believe the average person hasn't the foggiest idea of what or whom to believe. We regular working stiffs need to believe in something, because we are not STRONG enough to understand what we believe. We have been taught from day one of our existence by someone. The information that our brain takes in every day would overwhelm us if someone with capital letters behind their name like a earned badge of Intelligence. Doctorate of this or that! You know what this old boy says about that B.S. I have earned my capital letters the hard way and I will sum it up in one simple four letter word "LIFE". Almost always, beginning in my formative years I assumed everyone was smarter tham I was. Everybody seemed to be better looking, wore nicer clothes lived better than I did, therefore they must be smarter. I always thought of myself as second class citizen. Even into my adult years I saw ones that new how to manipulate the system. They were no better educated than I was, they just knew how to play the game. Well I don't play games, my childhood was stolen from me and I never got to be a child the way children should be. I became an adult early out of neccessity of life. I'm not crying about it, I learned from it and I have faith in my family and that is it! Outside of my family I trust my 13 year old dog more than any one else.
          What exactly is FAITH? Unquestionable belief, complete trust or confidence, whoa that's a mighty big order to fill!!! I suppose I may as well end this story here because I can think of nobody that can fulfill that. I know myself and have more trust and confidence in what "I believe" than anybody else. Everyday I learn something new and everyday I loose faith in someone. Everyday I have faith in myself to get through one more day.
          Millions upon millions of books have been written maybe billions. Is what you read imaginary or real? Imagination is wonderful, I could not live without imagination, I would wither as quickly as plants without water! When you read, you may have a thought or belief in someone's words that hit home, and that is the fun in reading, we can identify OUR thoughts or OUR beliefs with someone else! We would never read an entire book and completely identify or believe every word would we? Of course not, we are free to think as INDIVIDUALS!
          Does it recquire too much time and free thinking to believe what you believe? We are too busy to think right? We'll believe what the news tell us, what our acquaintances tell us. We watch way too much TV and we believe the reality shows, because there Reality Shows! Yeah right! Commercials brainwash us so much we go to the store and purchase certain items. Entertainment ain't just entertaining to yer lazy brain, it be BRAINWASHING yer brain, yep!!! Do you believe all documentaries all the history channels and everything you have been taught in school! Of course you do!!! We have been programmed all our life and we don't even know it!!!
          Yer probably asking yerself right now "what makes you so smart Mr. Glen View". Now I will answer that, "I'm certainly not smart, I have lived my whole life, believing what I myself believe, and not what others wish me to believe. I choose to base my faith, my belief system on my heart, my own spirituality and my OWN mind". Spirituality is not what we learn in Sunday School. Spirituality to me is what we have taught ourselves are whole life through our own uniqueness and our own unique SPIRIT. Faith flows through every cell of your body and eminates through yerself. No one can make or break yer faith, if you truly have it. Yer not born with it, as genes are passed, you acquire it or not!!!
          This attempt at truth and simple logic may not be making any sense. I have tried to stay away from words such as FAITH because it seems to me it can't be understood without religious overtones.
          Please my friends if you get nothing else out of my meandering here in the wee hours of the morning, I wish to leave you with this one point!!! BELIEVE IN YOURSELF AND WHAT YOUR HEART, YOUR SPIRIT, YOUR OWN UNIQUENESS TELLS YOU AND FOLLOW THAT, BECAUSE THAT IS THE SIMPLEST AND MOST TRUTHFUL PATH!!!
          GOODNIGHT, FOR WHATEVER THE REASON AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE THIS SEEMED "THE TIME" TO SAY THESE SIMPLE WORDS... Glen here at GLEN VIEW.

ON MY MIND "tIt bIt time"

Thunder still echoes in my head from something someone said. He was simply making chit-chat, but it struck a nerve in my heart...Tis not my problem, why can't I stop the rumbling? I am at peace, if only momentarily, as you read in my last post. I cannot shake two selfish assholes of parenting, "SORRY". But that's how I feel!

There is a scenario, that's sadly true and the continual reverberation inside my head & heart only confirms my beliefs already. This boy/man want-a-be talks about his kids. Hold on to your hat... That he hasn't seen in 15 years, you read me correctly, 15 YEARS. His wife left him and he has NOT seen his kids since then...

Finally after him complaining about his ex-wife. I ask "how in the hell can you justify not seeing your children"? His excuse was half-ass and lame-O!

What kind of human would not do everything within their power to see THEIR children? They reside one state away and granted rights under the courts for visitation.

When having children and until those children are raised, everything ELSE is secondary. These children never asked to be born and yet we have ASSININE ASSHOLES, not making a shot at raising THEIR children. There's no wonder kids have problems. Children having children and they aren't lifting one finger to even see their children.

When his children ask "why did you not ever come and see me"? There is no excuse for this answer" Do you think they are going to accept the fact that me and your mom did not get along? Unfortunately there are way too many divorces resulting in separation of parents!!!

So do you think Mr. Boy/Man want-a-be your children are going to love you??? When you ain't even bothered to see them in 15 YEARS...   THANKS AND GOODNIGHT, FROM GLEN VIEW.

BEACON OF THE NIGHT

I woke up early this morning feeling good, no aches no pains, the way one should. The first thing I must have is a shot of caffeine. Me and Punkster, my 13 year old loyal companion and best friend, take a ride through the countryside at 4 AM. No traffic, only early dew and a gentle fog. Peace the likes of which I have not felt in a while. I traveled this road not 12 hours ago, the road was the same but showed the hustle and bustle of everyday woos. I wear a jacket so our windows are down, we both feel the breeze of the early morns delight. Still not one car has seen, as I visit the Convenient Store, for the first time ever, it is that very thing. The Saturday night partier's are sleeping it off. The Sunday Edition of the Newspaper is hot off the press. Peace is breathtakingly beautiful, the feel of steadiness rings true so clear so dear. Caffeine for me and a double Slim Jim jerky treat for my shotgun riding protector of the night. Over to Big Daddy Mart we go for new socks for me, so much peace, how can this be? The large super sucker vacuuming truck of hell cleans the parking lot. Never have I seen the lot so pristine, no cups, no trash no dirty diapers, wow! to my mornings delight. I must be dreaming, this cannot be! In for my socks and out with a flash, woopsey, my dog Punkster is taking a nap. I reach through the unopened window and gave her a startl. She gives me whats for, then licks me with love. Me and her together again, riding the trail wind in our face, happiness prevails. I have a thought let's ride through town, we have already witnessed deer and other creatures of the night, At 5 AM the creatures of town should be asleep, right! No one, no police only me and the Punkster, woo wee! it's plum outta sight!

We hid on home, but I have a flash! I'm not finished with this amazing dream, alright! Over to the fairgrounds are favorite place for a walk, who cares if its the darkest of the night, just before the mornings first light, not me not Punkster! I pull off to the side, the weeds are 3 feet tall. I stand still looking at the moon, giving time for my eyes to adjust, we'll begin our walk soon. Punkster's white coat becomes a beacon of light, I sure ain't o'fraid of the dark and perfectly still night. I feel peacfulness within, and the peace of the missing light. Whoopsey daisy, this is better than the afternoon delights. Punkster follows the pavement just as we have a-thousand times before. For the first time in quite a many full moons, I hear no car tires squealing on the asphalt killing the peace and quiet. We walk and soon we reach the end, we're at the train tracks, the road, modern man made woes, Punkster turns around and retraces her steps, she too, grows tire of the race. My heart rate never goes beyond a flutter, I laugh, if only my Doc could see me now, he'd take my blood pressure/heart-rate, spring to his cell-phone with much start and stutter, as he calls 911. This here old man just died in the dead of the night!

We walk back slowly and peacefully enjoying to the maximus the cool, relaxing, beautiful night. No fear only the wonderment amazing sensations of Mother Natures harmonizing DELIGHT!!! We drive home slowly there's no rush, I'm not yet finished with this peace, we set on the porch to witness the orange glow of the mornings light. The leaves gently move to the mornings awakening, almost immediatly the birds begin to sing their lovely songs, as they wake up slowly at ease, at peace. The first illumination of the day sees the birds going to work, the dampness of the night brings their morning breakfast, the wheaties of champions the early bird gets the worm.

This morning that makes more sense than ever before. Me and Punkster are like the birds. There is a corny old saying, "Early to Bed and Early to Rise Makes One Healthy Wealthy and Wise".

I wish to examine that a mite closer.

Early to bed and early to rise makes sense, I agree!

Certainly healthy achieving a good nights sleep, waking up slowly in no haste. I concur wholeheartedly!!!

Wealthy??? ... Who the hell cares about money if you can have inner "PEACE"... I DON'T!!!

What exactly is WISE, way or manner, the dictionary says. I wish to be forever in the "MANOR" I was this morn...     THANK YOU, I WROTE IT AS EXACTLY AS  LIVED IT THIS MORN... 

CLARITY (YEAH RIGHT) ???

I been meditating, sorry I can't lie to you, eating. Is that not close? I just took my nighttime meds and I took a double dose of prozac cause I'm feeling... what is the correct word I'm looking for... no not the F word, WACKY! I'm wacky, your wacky, my friends are also wacky. My Mother is wacky, but she has earned the right to be wacky, just being my Mom!!! AH... HA HA HA! Please don't tell her I said that! Maybe I'm just zany, that sounds better than wacko... one might think me nuts! Zany means, foolish or CRAZY. Pretty damn close to wacky!        

Challenged somehow seems to fit my mood today, let's look that word up, disabled or handicapped. I'm going to look disabled up, having a physical or mental disability. Gosh darn it, how is a wacky person screwed up on prozac supposed to figure what the %&*k a word means when they run you around in circles in the #$%&ing Dictionary. Whoopsey, I went a might crazy on ya. Okay let me calmly try it again. I look up disabled and get a variation of the same word as a meaning of the word, now breathe deeply and stay calm. Meditate ohm, ohm, ohm, ohmm. I feel calmer now. Disability means, a disabled condition, What the #%&K, damn, I sure as hell am not learning much here! I'll try door number two for clarification. Disability dictionary number two meaning is (drum roll) that which disables, as an illness or physical limitation. 

I feel the need to drop back and punt here and meditate ohm, ohm, oohhmmm, breath, breath... One more time. Disable means to make unable or unfit; cripple; incapacitate. I can see I'm plum damn unfit to understand what the #%&k I was trying to figure out in the first place! I'm now mentally crippled and totally @#%&ing incapacitated!!!

I'm going to try once again. My NewYears resolution was to simplify my life and everything in it. To get to the root of problems, we must start simply so I'm going to look up DIS in the dictionary. Dis means prefix separation, negation, reversal. Huh, I know it's late, but, but, but, I seem to be going around in circles and accomplishing absolutely @#%&ING N-O-T-H-I-N-G. I'M TRAPPED INSIDE THE DREAM I TOLD THE OTHER DAY. I'M THE BOY GOING AROUND THE BLOCK TIME AFTER TIME, DAY AFTER DAY, WHEN WILL THE MADNESS!!! Ohm, oohhmm, ooohhhmmm... The hell with a deep #$%&ING breath, I need a six-pack O Budweiser to make me wiser or @#%&ing drunk to understand this crap-o-la!!!

Well, I sure as hell ain't learned one damn thing here tonight, however; something is ringing in my head and it's getting louder and louder, something rings clear. Yes, yes, yes I understand, and it makes absolutely perfect sense.  

WHY SHOULD ANYTHING BE EASY TO UNDERSTAND, WHEN WE LIVE IN A TIME WHEN NOTHING MAKES ANY SENSE AND ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IS CLEAR!!! DAMN THAT MAKES ABSOLUTELY FUCKING SENSE...   Goodnight from Glen View

"ANOTHER DAY"

Woke up one morn, there was no Sun. I go back to my sanctuary, of darkness, seems the only way, sleeping my life away! Why does it matter, tis just, Another Day! Robbed of life, a darkened soul, darkened mind, darkness everywhere anyway... 

Eternity's forever, tis mine to throw away... To have an ETERNAL cloud hanging over me, chains my heart, my soul... I'd rather be dead... than full of darkness, everyday...

Afflictions of the body are quite unacceptable. Still you can find inner passion, peace! Head floods
imagination, beauty, and "escape", If only for a while!

To be sick of body, sick of mind, and sick of life... When my time comes, may a peaceful sleep take me away... Sure seems funny, feeling life draining slowly, but surely away, every day...   

TO UNDERSTAND LIGHT, YOU MUST FEEL THE DARK. THE ONLY THING LIVING LONG DOES, IT MAKES YOU SEE!  THANK YOU, UNTIL ANOTHER DAY.  Glen

SELF DIAGNOSIS OF YESTERDAY'S DREAM

I'm attempting to to self diagnose my dream (It Goes Round In Circles). I believe only we, understand what our unique and individualized dreams are telling us. This might be fun, OR not, let's see! WOW, there seems to be more than I expected going on in this dream after dissecting it, so, I'll just hit the hi-lites unless an unknown force invades me and takes over my brain.

Around and around = seems "never" in charge, existing without reason, simply, killing time.
Drugs = taming the uneasiness, so as to rest OR block IT out!
Physically stopping him = uncontrollable inner terror, not knowing how to respond!!!
Overly medicated = no existence, no meaning, no life!
Parents being devoured = they share the pain, they gave him life.
I attempt to help = LOVE can't cure everything.
Look of rage and trapped to emptiness = Mothers, feel all their children's pain just as they do!!!
Eyes = eyes "never" LIE!!!

There must remain, a flicker of hope, to fight the "HOPELESS" feelings that can take charge if we allow!!! The sickness that can and will devour us "IF" we allow! When the world we live in is "SENSELESS"... "WE"... "MUST" find simple pleasures, or we will find ourselves over medicated, riding around and around...   Whew-wee I probably won't do that again, I gave myself a headache. Ha, ha. Thanks for tuning into GLEN VIEW

TiT BiT Time "Away We Go"

It's late or early depending, just warming up. Planning something out, has little fun for me. I have several short stories in mind and parts of which are already done. But what I enjoy the most is not having a recipe, add this and a little that, why? well that has always been my style. My favorite vacations were not planned. Spur of the moment excitement or spur of the moment enjoyments can't be planned. Simple enjoyment of all moments are available IF we're looking.

I have the fewest channels available from the cable company,why? I use to have the standard package I've had since 1987. It's not that the price kept going up, its that there never seem to be anything on when I watched! Why? Hell I don't know "WHY" seems there was nothing on that held my interest!

Why? well let's just guesstimate, (is that a real word, it doesn't matter here on the Glen View). It can't be my lack of imagination, anybody that has read much  on the Glen View Sanitarium Blog certainly knows that! I have been holding me imagination on a short rope until a few days ago. I might just show you my nuts, oopsey I mean show you how nutso I am. I have been diagnosed with so many psychiatric disorders they stopped trying to label me. They just use them popular initials, F. N.,you can figure it out!

I just took my nightly meds and you know what that means boys and girls of the net... It's plum #%&*ing looney time. If you're real lucky and read carefully you will see me go from the average nut that you see at your neighborhood convenience store. Hold my horsey just one momento...WHY do they call them CONVENIENT stores? I feel the need for a lit-tle his-to-ry lesion (yes I meant le-sion, not lesson) I'mma trying to teach reality not @#%&*ing fiction the way you think it is. Ain't nothing "baby" the way you think it is and Big Daddy Glen is-a gonna set you free, can I get a halleujah! brothers and sisters. Amen I'm feeling the power of the pharma induced insanity to hold hands with Mr. Insanity himself!

There use to be small handy stores just down the corner from everywhere, they called them Mom and Pop stores. They were in addition to regular supermarkets, not SUPER @#%*ing GIGANTUM STORES FROM HELL. Nothing is convenient today...AMEN... Go inside to pay for your one gallon of gas purchase in your hyper oopsey (hybrid) carmobile. There will always be five people in line all with just a one gallon BIG GULP, am I right brothers and sisters, woo I'm feeling reeaall good tonight!

Back to the bOOby tube. I used to watch one show regularly Breaking Bad. Nothing else held my brain alive. I did come across a infomercial, what in tarnation is that all about. I could not will my hand to change channels or turn the damn television off. A thirty manure commercial whoo-wee I was in redneck heaven, knives of all sizes and shapes, one fer each pocket and for your date on Saturday night there was these damn #$%*ing Ninja Swords. Wear that sucker on your belt and see how many women flock to you. The bigger the better ya reckon... Well that's what I've always heard anyhow!

Howdy I'm seeing butterflies on my screen and it ain't my new screen saver!

I visited my Doc today and he were in shock. I feel real good and am happy but he weren't happy at all. Blood pressure high, weight up. I don't understand why he was upset, if I was healthy I would never get to see him. Just think how much money he can make if I'm a regular sheesh it's hell if I don't and hell if I do! I was in the hospital for a tune up and oil change and I don't want no more tune-ups. Yikes even with insurance I am still paying out the wazooo. I'm somewhat confused all the people I see at the Doctor's office seem sickly, are they getting sick from visiting the Doc or are they sick before they start regular Doc visits, just pondering the possibilities. Since I have had a regular M. D I have gained weight and become sickly. I was a healthy young man until someone advised me to get a regular Doc in case I should ever need one. I wished I had never got one now that I have one foot inside the Mortuary and have been thinking about what kind of casket I want to drive around down there. Oh well we got to give them drug manufacturers money so they can keep ahead of the illegal drug manufacturers or are they owned by the same gun carrying and KILLING mafia. It's so easy to get confused anymore the lines are all blurry and I don't think it is from getting old and senile and needing new glasses, huh! uh!

I'm having soo much fun and the keys are becoming blurry, I think I'll take a double dose of my meds and see where I go. Please hold, I'm going to put you on pause for a moment...................................................
I'm back and I can't believe your still there hahahahahahahaha!

I look over at my doggie and he looks as GOOFY as I feel, but hell I feel like a drunk that has been stopped by the poo-lease and the poo-lease asks the drunk with 12 empty beer cans on the floor board of his Dodge Magnum Ram Pickup, "have you been drink-in tonight booy"? Mr. Ram says as he lets out a beer belch "no ossifer, they, they, they we're there when, when, whennn, I boouugghhtt the ttrruucckk"...... The nice poo-lease ossifer thought it were soo #%&*ing funny, he takes Glen Bob Ray Earl Mcgiver a ride home. Really it was his brother...

I'm gonna try to write somthun seialous if I can only think of somthun... Ahzoo, ahzoo, ahzoo! Sorry I took a nap. Serious, seriously, Newt Gingrich for president! Didn't he marry a younger woman, I bet he is soo fuull of that drug that makes even an old putter breathe new life.

IN A "PERFECT" WORLD

BUCKLE UP BOYS AND GIRLS I FEEL LIKE TAKING FLIGHT WITH OUT A PLANE. (Please pay no attention to misspelled intentionally and unintentionally werds, causin we are leaving the normal realms of insanity and about to visit GLEN VIEW). I HAVE WANTED TO PLAY WITH A POST WHERE AS I COMPLETELY TURN-ER LOOSE, AND BY GOLLY, TODAY'S THE DAY.


In a perfect world, there would be no bad news, ah!what a lovely world that would be! No wars, ah perfecto!!! No starvation, no diseases, no childhood immunizations for every possible conceivable and future illnesses, ah! ha! wondabar!!!! Let's all give a hand to the future... (I'm in a supersized zany-ass mood and I gonna play this hand out, okey, dokey)...

I lost what I considered my funniest post the other day. (Some kind of malfunctioning virus crap and my post would not publish). I was in a looney-tooney moo-dey comparable to the 33rd degree Mason thing-ma-bob, as in whoa! hold on to your brain cells as you think, did that boy writ-a what I think-a he wrot-a? Damn writ-a I can out misspell anybody.

As I'm attempting to CONTROL my literally scattered, untrained mind, I realize, there ain't no fun in controlling, at least not to a regular Glen or Joe, whoopsey, or Glenna or Josephina. Jumpin joo-hos-a- phat what have we of any value to control! We cannot control ourselves! I just watched a fat-u-mentary called Super Size Me, um, um, um, it were mouth watering GOOD!

CONTROL, is out of control today! Did I lose you on that! Nah, if I got it, you-all have to get it, (I would advise you fast readers to s-l-o-w way, way down when reading my thoughts. I'll betcha, you won't read anymore sillier xxit anywhere in blogdom.

Seems we can't control anything about our world. We as individuals know right from wrong, the proper way to eat, the proper way to act... Damn it all to hell we ain't fricking morons but we ALL do it!!!

Our common senseness has been washed from us my "'THE MANIPULATORS"... Whoa there, rein that horsey in, he's lathering up waiting to shoot out of the gates of helldom!

So the Governing bodies of the planet are taking care of us, and I for one am glad! Who-a is taking care of them. I beg your pardon-wa, they don't seem very smart, but I could be wrong and seems most of the time I must be as I don't ask for handouts and work for my meager measily existence on this Alcatraz rock of insanity... Heh, I admit although grudgingly to be part of the madness and we all know drugs breed insanity, along with the fluoride, all the goodies in our food, pesticides. (Why is it called pesticide? think for a moment and I reckon you'll reckoning it out)... They, who are they? Good question I'm sure glad you ask! They certainly ain't us.

We the backbone of the planet are the heart and soul. We love, we think, we want our piece of the pie. We wish a tiny sliver to exist, raise our family. Simplicity are us and them fools hate us for that, we wish simple wholesomeness and that's ALL.

THEY, as in what commonly are called The Powers That Be, The Elite, or what I'm going to explain in my simple fuzziness of logic as working Glen!

There has been such the beginning of time ones who think they are superior. One caveman is smarter, so he controls and manipulates. He mates with all the women, for he is smarter, or bigger, or stronger, whatever; he likes the power and he believes his blood line, therefore SUPERIOR.

From the beginning the superior ones have kept we the majority in our place by keeping us under educated. My own personal belief is the Kings, Queens, Dictators etc. plus the OTHER ONES who more than anything worship only gold and the power or glorification it brings.

The manipulative Evil Worshipers worship only three things THEMSELVES, MONEY and the CONTROL it brings.

They envy us because enough is never enough, there can be no pleasure, no fulfllment to their existence. Their hearts are empty, their souls are barren. They can destroy all of HUMANITY, yet they can't enjoy the simplest of pleasures that humane people enjoy, like a right of passage breed into humanity from humanity and not from foreign invaders with no heart, no soul , no imagination.

LOVE is unknown to those who can buy, manipulate and control the world. Love is real and one CAN'T BUY realness...

IN THE PERFECT WORLD THAT IS BEING BUILT, THERE WILL BE ONLY TWO TYPES. THE POWERS THAT BE. THOUGHT AS THAT BECAUSE OF BLOOD AND MONEY WHICH EQUALS CONTROL.


 THERE IS NO PLACE FOR MIDDLE CLASS THINKERS AND BUILDERS OF THE WORLDS GREATEST ACHIEVEMENTS. WE BECOME EXTINCT! WE ARE THE LAST ONES TO GO BECAUSE WE HAVE BUILD THEIR WORLD FROM OUR BACKS!


NOW THEY MUST HAVE DUMB SLAVE LABOR, WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE TO DO THE MENIAL CHORES.

The Powers That Be are winning at an excellerated pace it seems, in the new millenia, It almost seems they are under some kind of time constraints! If you consider yourselves as Gods what's the rush? Could there be an unknown force headed this way from the Cosmos that feeds on self-proclaimed Evil
Entities that take over planets... DAMN I HOPE SO...  Thank you

We            

"HEART HAS FOUR LEGS" (TiT BiT FoR ToDaY)

I RIDE THE WIND, WITH MY BEST PAL...

SHE, RIDING SHOTGUN, FEARLESS AND TALL!

AGE UNMERCIFUL, NO LONGER ABLE TO STALL...

WRITING THIS PIECE, SHE LIES, AT MY FEET, ROLLED INTO A BEAUTIFUL FURBALL!!!

HER YOUTHFULNESS HAS TAKEN IT'S LAST BOW, SOON..... SOON.....

ME AND HER, HAVE HAD, SO MUCH FUN!!!

AUSSIE BLUE, GAVE ME "HOPE" WHEN I, HAD NONE...

I WISH HER, FOREVER, IF ONLY I COULD, SHE'S MY OLD DOG, DOG GONE IT!!!

REMINISCENCE AND YOUTHFUL PLAYFULNESS, PERMEATES OUR STARE...

EYES SWELLING, FULL OF LOVE, WAY TOO MUCH, I NO LONGER, CAN BEAR!!!

HER 4 LEGS, CARRIES, A TON OF HEART, I WISH NOT, TO PART...

LOSING SUCH BEAUTY, A SOULMATE FOM A FORMER LIFE, OH! IT'LL

BE UNBEARABLE, FOR ME AND WIFE!!!

HEAD REVERBERATING FULL OF MONTAGING DEJAVU AND THOUGHTS...

"ALL" REAL, NARY A ONE, BOUGHT!!!

BIG HEARTED, BEAUTIFUL SOUL, THE LOVE SHE'S BROUGHT...

I QUOTE FROM SOMEONE DEAR, "DON'T CRY BECAUSE HER TIME CLOSES, SMILE

BECAUSE SHE HAPPENED!!!

I BID YOU ADIEU, FROM ME AND AUSSIE BLUE!!!  Thank you and goodnight... Glen

THE CRYING & LATE GREAT CITIZENS

I was going to write about somethings I found rather funny in the newspaper. As I set down at the computer and glance at a picture of unsold houses on a page I overlooked before. My humor turned to sorrow in the blinking of an eye! The dream of citizens is to buy a home, rather simple everyday thing right!
After a couple world wars America settles down to progress... Jobs become plentiful, automobiles for everyone, marriage, children. Buy a home, go to church on Sunday, picnics in the park, movies at the local Movie Theatre. Prosperity, prosperity and THEN!!! What happens?
From the Heat of Rock-n-Roll to please "God Save Our Souls" one day in Dallas. A dagger went through our hearts that echoes to this day...
HOPE disappeared that day and has given way to the realities of EVIL we face at this time. Evil Entities wanting only gold, steal the future, one generation at a time. Warnings from Eisenhower, a military giant foretells the future. Does no one hear? They hear, but no one can imagine the appetites of Evil Entities, after all we are family oriented God loving citizens and our government will look out for us... Of Course They Will!!!
These Evil Entities flex their muscle to rule the world. How can that be possible? The Military Giant has not been sleeping. He, and They have been working right in front of our closed eyes. It is for our good, the people of THE LAND OF THE FREE... They, The Evil Ones count on our over-inflated brainwashed egos. WE ARE THE HOME OF THE BRAVE. We lost our brothers and fathers and grandfathers to prove that point right!!!
As the new millennium abounds we are invincible. We thought! or so we have been taught! Then we see something in real time so devastating so unbelievable... How can something like this happen to the number one city of the world... We have been lulled into a deep sleep by THE POWERS THAT BE.
Since that day we have been orchestrated just like BEETHOVEN sweetest symphony...
The Military Complex and The Evil Ones are winning a war we never knew existed...
Is it too late? How can we fight such enemies, when we the people of the world "CANNOT" comprehend such evil!!!
We have been brought up believing GOOD always wins over EVIL...
Is that just a MYTH that we have been brainwashed into believing... 
If and I say IF? there is a force somewhere mightier than the greed of gold and manipulative EVIL ENTITIES that we the citizens of planet Earth, call out to you for help!!!

I Love Mondays TiT-BiT for Today (GONE NUTS)

I jump out of bed all excited, singing, hi ho, hi ho, its off to work I go! Gee ain't life grand, after a quiet relaxing week-end, I have the pleasure of going to work and being with my friends. All the other challenged ones such as myself. We have sooo much fuuun together... Our favorite thing to play is "are we having fun yet" and dad-burn it, we are!!!
 We make headlines every day here at The Challenged Ones, yep that's the newspaper we print here. When other newspaper have falling circulation, we don't!!! "Why is that" you ask? The reason is simple you ninnies, look around, wherever you go, every country in the world is producing more challenged ones at supersonic speeds. We outpace the Governmental Services and all the Agencies that are helping us challenged ones...
 We are proud to be the new workforce and fastest growing minority group beyond all other minority groups. My father always said "if you can't lick them, then join them".
It took me quite a spell to figure that out. He died at the age of 42, a gray hair broke old man, who  worked hard for a living, went to church, paid his taxes, taught us to be honest and respectable. love our Government kind of stuff...
After witnessing my Dad do the right thing I said "the hell with this bull-dung type work hard stuff!!! That there ain't the life for me, these people like my Daddy must be @#$&ing nuts!!! He died 30 years before his time, damn that ain't-a gonna be me! 
So I gone nutso just like them challenged ones, take me some mighty fine gone nuts drugs, we get group rates here from one of the Pharma Kings.
We started us a newspaper for challenged ones, before long we are working seven days a week and have taken over other former newspapers around the country and are expanding world wide at this very moment.
We turn down them NORMAL ones for employment, they don't think like we do. I am now President of our growing company.
We are gonna dominate the world, to get a job working with us you have to be on some powerful gone nuts drugs for at least one year, because if-un you ain't nuts you will be!!!

THIS IS WHAT I ENVISION TiT-BiTS TO BE, HOPE YOU LIKE MY SECOND INSTALLMENT HERE ON GLEN VIEW...           

MOTHERS & HOPE

          Excuse me if I'm a mite down-homey on this day. I come from humble beginnings, like my Mother and I enjoy the simple moments that make us. Nurtured carefully in ways she has forgotten. Sometimes our early memories are cloudy from time not mine. I have magnified them and still feel the love they represent.
          I understand at this moment from what seems a crude play on words with something I began a few days ago. Only now do I understand why, something I wrote two weeks ago comes into play. Only at this moment it is clear... I wrote the post "HOPE" with hopes of posting regular daily thoughts of pertinent now happening moments, that quite possibly we all are thinking, good or bad. Not the scripted evening news. Not a full post just a few words or one paragraph. Intended as mostly humorous.
          A couple of weeks ago my hope was gone, somehow a shred came through and thus sprang the post Hope.
          My goal is to produce a smile to your day out of my corniness, silliness or I can't believe I read that! I sometimes play on words and they may hold hidden meanings. My favorite time to play with words is when I come home from work. I relax, play with the dogs, take my nightly medicine and unhook the lock around my imagination, just to have fun at where it takes me. This silliness or release of daily frustrations gets erased. Actually it began as just practicing my typing. Every night for maybe an half hour.
          I set on the Hope post not knowing where to put it, then I got the small as in tid-bit extra kind of idea and it became tit-bit. I preferred tit and asked a fellow Blogger and he agrees. The playing on words kind of thing that I do and found it cute, maybe too cute! It's close to the heart and all natural ain't it...
          There is this old saying "don't put the cart before the horse". (I hear those of you out there thinking HUH!) I believe my brain time traveled ahead a few days and set up the scenario I was about to follow and viola the cart before the cart premise.
          Five days ago I had one of what I call my "realm dreams". I exist in these dreams as myself with my thoughts of today, but I'm actually in these other realms and they're sooo real!!! I visit ones dear to me that I've known in my life. This particular dream was with someone who passed away several years ago. I consider her my other mother, a finer person, I have never known!!! She is entering a church a few blocks away from her home. She was a younger version of the one I knew. I walk around her old neighborhood, the feelings are the same as I remember, yet the houses are different than I remember. They aren't recognizable from sight but from feelings. I leave the dream with euphoria. It was beautiful!!!                       
         
         If only Mothers ruled the world! A much happier place it would be! Love and happiness surely would spread!!!

FEELING BLUE

I glance over at her as we take a ride in her favorite toy, her truck. Unsteady as she attempts her best to stay upright. Time has taken its toll on my most beloved animal of all time… Her given name is Aussie Blue, I call her Punky! Beautiful flashy, mostly white with black spots and a black patch over her left eye, Cattle Dog and Australian Shepherd mix. She’s quite a beauty she is. Think of The Lone Ranger with half a mask with his flashy outfit and beautiful pearl handled six shooters with silver bullets shooting out the barrel. Now I have painted her onto the canvas add one thing into the vision we are creating, instead of shooting silver bullets Punky shoots off her mouth, she is a mouthy one, she is, yep, a classy beautiful female that lets her views be known as she is smart. She senses and reads my emotions in unexplainable ways. I am her Tonto and my trusty rusty pick-up truck is her Silver, Hi Ho! Silver, and away she goes!!!

                While on our weekend ride I must drive extremely careful especially around corners. Her legs have grown crooked, arthritis and age ravage this once energetic happy and full of herself working cattle dog breed. When younger she would nip at your heels, instinct to guide you like her cattle. I viewed it as lovingly beautiful. You can see why at times, I question who is the leader in this relationship?

                Cancer has spread through her body and we give her medicine to ease her discomfort. Mostly she lays around now and sleeps, appetite is withering as death nips at Punky’s heels. She can no longer jump into her favorite chair and lies on a soft animal bed we bought her. Every day takes her one step closer to the beautiful field of chasing butterflies and having her forever youthful feel back. When her last light dims to naught and she goes to that special place, I would go with her if only I could. I would wish nothing more in this life than to jump playfully with her, chasing butterflies, chasing tennis balls, nipping at each other’s heels and running side by side, just like Tonto and the Lone Ranger “forever”…

                 I FEEL SO SAD, GOT A WORRIED MIND ABOUT “AUSSIE BLUE”………thanks for reading this special post, thinking about love and “Mothers day” gave me this post. I wrote it right after our ride together, I’m sure this will be our last spring together… glen

"WE" REAP WHAT WE SEW

          I always planted a large vegetable garden until a few years back. Something about Springtime, the smell of freshly turned soil! (I can smell it) pick it up and it crumbles in your hand. Watch the earth worms move and give you the finger! (I betcha I caught you off guard on that one, GOTCHA!)
         From the first time of watching my Grandfather place this tiny seed into the ground and realizing that this seed becomes a green plant that grows and matures into amazingly wonderful mind numbing wonderment!!! In about 90 days you have bountiful food such as deliciously sweet, mouth watering sweet corn. You watch with anticipation as the ears form on the six foot tall stalk of greenery. The ears form silk and you can't wait for the first taste of magnificence. There is something about breaking the ear off that makes you feel a kindred spirit with Mother Earth it's rewarding. Unwrapping the husk from the succulent juicy ears lined up for your toothly pleasure. It fills you with kinship to all of your forefathers, ah life's treasures.
          To me the number one marvel among marvels is "the giving of life". Every single Spring I am in awe as I drive through the countryside. Little creatures are popping up in the fields like dandelions! The yearly rites of life appear.
          Momma and Dadddy Canadian Geese proudly walk their yellow furry ones. Get too close and you will get a beak full verbally and bittingly! If this sight does not stir your heart, you might as well be dead...
          One of my favorite animal pleasures is watching kittens playing, their sooo full of themselves, ah life "sometimes" is fun, rewarding, precious and MAGNIFICENT!!!
          On one of our springtime rides in the country a few years ago, a brief shower came from out of nowhere. You know the kind, its sunny and clear and in no time a rain hits and is sunny once again. The windshield still drips with raindrops as the sun peers out from the clouds. Someone has opened a stage curtain to behold the most amazingly beautiful rainbow off my life, exactly above the hill where Holstien Cows and their calves graze. I feel goose bumps reminiscing about this to this day! The darknesss of the moving storm was behind the rainbow and the sunlight shines off the wet green spring grass of the hillside. Perhaps 50 calves and their mother line the picturesque hillside giving a 3D effect to the hillside.

          The Harvest of Life could be so bountiful "IF" we could stay tapped into the right frame of mind! You attempt you darndest and sometimes you succeed. Too damn many outside forces seem to gnaw away at you. The consistent rat biting although small builds to a crescendo and some turn to outside forces to sooth their ragged spirits. Help come in many forms, a bottle, a pill, a happy cigarette, anything to take off the edge. Athletes turn to sports for that natural endorphin high. Yoga, meditation, prayer,
reading, writing etc.

THIS POST HAS TAKEN A SERIOUS TURN AND I WISH TO STOP AT THIS POINT... YOU SEE I HAVE FOUND SOMETHING RATHER LATE IN MY LIFE TO KEEP ME GOING AND MY POST YESTERDAY CALLED TIT BIT IS SOMETHING NEW, I WISH TO TRY. BEHIND THAT TITILIZING TAKE ON SOMETHING SO NATURAL SO BEAUTIFUL IS HIDDEN MEANING. LIFE BEGINS ANEW ANYTIME YOU CAN RENEW YOURSELF AND KEEP THE NOURISHMENT "THE HOPE" FLOWING....    As always thank you and goodnight my friends... glen view inc.   

EXTRA TIT-BIT FOR TODAY ( HOPE )

          MY SHIP HAS BEEN DEAD IN THE WATER FOR DAYS, NOT THE SLIGHTEST BREEZE

TO TEST THE SAILS... WE WAIT THE CALM AND HOPE... TIME CEASES WITHOUT

 PURPOSE...  MAGNIFICENCE OF THE STAR FILLED NIGHTS GIVE LITTLE PLEASURE

 WITHOUT MOVEMENT.... A HEAVINESS CONTROLS YOU, ALL HANDS SENSE ITS

 PRESENCE... ITS NOT  GOOD FOR SOULS TO MEASURE SELF-WORTH BY  FULL SAILS... NO

 WIND IS FRETFULLY CONSUMING, NOTHING DAY AFTER

 DAY BUT EMPTY INSANITY...

          IN THE BEGINNING HOPE COMES EASILY... IT'S THE WAITING THAT CHALLENGES,

 YOUR WILL...         A little something I have been thinking about. I call it tit bits!!!  THANK YOU!!!

BAROMETER ll SQUEALS & SQUEAKS

It's a peaceful night, just me and I'm doing maintenance on our main machine. Due to production demands, preventative maintenance is done whenever possible. Hi there, they call me the "Grease-a-nator". I must be willing to get down and dirty. This particular machine has 14 machines working in harmony. (I love that word) with 25 grease points on each of the 14 machines. You now see why I'm the Grease-a-nator. While greasing I clean and inspect, this is called PM, preventative maintenance, the backbone of machinery and a "good" company.

I could slap grease on the points haphazardly and move on very quickly, if I so desired. There is times when speed is necessary and there is times when visual inspection is more important than the wham bam thank you mam thing (I can't believe I said that. One thing you can count on here on Glen View, if I think it, I'll write it, but you should know that by now)!

By closely evaluating all points for wear or stress, damn I like that stress word better. Well I'll just cut through all the fancy bullshit words I was going to use caus-in I'm a simple man. If-un the Grease-a-nator does his job good, I can save the company I work for money!!! That there word is one word that will get them owners attention, m-o-n-e-y, yep. If you don't believe the grease-a-nator just ask your Boss for a raise. The color will leave their face and they'll go into shock, just do it for fun!

I wish to offer just one example about the horrors of non preventative maintenance, m-o-n-e-y and Bosses. A squeak is heard, a bearing on a production line that is used all the time. Me and others tell our leaders, "hey the bearing is shot". This bearing is a self-sealed bearing, you can't grease it. Weeks go by, the small squeak turns into a loud grinding please help me squeal. It squeals, several advise, destruction imminent. Finally after months, I kid you not!!! The poor thing squealed one last time and broke. A $5.00 bearing became $3,000.00. When it went it tore the whole fricking line up! Yes-sir this old man ain't a-lying...

I'm the Grease-a-nator, I'm like the $5.00 bearing, squealing help me! help me! Somehow me and the squealing to high heaven bearing go unheard!!! You see we are low end squealers as in the low Indian on the totem pole. We are the foundation squealing loudly holding the other Chiefs up and we get no acknowledgement, no respect and we're trying to save them M-O-N-E-Y. It falls on deaf ears because there are nin-ca-poopies in the middle. I'll call them Goobers!        

There is a saying, "if it ain't broke don't fix it". Good sound advice "except". You go buy you a new Honda Accord, a nice quality built automobile. You have driven that Beauty 10,000 miles, purring like a kitten. You have kept it washed and parked in the garage, looks as good as the day you drove it home. Its just like the horse Black Beauty. You now have 20,000 miles on Black Beauty she still looks good! You have ignored all the scheduled recommendations of the manufacturer, no oil change nothing. Why should I do anything to it, it still looks and runs perfect!!! Soon you hear a pecking coming from the engine compartment, you ignore it and take it and get it washed, oh my Black Beauty looks fine! A service engine light comes on at 24,000 miles, you ignore it... Windshield wipers don't wipe clean , oh hell it doesn't rain that often... Your right front tire shakes and shimmys from that big ass pothole from hell you hit, still you drive it... Your Black Beauty has been screaming for attention and you ignore it...

One rainy night you can't see, Black Beauty shakes, rocks, rolls, then the engine sputters and blows, you lose control and kill yourself. Your soul leaves your body and you are looking down at your lifeless Black Beauty and your cold dum-ass body with a sign post stuck through your dead hard fricking head, the sign says detour. You think If only I would of had some warning!!!   GOOBERS WHO NEEDS THEM!!!    tHaNk YOU...

BAROMETER OF WORK EHICS

Bored out of my skull while at work, I peer at my fellow workers. They range in age from 18 thru me, the oldest at Glen View Inc. We are a hodgepodge of size, shape, color, I. Q.’s, and consider all our many “challenges”… that have brought us together. Even the leadership seems…”challenged.” I cannot say at this point and time of my life I should be too judgmental, as I find myself working amongst them having numerous handicaps sorry “challenges” of my own. During this period of time all of us, “challenged” ones are happy to have jobs. Well I don’t know much about what it is, that Benny thinks and certainly don’t wish to do a Vulcan Mind Melt to find out. Benny views the world as his play box and we his fellow workers, happy or not about it we’re his play pals, we have no say so in this matter, we just are.   A thought occurs to me to rate these people at this time in my life compared to when I first began employment at age 16 in 1967 and many different occupations and people I have worked with until today. I wish to try and take it one step farther and venture a guess as to how these people of today may compare to the Industrial Powerhouse of today, say China. I will act as the barometer to make all this possible. I may have bitten off more than I can properly evaluate, I graciously ask you readers to give your barometric evaluation as well so here goes.

                My first job was in a restaurant as dishwasher/bus boy in High School. It required black dress pants, a white shirt with a clip on bow tie, (no kidding) a white hat for hair protection and a large white wrap around apron. To put this in perspective The Beatles were “HOT” during this time period and were probably one of the last groups to wear suits and times were a-changing in and around 1965. Please remember JFK was assassinated, the civil rights movement was a-raging, the Vietnam war was a-killing.

 The bus boy/dishwasher and works his way up to grill cook and cashier while attending school. I laugh as I describe my outfit, there is no way these young men would wear that get up I just described to you. I will cross that one off the list as no way Jose!!!

                My second job was as a gas station attendant. I see already I will have to describe this job for the younger ones. Once upon a time in America, there were these places you would drive into to get your gasoline. There’s what was called gas station attendants who quickly, cheerfully and in uniform put gas in your automobile, clean your windows and check your oil for you. NO, I’m not lying, this really existed, the last of “real” service! You see once upon a time there was competition, and competition is good, unlike today when just a few Oil Giants monopolize and make you pay out the wazoo for what they know you “got to have”. You see, they know they have you by your testicles and squeeze them tighter every time you fill up. Damn I went on a tirade…didn’t I … Felt real good!

                Back to the job thing, you had to handle your own money and if you come up short, you the attendant had to pay it!!! I kid you not! I will cross another job off my list. The majority of these here HUCKLE-BERRIES (I absolutely loved that line in the movie where Val Kilmer tells the bad guy “I’ll be your Huckle-berrry) couldn’t handle money, make change the old fashion way of counting back to the customer the change nope! You must be quick a-thinkin.

                I was an Appliance Repairman for a while, very interestingly job actually. This job introduced me to the dark side of business and owners. As a Repairman there is this thing called c-o-m-m-i-s-s-i-o-n… The Repairman could make a lot more money on that dirty word. I’ll just make this story short. The owner of this Appliance Retail Store, a local owned and operated business, was a salesman that bought this established business. This here “crook” ended up going to jail many years. I could not take advantage of poor honest hardworking individuals like myself, he could, did and spent time in prison and died a broke scumbag!!! (Maybe there is a God!) On this job you must possess common sense and some mechanical abilities. I doubt many working beside me right now could do this this job for reasons I will expound upon later.

                   Some time spent in different types of factories, before spending a huge portion of my working life in one. It is the early seventies by this time Richard Nixon is in the Oval Office. The Vietnam saga is brought to a halt. A small family owned business is growing and I join them. Real factory work with quotas and real supervisors that see to it, you achieved your quotas, after all this is called work for a reason. A self-motivated person can do many different jobs here. I learn every job in the department from janitor up and in no time have a job in setting up and repairing machines. I eventually take a job as Supervisor that’s immensely challenging and teaches me much about motivation. The small business grows and I grow with them.

                This would be towards the end of our world dominance in industry as a nation. I was around at the time to see many changes as Japan goes to world Industrial giant. Challenging rewarding times, the old ways were gone why? We now have competition, we never had that before. We had competition within our country but not the world. Times they were a-changing both good and bad. The new competition light’s a fire and some accept the challenge, where others shrivel up and blow away.

                Behold the beginning that is to shake up the world as we never knew before. The Home Computer introduced in the eighties or there about, ushers in evolution the likes of which nobody could envision, that rattles the very foundation, good and bad! From humble beginnings of Apple, to the instantaneous gratification of knowing everything in the world and talking on cell phones non-stop it seems sometimes, actually a computer in a cell phone today! Damn, from the small beginnings of a transistor radio made in Japan to the modern electronic out of this world gizmos, I have seen such breathtaking marvels happen in the last 40 plus years it is beyond mind boggling it is @#&*ING MIND BLOWING!!! 

Flash forward a few decades, China emerges as a powerhouse and their own industrial revolution kicks into high gear, fueled by many factors which I won’t dive into here! 

                The workers have evolved or devolved and this is something I have seen firsthand in shaping during my lifetime I wish to jump into wholeheartedly and give my evaluation as a long time worker and supervisor. I will not attempt to be objective because I have lived it, worked it. How can I be, I’ll simply call it as I lived it. No lame brained history books to speak partial facts as someone thinks it was. I’m a simple man from the humblest of beginnings; however I have a lifetime of the good, bad ugly that I have contemplated and been a part off, I give “MY” perspectives!!!

                Before I get too deep and you think “OLD GLEN” is going off on another tirade, “I WISH TO MAKE THIS OPENING STATEMENT”.

                I put blame squarely on the shoulders of where I whole heartedly believe the “PROBLEMS” belong, “POOR LEADERSHIP”, the so called rulers, leaders, politicians, scholars, theologians, scientists, the managers, the parents, the supervisors etc. All I emphasize “ALL” seem to be doing a piss-poor job!!! I hear “YOU GOOD ONES” out there and I applaud you! Leader by example is the purest leadership qualities I have ever observed and definitely the most convincing and not one word need to be spoken. You walk the talk and most people will follow. This is where the problem enters the unknown realm of self-serving, self-righteousness.

                It’s all about ME! How can I manipulate, connive and control existence for ME. Sadly but true at the everyday level where we are employed.  You have supervisors, supervising that haven’t the foggiest understanding of the fundamentals of supervision, they KNOW diddly-squat about people!!!

                Good hardworking caring workers, must be treated fairly, not taken advantaged of and USED.

                Basic guidelines, rules, MUST be used to make it so!!! Namsy-pamsy leaders do not know or understand how to implement and treat people fairly.

                TEAM WORK, does it exist today, I will let you evaluate that where you work and make that decision for yourself!

                QUALITY OF WORKFORCE?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

                FAVORITISM, WOW I COULD DO A POST ON THAT!!! 

                EVALUATION and weeding out, notice problems and get rid of them. There are good ones that want a job. Why keep incompetent nincapoops?

INDIVIDUALISM, too much! Individuals will be individually different and that is acceptable; however it is LEADERSHIPS job to bring them together as a team and that AIN’T being done is it???

Education, DAMN all I can say as a taxpayer. Where has my money gone for schooling?

                Workers DO NOT grasp what WORK is all about. I see young people joining the work force without the slightest clue, I kid you not!!! There have never, been made to do chores at home. NEVER WORKED and you throw them into even the simplest work and they don’t grasp the concept. Don’t have the least bit of common sense. WE the parents of the last few decades have spoiled OUR children. WE have loved them too much and NOT taught them the basic survivor skills of life!!!  

I COULD GO ON AND ON BUT THIS ARTICLE HAS GONE WAY BEYOND WHAT I HAD PLANNED AND NOW FOR MY CLOSING THOUGHTS. (IT’S ABOUT TIME, I KNOW).

                We once thought we were the cream of the crop in this nation and I believe that once we were. We were built upon hardworking people of all countries. We worked hard, grew our own food, become farmers and self-reliant ones from necessity. Ones such as farmers learn all the basic fundamentals of life and survival. The farmer, his livestock, his land provides, harmony, work ethics, common sense, the values and understanding of life’s essentials and closeness through watching miracles in life renewing itself year after year for the basis of survival. How many people have actually witnessed farm animals being born, butchering your own livestock for food, raise and can your own gardens for survival?

                Quite simply put WE have become weak, mentally, physically.

                The Industrialized Powers of today are where we were 50 to 100 years ago. They’re hungry for what we once were! They hunger for what we take for granted!

                There is another side to this equation MONEY but I’m talking about we the people!!!

                I am going to give MOST of the workers I come into contact with on a daily basis a failing grade. There are some that still have that old time religion (oops) farmer mentality and individualism that is good, hallelujah!!!

                GOOD people are the backbone of all good Factories, quite frankly EVERYTHING!!! WE have destroyed from within what once made us, the rest of the world have picked up the slack…

                We are being manipulated by other forces; however We PEOPLE have lost something that we can never get back!!!    AS ALWAYS THANK YOU…  Glen View…