Can It Be?

I have this post pretty much done in my head. That's the easy part! When I attempt to make a withdrawl that's when the hard part begins. Have you ever attempted to make a withdrawl from the bank and that little screen informs you oopsey... insufficient funds! Well that is my predicament at this moment. I'm not going to force it, or my mind may take a different path, or it will shut down completely. I have this thought about workers from around my grandparentd time till today. OH! I thought of something that may help me loosen up a bit, beer. No, no, no... I don't drink anything with alcohol! I have found a new way to get buzzzed, diet root beer and tuna salad, yep... I wrote about that on... please hold as I find the date! The date is last Sunday, September, 23, of this year. (Oh shit, can I say that? Shucky dern, what if? Someone reads this post after this year? They'll never be able to find it!!! I'm so confused!!! I know, I know, I'll tell the year 2012, sheesh what a load off my mind!)

If anybody out there be new to this blog, they've probably already departed! NO! NO! NO! I don't mean dead, but that's a possibility! Okay, this is how I prime my brain pump you see! (Doesn't everybody?) Do you actually think an untrained, untrainable mind, such as mine, can just sit down and type anything even mildly coherent? Hell no! It takes being mad or tuna salad and root beer, diet root beer mind ya! I've been searching for a diet root beer that doesn't have that big A. word for the sweetener, I hear that's like embalming fluid! Whooo-weee, nows I know why I get tanked, or should I say, casket-eddd! ( Please tell me I don't have to explain that? Alright-o since my tuna and diet root beer has not taken hold yet! Tanked is slang for drunk... soo's-a casket-eddd... goes with... the big A. and embalming fluid, got it!!!)

So the corn syrup sweetener that's used in regular soft drinks today is lowering I. Q's in lab rats, supposedly, or at least I've read and heard!!! (OH MYYY! I have always liked soft drinks or as we use to call them in hinterland, where I grew up 'pop'.  They use to use real sugar until the sugar wars of the seventies, I believe! So I reckon that makes me ONLY half nuts! Hummmm... ya think...just maybe...if lab rats = less smarts...then... people = less smarts...nah we ain't rats!!!

REMEMBER NOW, THIS BLOG IS CALLED??? GLEN VIEW, AS IN THE TAKE OFF OF, OLD FASHIONED MENTAL INSTITUTIONS YOU KNOW.... "SANITARIUMS!"

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My mother's father was born in 1900, worked 40 years for the railroad. My mother was born in 1929, she worked until the age of 70. I was born 60 years ago. I grew up in a hard working family raising gardens, there was always chores, children to feed, look after. Reasponsibility, earning your keep, was priority, common sense was... 'normal'! My other grandparents was similar in all respects, but with less schooling, because they was from more rural settings, no electricity, running water and such. I make this point for a reason, which I will expound upon later. I was born after W. W. 2. Anything I wanted, must be worked for, earned by me! I was taught life's most valuable lesson! I thought!

Ah-Klem (nickname) and I, was talking just the other day, a most interesting conversation, I must say of many we have. He is my age and was an engineer, (no not on a railroad, as in mechanical engineer.) We're from the same state but he goes off to college and comes back many years later. We represent opposite ends of the spectrum, I suppose, but converse right nicely! (I have a loose short story idea based on our opposites, yet similarities I call 'Two Old Dogs Go South'. I'm getting off track, "imagine that from me!")

He gave me the book Crime and Punishment which I read, earlier this year, Klem said "he read it for the first time at 12." I be behind him by 48 years. yet we had a good time discussing it. What I be a trying to say, even though there is much difference in our lives and education we can discuss many things! Interesting enough, we both have blogs, he has a mission. My mission is, to not miss a meal! HAHA! (Dog gone it, I can't be completely serious!)

I've worked in factories all my life, was a supervisor for a long time. I have seen the deteriation first hand, and it galls me to no end, or should I say galls me from end to end! (Sorry can't help myself, I got to be me!!!) I have touched upon this topic way too much, but damn it, it slaps me in the face every fricking day where I'm employed! I can only talk of what I am part of, but wish for understanding of why! WHY? Hell I don't rightly know, it just does!

I see it taking two or three, to accomplish what one good person can do, and I must know! WHY? I questioned upper management the other day.

Glen "Someone was complaining about not getting enough hours and that same person has missed two days within the last month and not called in, anyplace else would of fired him! I cannot believe the quality of workers hired here!" Is it that bad, we can't find decent help? If so that's sad!"

Upper mangement "It is sad! We can't find good help!"

Glen "well that's sorry, real sorry!!!!"

Upper management "that is sorry!"

I kept thinking about this and spoke to Ah-Klem about it.

Ah says "it's the economy, all the factory jobs have gone elsewhere, people do not know what work is anymore!"

Here's the way I understand this. Generation after generation has had it good, too good, as time passed too much was given, yet simple work ethics have flew by the wayside. The economy has gone from industrial to the technological world we live in today. Has common sense withered and died. I work with ones born the generation after me and they have produced another generation. You can see by talking and watching them, it has disintegrated. They have farther defined, the generation after them. Based on two I work with, I fully understand. ("Don't get your underwear pinched!" I see and know of good, I'm not saying all by no means!)

I now see why people from other countries, especially the country south of mine, come here. There poor people, trying to survive and raise children. They work harder than the ones here now!

Klem told me this story of a woman that used to work for him from Iran. She missed quite regularly, so he had a talk with her. She described where she comes from, work was secondary to everything else. We here cannot understand such a thing! I cannot, because working is the only way to get anywhere right. She goes on to describe how learning was life's endeavor! Housing, neccessities are furnished, their job was to learn and live!!!  WOW!!!

I NOW SEE THIS SHOULD OF BEEN TWO POSTS. I took too long in the first part and tried to make the second as short as possible. This is my mind trying to wrap itself around things, trying to make sense! I hope you have enjoyed being inside my mind for a few moments and gave you something to think about. SORRY ABOUT THE LENGTH!  Mr. Glen's views.  CAN IT BE WE HAVE BEEN TAUGHT WRONG OR BRAINWASHED BY ???????????????????????????????????????????????????  

Glen's Thoughts and Headlines!

I did not get home till late and wasn't planning on writing anything, even though I have a heap on my mind! I look at the front page of a Saturday newspaper north of where I live, and flat get pissed off! Excuse me, what I feel like saying is... a lot worse! At this moment I'm writing, several hours later and I'm still mad!!! 'Toddler Overdoses!' Yes... a toddler! """How can that be?""" That's the first question I asked myself! A very young as in just out of diapers, found 21 pills... her mother... was going to sell! Hello! This ????? did not have a prescription for this medicine and left them in a place where a young child could get to them! These pills this ????? had to sell is a commonly abused prescription medication. This ????? told case workers she had sold the pills in the past!  POLICE LATER LEARNED THAT THE CHILD IS """GOING TO BE OKAY!!! GREAT NEWS!!!""" Now I ask myself what kind of punishment would I have for this????  I best leave that be!!!

Since I began with newspaper, stories I may as well continue. Hopefully find some good, so as not to go to bed with that story on my mind!

OH! OH! OH! I cannot kick my newspaper habit! I read many different ones. From a small town to a big city, actually the largest city in my state. From simple editorials/opinions of a 'small town' newspaper that is no longer printed in that small town and a weekly newspaper, to everything in between! I use to take a gander at that Wall Street one, but found it, it, it.... full of b-o-l-o-g-n-a!!! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

SO.. why do I like to read the paper, any way? I honed my reading skills from the local newspaper, I love the cartoons and as I said before the letters to the editor, opinions and such and.... I get a big kick out of seeing the 50 year wedding anniversaries, because sometimes they have photos of when these people were married and photos of today. I find them soo cute, special, and just thinking they been married 50 years, blows me away!!!

I love the stories about animals, just this week a story about a couple who raises Alpacas, very cute!!!

In today's paper an advertisement about a Dachshund Derby with a picture, soo cute! Get this, there are 3 classes for the contestants. 1 is COCKTAIL WIENIES, (three and under) 2 is BALLPARK FRANKS, (four to five years) 3 is HOT DOGS, (six years +) is that CUTE or what?

Oh shit!!! This other newspaper has already 'pissed' me off! Bottom front page the two, the two, the two, da, da, da, da... the ones who will, and won't be President next year! Done took the warm fuzzies I was feeling bout the Dachshund Derby away. I would be an old HOT DOG IN DOGGIE YEARS! Okay them little wiener dogs have gotten be back to normal! Lets move on to page 2.

SOMETIMES page 2 is my fav-o-rite. Why? The paper places a beautiful large picture from residents, today is a picture of a bird, a Kingfish taken along a local river, nice, real NICE!

Gosh darn it! The 'Dynamic Duo' are on three of the first eight pages. (as in B. O. and M. R. gives me the he-bee-gee-bees!) Sorry, I'd prefer looking at Dachshunds or them Alpacas!

Dag nap it! As hard as I try I can't skip over the obituaries! I have this fear of turning the page and seeing a photo of myself there. Like one of them old Twilight Zone shows, you know. Sends shivers up me spine! Enough of that!

Sports, sports, sports! Yep! Yep! Yep!!!

I'm too tired to continue, goodnight, sweet dreams. don't let the bedbugs bite, yuck!! Glen

Fulfilling

My, my, my, my, my! When I say "I never know wha'll come outta my brain, I sure as hell ainna kiddin, nope, huh ah! That be the way I like it! Life gets so boring sometimes! Especially where I make my money! My good buddy said "my writing was cathartic." I said HUH! My ears heard the word as "catharsis. I did not have my hearing brains, amplifier-er-er thing in. You know them new digital hearing aids.

(Excuse me one moment as I send for Mark Twain to come from the spirit world to help me out! Damn! I don't have a Ouija board! HA HA! Nope! Sorry folks, you'll have to settle for Glen View! (I'm so silly, I quack myself up, sometimes, must of been Ducks somewhere in my ancestral lakes, I mean lineage!)

Back to the first paragraph before my mind interrupted me! You know I do find this totally hilarious! Why? I look up catharsis, right below it is guess what?  Yep, yer ahead of me, cathartic! Well I'll be darn! They have a similar word in meaning! Purgation, purging, purgative. I feel purgatory should be next! Or maybe that's where you think you have entered into, by reading my little world. I have heard the word purgatory all my life, let's see what my dictionary has to say about it, humm!

PURGATORY= The reading of a blog called Glen View. WHAT!!! ( A little Glen humor there!)

PURGATORY= Any state or place of temporary punishment, expiation, or remorse. Yep that's ME!

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CATHARSIS is the purging of emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music.
Another definition is, any emotional discharge which brings about a moral or spiritual renewal or welcome relief from tension or anxiety.

CATHARTIC is purifying: producing a feeling of being purified emotionally, spiritually, psychologically as a result of an intense emotional experience or therapeutic technique. (I'm now sorry I looked that up!)

You know after reading and typing these two words and their definitions, I do feel like purgatory fits my state of mind! This post is not going easy, certainly not as expected. I thought more in terms of a funny post and it does not seem the least bit funny about now. I'm feeling tense and the emotional discharge. What I'm feeling is the thought (what the XXXX have I gotten myself into?) Nothing spiritual, I assure you! More of a sense of I need a psychiatrist!

Perhaps, if I replay the night leading up to when my ears screwed up, these two words, I can salvage something of this post. Damn, I hope so! A couple weeks ago + or - awhile, sheesh... I'm getting older by the second here! I was talking to a friend at work, talking about how much I like to type before going to bed. I sleep real good after, and have the habit of doing this most every night.

He said "catharsis."

I said "HUH!" I write this word down, only I wrote cathartic. He corrects my spelling, catharsis. So I filed that under words to look up.

I said "what's that mean?"

Me pal said, "fulfilling."

Now what can I make out of all this purgatory I have placed myself and you in? I come home after work I get me some hunger relief, because my belly is a growling. Oh, oh, oh, I get it now. I get me some of that e-m-o-t-i-o-n-a-l relief, because I have spent eight hours working in purgatory and around morons. I must vent them pent up emotions, as in p-u-r-i-f-y-i-n-g myself. All the bad thoughts out, get away you devils! I take my medicine to further purify my mind, wear my fingers out releasing anything in my mind, so that when my head hits the pillow, it's nappy time for Bozo and I sleep like a baby. Yeah... I totally get it now!

Catharsis in psychology is a type of emotional release that plays an important role in psychoanalytic therapy. See, I be saving myself a heap o money by letting my fingers do the walking on my keyboard!!!

Catharsis in literary terms is any emotional discharge which brings about a moral or spiritual renewal or welcome relief from tension and anxiety.

IT SEEMS TO ME THAT FULFILLING SUMS IT UP RIGHT NICELY FOR A POOR OLD MAN SUCH AS MYSELF! I DO LIKE PLAYING WITH THE MEANINGS OF WORDS BUT THIS PARTICULAR POST AIN'T BEEN AS FULFILLING AS MOST. I HOPE I DON'T HAVE NIGHTMARES AND THINK MYSELF BACK IN PURGATORY! I MEAN WORK! Glen

I'm pondering on a new post about the economy and the modern worker, or the lack of work with the modern worker, Ya see me and Ah- Klem been talking again, so I may be a mite confused, but will think it through. (I know scary ain't it!!!) Me again and your visiting GLEN VIEW'S... VIEWS!

B-a-l-o-g-n-a!!!

I truly, NEVER know, what I'll write after coming home from work. I just let it happen. I may read my post a couple days later, sometimes I cringe, laugh or ask myself "what was I thinkin?" Well whomever come up with that Automatic writing from spirits, is full of  b-o-l-o-g-n-a! Psychology says it's something called "the ideomotor effect." I now see, says the blind man! I personally wish to change that word to my own version! Glen says "DIOT!" Yes idiot, says to me what b-o-l-o-g-n-a does! I could get more descriptive, BUTT, I think you see where I be a coming from!

Recently I was made aware of a writer who claimed to have written a Mark Twain novel, from the other side, as in after Mark Twain DIED! Oh yeah!!! Even old Glen's imagination cannot wrap itself around this, nor could my mind of come up with this! Dig this, (Oh my, a word from the sixties, I wasn't born yet! Ahhahaha) this story involves a ouija board, a medium as in mystic, this writer, her husband and ol' Mark Twain from the other side. Yeah right! Bologna, bologna, ba-low-knee!!!

OH! OH! OH! NEWSFLASH****** I like bologna! Especially fried bologna, with cheese melted on top, um, um um! Place that on toast with yer fav toppings1 Oh my! Am I ramblin again?

Now back to your irregular, unsheduled, unprogrammed, lunatic, hello... that be ME!

Please hold, whilst, I recap, so's I can recall, what the hell I was talking about! ................ I never know, yep, that's true, I did work. What do I mean? I try not to read my post, I always cringe! Causin I never get my point, when I reread, therefore, I don't, hoping someone comments, so's I know what I said! I always understand better what I said after C. or T. EXPLAINS IT! A. writing, spirits (I don't drink nuthin except diet root beer.) Psychology, blind man, idiot, bologana, oh, I must be hungry!!! NOW I SEE!!!

This here woman writer, through a ouija board, a psychic and her husband, write this here story, letter by letter through the board game. A board game, certainly could not be too boring... if that damn board was telling a story by Mark Twain. Whow-wee, M. T. sure could tell some stories! Well... to make a long story short!

Damn! How could this be short if M. T. and this psychic told this story one letter at a time? Was this psychic challenged, was there a bad connection from the board into the spirit realm? I do suppose they did not have satellite connections back then huh!

Why didn't M. T. leave out the middle man, medium and the we-gee game, and go straight through the writer? In the old days you never could get good channeling...... because of the ghosts! Hey Mark! Wherever ye be, have a go thru ME!!! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! oH! oH! oH! THE BOOK BE JAP HERRON!

me spell cheky thing-a-ma-bob ainna working, i gonna go without it.

The Invisible Rain...

The weather has changed drastically over the last several weeks, I reckon that's what it's suppose to do this time of the year right-o! WELL! This spring was normal. The farmers managed to get their planting ahead of schedule, then... I really mean THEN... Mr. Rain went away and the crops shriveled up! Some of the corn did not form ears around my house. By the time Mr. Rain decided to come, too late! The temperature has plummeted from over 100 degrees in July with the summer well above the 90 degree mark! I wish to tell you about what I encountered a couple weeks ago, as in a beautiful fog. NO I did not say "I was in a fog," although you might believe me to be and am sometimes BUT not now, nor when this amazing fog hit. Your probably thinking , "poor old fool, a fog is a fog!" Normally, before this fog I would TOTALLY agree! I only hope I can do justice and should of wrote about this one particular fog earlier. This fog was different somehow... it left an everlasting impression on ol' Glen, so here goes!

September fogs are commonplace. This year has been so dry this fog, was different. Moisture and humidity here in the Midwest usually goes hand in hand. They old saying, "it's so hot and humid in July you can hear the corn a growing in the night time!" Yep, I agree with that and I have lived here all my life.

 Most of my life was spent working in an injection molding and finishing company, and... the factory was not air-conditioned. (Whow-za, where I work now has made me into a wuss! This old man could not do what I did many years ago!) Dang I'm starting to ramble, imagine that!

I spent a week of July in 1993 in Phoenix Arizona it was 110 to 112 degrees with 20% humidity. Yes, that's hot, and that's how it felt here in much of the Midwest, this summer. If you live where there is high humidity then you can identify with what I'm about to tell you. I have experienced HOT with low humidity and I have seen it 95 degrees with 90% humidity. The hot humid days and nights is what that corn needs, that be normal here. You can see the moisture dripping off the corn, I do reckon, you could hear the stalks popping and crackling under those conditions. I ride around at night on these hot July nights and the sweet smell of corn is magnificent! This year there was none of that aroma, no humidity in the air. The stalks simply dried up!

I've always hated fogs, there so eery and dangerous. They start in September, since I drive a truck late at night for a couple hours, I HATE 'EM!!!  I walk out the back door to make my delivery 30 miles north. Not a bit of fog. I get out of my truck and feel something ever so slightly, touching my face. Like the lightest, tiniest, raindrops, I've ever encountered. I look up into the lights of the building, unable to see anything. I go about my business, unloading a couple pallets, not thinking about it. On my return trip, where I had driven an hour before fog has developed, and getting thicker. Its not a blanketing fog, mind ya, you could see to drive okay. After backing in at work, I felt the soft caressing of the tiniest raindrops I've ever felt upon my face. I gaze up into the parking lot lights, imagining, droplets. Fifteen minutes later I walk out the front door and hold my head up into the night sky. The sensations of the droplets touching my face, was breathtaking, invisible, but I feel them! I mosey over to my van and sit for a long time. It was magical, the words I cannot do justice to! I could not make out individual droplets on my windshield. I linger for quite some time.

Have I overlooked a wonderful simple pleasure of life in the hundreds of fogs I have been in? Was it just me and the dry hot summer that I had just experienced? I do not know! I do however doubt, I'll ever experience a fog with the calming, caressing, beautiful thoughts I had that one night! I reckon, I understand the saying in a new light, "you have to stop and smell the roses".

Well all I know for awhile, I will not think of, the fog, as in the movie, "The Fog." For awhile, I'll think upon it with a completely different mindset! Until I'm in one of those fogs where you can't see ten feet in front of you. Then I'll slow way down and cuss, maybe not. I would like to hold on to the memories of The Invisible Rain, if only for AWHILE!!!     Glen

Living in Fear!

I might offend some with this post. It's not my intention, please remember this is one man's opinion, just thinking.

Seems that there is an overload of fear going on in this world! I'm not going to list the fears because I fear there are so many that I would be afraid to write this post. One cannot read, forbid watching the evening news, fears every where. Fears from childhood remain then we add new fears with age. Fear seems...  a useless emotion that shortens life's quality. 

I remember there was what some referred to as the bogeyman as a child. If I wasn't good, the bogeyman will come for me! What? A child cannot understand such adult stupidity, shouldn't have to. Did their parents say the same to them? I'm sure in cultures around the globe there are such imaginary entities that adults borrowed from their parents. What's my point here? DUH! Placing fear as a child rearing tool!!!

Ghost, goblins, werewolves, banshees, etc. Is frightening children necessary! I don't think so. Do children know the difference, does their tiny imagination get overloaded not being able to separate truths. I vote for not being able to distinguish fact from fiction.

I would like to believe as we become an adult we lose our fears replacing them with wisdom! But do we? I think some, do. Imagination of childhood never leave us. We're declared a legal adult at the age of 18. Does our brain capacity, reasoning, intelligence leap light years ahead? I don't think so!

What about adults giving children their own fears. Children pick up their personalitiy good, bad and extremes of parents don't they? Of course they do, can't be helped. The formative years are used to mimicing their environment.

On the opposite side is it healthy believing someone somewhere is looking out for their well being. No I'm certainly not talking government here! One that takes care of all, serving the good of all. To totally believe would be to have no fear, all is for the good, who have faith. The one and only, whomever you call your God.

I try to stay away from politics and religion. That's easier said than done. NOTHING is more discussed passionately by more people of the world than these two topics. Who is right who is wrong? That answer has been BATTLED, and will be BATTLED forever!

I wonder where most people fit into this equation. Seems labels are placed on people like name tags. Certainly to live life in fear is a hellish way to live life. If we allow ourselves to get caught up in the world of our evening news, watching, reading the latest news we're bombarded with, today! We cannot help but to live life in fear of fear itself! What a sad state of mind that is!

I'm not truly sure why I wish to write this post! It seems necessary for some reason! I'm sure I'll not change any thing, as all hell breaks out everywhere, every day! Every day innocent men women and children die needlessly, and so sad, always will, in the name of ?????

Behind the shadowy curtain lies others, we cannot and never will understand, they think themselves the Wizards of Earth. We cannot put words to ones we cannot see, but their there, undeniably! Always have been, they've been called many names by all cultures, since the beginning of time! That will never change! We sense an evil entity dwelling all among US! EVERY COUNTRY OF THE WORLD KNOWS, THEY LURK IN THE DARKNESS, BEHIND THE SEEMINGLY GOOD PEOPLE, 'THEIR' THERE! MAYBE 'THESE' ARE THE 'BOGEYMEN' PARENTS, GRANDPARENTS, FOREFATHERS SPEAK OF!

I know I ramble, for that I know and am truly sorry! I ask the unanswerable! Family members practically come to blows in discussions during family gatherings. If families have such differences discussing politics, religion, there's absolutely no way to bring this world together, therefore casting out the evil behind the curtain of our ever day life's!  

Tuna...root beer.. and "silliness!!!" Am I on?

I'm sitting back after drinking a beer (diet root beer.) I had the hankerin (desire) for tuna salad. Haven't had me no tuna salad in.... awhiles. Seems I'm feeling goofy, so's ya never know, where I'll go, and the words I might come up with. I like it! It be my blog and ain't no teacher giving me NO grade, so hells fire brothers and sisters, Imma gonna let it be! Ain't nothing I'd rather do, ceptin eating fried chicken. Um-um-um, I love K. F. C.  and their cole slaw. "DAMN!! What's that smell on my mustache? Oops, sorry that be the smell of my tuna, I just had. Just checking to see if your still there!"

Read me the morning paper, whow... did I ever get me some educating! I be SO MUCH much smarter now! I gotta be me, I gotta be me. I say... what be in that there t-u-n-a any way? I may of discovered somethun to give me a buzzzz! You know a feel rights good, only not using drugs. Diet root beer and tuna salad, yip-pee-i-a! Maybe, I'll have me another root beer and see just how silly I can become!

How about that word boondoggle, sounds like somethun I typed incorrectly. I remember reading about Daniel Boone as a kid, I have heard of boondocks. That's where my Father's side of the family hails from. But that there word boondoggle, sure has me perplexed!

BOONDOGGLE, a trifling or pointless project, expenditure, etc.; now esp., one financed by public funds. Oh my, ya reckon they mean government?

Hey below boondoggle is Boone, Daniel, American frontiersman. Have mercy, he must a been a real fella!

Under Boone is boonies [slang] boondocks, hinterland. What in tarnation is hinterland?

HINTERLAND, an area, far from big cities and towns; back country.

You know... I think I like that word hinterland vey much! It's soo me, and has a better ring to it than boondocks, or hills and hollers. I see me a story in the future for 'Hinterland.' Ya-hoo!

Back to boondoggle before I ferget! It be easy to ferget when yee get a certain age you know!

(What ain't that word know spelled knoe?) Sorry its just a silly thought, one of many, many, many that flows through me noodle every damn day! Fer that matter why ain't it spelled noe? Ah oh! I be a confusin meself! Okay the opposite of No is ???,  yep yer right! If NO is also Know? You noe! Damn! I don't knoe!

Back to boondoggle or was I ever there? A trifling or pointless project, seems maybe what I be tryin to write, or is it right? Alright... I sure as hell don't know, but it sure be fun! That tuna and diet root beer, 'Faygo' do they have that in your neck of the woods? I bought some high priced diet root beer in a bottle in a six pack a couple weeks ago. They were in a cardboard carton like bottled cokes, actually all sodie pop used to be in, before the plastic and aluminumumumum, tookie over. SORRY! I GOT STUCK LIKE THEM OLD 45 RECORDS USE TOO!)

ANYHOW'S... That Faygo was sooo much goooder, than the uther, At half, or shud it be, halve the price. Dag gone it! That second diet root beer is making my head swoony, or is it swimmy, or is it fuced up? I be a tad sillier than usal! Now be the time to take on boonydoggling!

Once more by brainless demand, boondoggle! Hey believe it or not I read me a real fine book called Crime and Punishment or was it Grime and Banishment I'm soo drunk!!!

The word trifles came up a lot in Grime and Punishment, sosa I wisha, toa, looka, upa, trifle. I do not know where this is going folks so hanga tougha!

TRIFLE, tri-fle is something of little value or importance; trivial thing. HERE... once again I look up trifle and it gives me trivial, sosa I musta look trivial up!

TRIVIAL, triv-ial is unimportant; insignificant; trifling. This here is fking me up or am I just swoony from the diet root beer. I be a triun to get to the root of this fucing word!!! OH MY! I CAN'T HELP MYSELF!!!

TRIVIALITY, triv-i-al-ity, the quality or state of being trivial!!!

TRIVIALIZE, triv-i-al-ize, to regard or treat as trivial!!!

I hope to triumph over this word but I think it's winning!

OH SHIT! I'm now questioning the word trifle. Maybe the word was truffle. This post is starting to seem a mite unimportant; something of little value; trivial! OR IS IT JUST ME (((!@#$KED UP))) OR THE DIET ROOT BEER !!!!  you make the call!

This post seems so unnecessary, insignificant, meaningless, like a government boondoggle! OH!OH! I SOO GET IT! THEY CANNOT STOP, OR HELP THEMSELVES. THEY HAVE SO MUCH PUBLIC MONEY TO GET RID OF, THEY MUST SPEND IT ALL, ON USELESS PROJECTS. JUST LIKE ME WRITING THIS! I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT NOW! IT ALL SEEMS SO TRIFLING NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!!!

I'm an addict with a dictionary, not wickedpedia. It only give me one word to look at. When I actually use the dictionary I go nuts!    GOODNIGHT FROM MR. NUTSO.

Too tired to write!!!

How was your day? Fair, I hope! I have worked over the last two days, instead of my normal eight hours, it's been eleven hours. Ol' Glen don't want no overtime, nope, nada, HELL NO!!! This was suppose to be my short day at seven hours, but NO! What an 'old warrior' of life DON'T want is O. T. 

Why is it that I can get by just fine on 40 hours a week. If I work O.T. that money seems to slip away unnoticed! I reckon buying new socks, or ham for my green beans, or splurging on a sodie pop, or a dried beef jerky treat for my doggie, eats that O.T. up! I'd rather not have the O. T. and post something, rather than being so fricking tired! I can say 'fricking' can't I? Here once again paying a full-time person O.T. when you can get a part-time person and save money! I reckon they think like the government and have a fancy smancy accountant! I a poor old man from the Midwest, don't understand such fiscal responsibility and such! I just use my common sense in such matters!

So what's going on in the world? I don't like posting when I'm madder than a wet hen or as tired as what I now am. A rant every now and then helps vent frustration, but so tired I can't think, I don't like! I like to sit down and be plum silly! I let my fingers do the walking and talking and sleep like a baby afterwards.

See here I am searching for something to lite into and the well is dry. Don't have the energy to talk politics, makes me mad. If I don't lasso somethun pretty soon I'll just hang it up! Apparently I'm like my mother who admits to thinking about "nothing!" You see I absolutely LOVE to come home to my simple home after a night of working fer the man, fix a bite to eat, pet the dog relax and turn on me computer. Oh my gosh the computer and my silliness has be come addicting! I'm an addict! I've always been addicted to caffeine, that's how an old man can survive a normal day, let along an abnormal day. Ah, oh! There may be a bit of life left in me tired old body! I thought my brain and me body was down for the ten count, you know as in boxing.

OH! OH! OH! I read where a man died and the officials found millions of dollars in gold, I believe estimated value at seven million, stashed around his home and garage. Can you imagine that? Him and his mother started buying gold in 1970 and kept the actual gold in the house. Is that strange or what? What's the purpose of having all that money and not using it. The article said he was "reclusive and lived simply." Get this, the government will get their share and the only relative this man had, will get the rest.

Kind of sad to think why someone who had this much money, yet did not have nothing! I can't help thinking the old saying "charity begins at home." The good that could of been, with that money. He could of anonymously done charitable things to help his fellow man. To die alone like the story of a miser, or Mr. Scrooge is beyond my comprehension! We'll never know or understand inside the mind of such people, nor do I think I want to!

The tax man is wringing his hands thinking of all that money! It will not amount to a drop of rain in the big scheme of things and will go to the one he probably feared the most. How many lives could of been touched! To die all alone in a modest house where the neighbors began smelling a terrible smell coming from his house, is soo sad one cannot understand anything about this unusual story! 

Typin... Whilst... Sleepin...

Been a few days since I posted anything, ceptin fer, them quotes. I don't rightly know, why I did that! I began and could not stop myself. In particular, I like the one from Mark Twain about the cat! Don't make em like that no more!

I reckon I figure, y'all out there may get tired of hearing about my limited life and times of ol' Glen! I could make up a bunch of lies, I suppose! Somehow I have always believed that truth be funnier than made up stuff! I have a heap of mind numbing, blow you away kinda craziness that goes on in my daily life here in Daisyville, as I lovingly refer to it. (Or is it reefer, gosh darn it my old mind plays tricks on me sometimes!)

I be a feared of belittling some, ya see! In the process, I might belittle myself, ya see! If ya understand what I be trying to say, whilst I beat at, or around the bush a tryin to say it. I make fun of ones the same way I'm sure others make fun of me! If I can give someone a laugh so be it! Rather a laugh than the opposite hey? I don't mind making a fool of myself, ya see! Poking fun of oneself, just seems natural, to me anyhow! If I cross an imaginary line, am I going against an unwritten rule? That be the quandary I find myself in! 

Politicians be fair game. Take Will Rogers for example. His jokes about politicians still fit. I tire of the same old making fun of politicians, although I do, when they get under my skin. Oh shit! I don't wanna get started, hold me back, rein in that horsey, afore he gets lathered up! OKAY! OKAY! OKAY! I hafta say this one thing! I read a Letter to the Editor today, you know, regular people sounding off giving their opinions! This person appeared educated. He spouts off stuff about them Dumicrats! How can such a learned individual not see them Repukiticians ainna no better, I reckon he be a Repukititician fer life! Let me give my opinion and I'll move on, THEY BE THE SAME! THERE BE A PLENTY, A PEOPLE, BEHIND THE CURTAIN, PULLING THEM THERE STRINGS BABY!!! UNTIL WE SEE THIS, WE AINNA GOTTA, A SNOW BALLS CHANCE IN HELL!!! Sorry!

I cannot help but think, this pollutertician stuff be brainwashing all of us in ways we cannot fathom! How so? Damn! I be in deep, doo doo here! I'm answering myself, So what else is new huh?

Even at the smallest daily level the bossiest, the loudest, the biggest, the one's with the brassiest balls! (Hope I don't have to explain that balls thing, think upon it fer a second!)

Okay! Okay! Okay! Joe Pesky one of my favorite inner voices, I call my misfits, wishes to speak. Now any time Joe Pesky speaks. Let me just say, he's really opinionated! Unlike me, you see! Are you ready?

Joe says "Sometimes taking what one is given, like bosses that are handed a position because they have been around... like forever... is the path of least resistance. Come on, come on, ask me why? Come on some lame brain idiot, ask me why? I'm chomping at the bit here, ask me! Ask Me! ASK ME!

Glen, "okay Joe, I reckon I'll do! Why?"

Joe "It's all about control. The Puppet Masters have to move the strings, controlling all aspects of  everything! They want people who will tow the line, dancing at their commands! They do not, want ones that can think on their own! They want ones who can be CONTROLLED!"

DAMN! THIS SEEMS TO MAKE SENSE AND I'M TYPING IN MY SLEEP!   Glen

Quotes!

WILL ROGERS
"Be thankful we're not getting all the government we're paying for."
"Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects."

OSCAR WILDE
"The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself."
"Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative."

JOHN F. KENNEDY
"The White House was designed by Hoban, a noted Irish-American architect, and I have no doubt that he believed by incorporating several features of the Dublin style he would make it more homelike for any President of Irish descent. It was a long wait, but I appreciate his efforts."
"The courage of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of a final moment; but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy."
"A man does what he must-in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and danger and pressures-and that is the basis of all morality."

MARK TWAIN
"Off all God's creatures there is only one that cannot be made the slave of the lash.That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat, it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat."
"The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them."

FRIEDRICH NIETZCHE
"Insanity in individuals is rare-but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs, it is the role."
"I understand by 'freedom of spirit' something quite definite-the unconditional will to say No, where it is dangerous to say No."

ALBERT EINSTEIN
"The world is a dangerous place to live-not because of the people who are evil but because of the people who don't do anything about it."
"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."

RALPH WALDO EMERSON
"Men achieve a certain greatness unawares, when working to another aim."
The days come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party, but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away."

GEORGE BERNARD SHAW
"My opportunities were still there, nay, they multiplied tenfold; but the strength and youth to cope with them began to fail, and to need eking out with the shifty cunning of experience."
"This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown out on the scrap heap."

WINSTON CHURCHILL
"The whole history of the world is summed up in the fact that, when nations are strong, they are not always just, and when they wish to be just, they are no longer strong."
"Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong."

BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
"Happiness consist more in small conveniences or pleasures that occur everyday, than in great pieces of good fortune that happen but seldom."
"There are three faithful friends: an old wife, an old dog, and ready money."  

ABRAHAM LINCOLN
"Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."
"Always bear in mind that your own resolution to success is more important than any other one thing."
"Do not worry; eat three square meals a day; say your prayers; be courteous to your creditors; keep your digestion good; exercise; go slow and easy. Maybe there are other things your special case requires to make you happy, but my friends, these I reckon will give you a good life."

I FELT LIKE SOMETHING DIFFERENT TODAY, HOPE YOU ENJOY SOME FAMOUS QUOTES, FUNNY HOW THINGS NEVER REALLY SEEM TO CHANGE! Glen  

Blowin Smoke ...

Time to play "Let's Make Some Words!" With me ... Glen. How be it in your neighborhood, or as they  said when I was a young lad, (looong ago before men went into orbit.) "In your neck of the woods."

I just ate me some fresh green beans and sweet corn. Whow-wee, yummy, yummy, yummy, so good in me tummy! Well it was!!! I come in from working a hard days night, as soon as I opened the door, I says to myself  "momma done went and fixed me some green beans with corn in them and some smoke sausage!"

I know you're asking yourself "SO?"

I'll tell ya why! Don't get yer panties in a pinch! "Becausun ... I's absolutely love ... green beans with corn and smoke sausage!" Does that not TELL you somethun? AND it wasn't my birthday or nothin!!! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na!  Sorry! I can be a smart ass sometimes and I love too! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Ah oh! I be priming the pump to get me old brain started and viola them words are shooting out every where! Hold yer vowels there, little wordies!

I just glanced at the local newspaper here in Corn Country, la, la, la, la! Damn ... I had to check the date! Yep ... it be TODAY'S, same O, same O! WHY DO WE EVEN BOTHER TO READ THE NEWS, IT'S ALWAYS THE NEWS!!!! ALWAYS ... BAD...

Front Page News 'SMOKING' To do or not to do? That is the question? Whether it is nobler to light up in an alley or smoke in front!

Ol' Glen has news for you! "I don't give a rats ass! I think there are MORE IMPORTANT problems even here in Daisyville! Sheesh! Lame headed nincompoop's! It be A LOT more than second hand smoke why Johnny and Mary can't read and write, and Johnny wants to be called Mary Anne, and Mary wants to be called Carlos!"

Just a couple weeks ago another article about not allowing people to smoke in a public park! Is there anything about the word public and park, as in outdoors people don't understand!

Them young children's brains are already doomed from all the gunk in the foods and all the junk little Susie and Jeraldo consume. What kind of stuff ya think be in that whole milk any way? Them milk cows are shot full of the latest genetically altered drugs and feed the finest genetically whipped up by Madd Cow Crazy Scientists! Them Scientist be puffing on the best genetically altered marijuana they can grow! They try out all this manufactured for our own good foods and drugs on themselves first ... DON'T THEY? So they know beyond a shadow of a doubt that all the Madd Scientist Stuff they be cooking up in the darkened basements of huge manufacturing facilities are completely safe for consumption/injection for the mass media right? So what, that they haven't seen the light of day for 20 years! They have all the really cool stuff they cook up!
They may glow in the dark, with their new green technology skin, saves electricity! So what that they truly have four eyes! Their lizard like scaly skin makes them look like they have on a alligator smock! Their head has become twice the size, their peenies don't work anymore, they enjoying the most up to date virtual sex! They never got any anyway when they were in the outside world "so there" they say!

IF I HAD A POINT, I THINK I LOST IT!!! WE'RE BEING ALTERED BY SO MUCH EVERYDAY FOODS, DRUGS THAT WE WILLINGLY CONSUME, AND A FEW ARE WORRIED ABOUT CIGARETTE SMOKE!!! The last few generations are being genetically altered all around us, can't you see it? Let alone the brainwashing into submission with mindless, useless, gizmo's of destruction and they're completely oblivious to what is transpiring by their own parents! Millions of years of natural evolution has being created in the blinking of an eye, in these futuristic times! Sad part is, no one will allow themselves to see it or is it admit it! They willing lie down and go to sleep to be replaced the next day by the "cool replacement cocoon under their bed!!!"  I'M TOO TIRED TO CARRY ON, AND IF I DON'T POST THIS, I MAY NOT WAKE UP BEING ME IN THE MORNING!!!  (ahhahahahaha) Glen

My Brain and My Ears Don't Work Well Together!

I'm looking for something to work with here ... Whewn ... I'm feeling silly ... I like to use "somethun." Pleease remembur ... at all times, whewn ... readun ... my ... my ... thots, I'm hard of hearun ... have ben all my life, sos I don't hear wurds ... (quiet), in the normul way. You nevur wood of thunk it, wood ya? Just tonight I was lisenun ... to a talk show while drivun ... I kept turnun the radio up, because I could not understand a wurd the guest was saying. At first, it sonds like someone was speakun Japaneese. I cood only make out a vowel every now and then. Sometimes ... it ain't fun beun partially deaf! I'm suppose to wear my hearun aids while drivun a commercial truk, I do not cause every damn truk and road noise is anplified, drivun me nutser! I fokus all my braan powur, hearun to understand, finully aftur tuning the knobs on my braan and ears, (ha, ha)  I was able to undestan somewhat. Damn it took all my attenshun to understand most of the wurds the guest was sayun. By the way his first name was Ali ... sos I reckun he wasn't speakun Japaneese! I figur it was best to use most of my attenshun to drivun, while on the inturstate, sos I turn the radio off! Guud call don't ya think?

I stop for fuel in my work truck, using pay at the pump. I must remember the mileage on the truck and the pin number, remember now I'm not wearing my hearing aids. I'm paying attention to the instructions on the pump and this Un-convenient store has music blaring through these tiny little speakers on the pump! Why in the hell do they feel the need to play music through the crappiest speakers ever made! Have you ever heard someone inside trying to talk to someone at the pump on these crappy ass speakers? Their voice comes through these crappy itty bitty speakers like kuw, wwaay, euck, kruk, you know what I mean! We're paying $4.00 a gallon for fuel and they probably have a million $'s of petrol underground, a hundred thousand $'s of snacks, cigarettes, sodie pop and beef jerky inside, and they cannot pay for decent speakers on them pumps!!!

SORRY! I got a mite out of control I won't do that again ... well ... not until next time! Sos My mind is paying attention to the most horrific sounding music coming out of these one square inch speakers somewhere! My minds's thinking "damn, I haven't heard that music for 30 years, what is that song, who did that?" By now I've forgotten my mileage, my pin number, the pump rejects my transaction, I'm getting per-turbed! Yes I DO NOT like the fricking gas pump to be playing music whilst I'm using my brain because it messes up my hearing and what little I have left between them ears!!! Sos I have gotten smart, I place my left hand over that fricking one inch square pain in the ass speaker from hell! Now it's quiet and I can think!!! 

NOTHING MUCH ON MY MIND I WAS GOING TO PLAY AROUND WITH THE WORD A FRIEND MENTIONED "catharsis" AFTER STUDYING ON IT FOR A SPELL I BECOME BORED! I THINK I'LL SAVE IT WHEN I'M IN A "MORE" SILLIER MOOD!!!

I wish to leave you with this I found under 'medical catharsis.' Purging the body by use of a cathartic to stimulate evacuation of the bowels.

Synonyms for catharsis are, release, cleansing, purging, purification, purgation, abreaction. Lordy! Am I
going to have fun with this!

I HOPE YOU HAVE AS MUCH FUN READING THIS CRAZY ASS POST AS I DID WRITING IT!

SORRY! A RANT, I RECKON!!!

I had to work over three hours filling in for someone that was filling in for someone else!!! The way employers try to cut cost is by hiring part-time people. I understand hire two part-time people, save on insurance benefits and all that jazz! Okay, that's the way in today's cost cutting slimmed down save a buck mentally challenged leadership! Ol' Glen don't want no over-time! It's wasted money and my old worn out body ALWAYS pays the price! MY aching body aches enough getting through a normal day! I'm tired my legs and back is aching. I'm so tired I cannot rest you see! My body will not let me go into a restful relaxing sleep mode, because it is plum fricking pissed at me! (((Place laughter here if ya want, causin I know there is ones out there over 50 that understand where I'm coming from, like my pals T. AND C. A AND ANY OTHER OLD ONES AROUND THIS GLOBE!))) So I reckon I be on a rant and who knows where I'll go, it might be fun, and besides ol' Glen needs the practice, plus it relaxes ME!

THERE WAS A MAN WHO'S BEEN GONE FOR A FEW YEARS, W. F. THE FINEST MAN I'VE EVER KNOWN!!! ( HE WAS 84) HE CHOSE TO WORK PART-TIME BECAUSE HE NEEDED SOMETHING TO DO. HE HAD LIVED, TOO LONG, DIDN'T NEED THE MONEY, HIS WIFE WAS LONG GONE, HE NEEDED TO BE AROUND PEOPLE! (HE WORE HEARING AIDS BUT MISSED NOTHING, HE HAD VISION A PLENTY!) W. F. AT THAT AGE OUT WORKED ANY OF THE ONES I'VE SEEN HIRED IN MANY A MOONS! (THAT BE A LOOONG TIME!) AS SHARP AS A TACK, LIVED THROUGH THE GREAT DEPRESSION, BEEN THROUGH A HUNDRED ((( yes i know that's suppose to be one hundred, but remember who's blog yer visiting, besides i heard this from my family a growing up, and if it was good enough for mark twain, it's good enough for me!)))   LIFE TIMES OF WHAT TODAY'S PEOPLE WOULD CONSIDER "TOUGH" TIMES!!! HE BE A """MAN""" WITH MORE COMMON SENSENESS THAN ... WELL NOW, YOU DON'T FIND THAT COMMON SENSENESS TODAY! I'M SO SORRY TO SAY THAT BUT "BABY" IT'S TRUE!!!

He was from another era that most of the ones today CANNOT understand ! They have absolutely NOTHING to compare it to!

THE MENTAL MENTALITY OF THE MODERN ERA, IS TO HIRE TWO OR THREE, TO GET THE WORK DONE, STILL WITHOUT A LICK OF  COMMON SENSE, AND ABLE TO WORK ON THEIR OWN!  

Ah, oh! This here ranting, clearing my mind has taken a toll on a tired old man! [snoring, sounds]

Justice or Bankers?

I'm so excited! Ol' Glen doesn't get many hits midweek. I think I'll try to think upon something, again tonight. The word vigilantism has been stuck in my mind but I really don't want to go there! I remember hearing that term from the old westerns that played everywhere when I was a youngin. My favorite western is Lonesome Dove. Tom Selleck, Clint Eastwood, Robert Duvall and Sam Elliott are my favorite actors in westerns.

We root for the hero to make things right! The injustices suffered at the hands of the regular, little people, need someone larger than life to rectify, the morally right thing, even though the town is run by the banker and corrupt evil entities. The Law as in lawyers and lawmen are bought and paid for by the money grubbing bankers in them old westerns

Gosh darn it, you mean they had this type of goings on, back then! Who would EVER of thought that!

(((Who stepped up for the farmers, ranchers and little people trying to survive?)))

Vigilante justice is the phrase stuck in my mind for as long as I can remember. In Lonesome Dove Captain Call give the orders to hang one of his own, former Texas ranger, because he was caught running with horse thieves. Damn! That be a tough act to carry out, but his men did! Tough men for a tough job!!! Was it ever like that? I grew up watching the T. V. show Gunsmoke. Wow, we cannot comprehend what it was like back then.

We're too soft today, to even imagine what early pioneers went through. We're taken care of aren't we?

We allow the law of the land to take care of us, so we can sleep every night snug as a bug in a rug!

Why we're civilized, no need for shoot em' ups like in the old west today. We have officers that take an oath to protect and serve. We have court systems at every level with judges protecting us, don't we?

Criminals are put in prisons and rehabilitated so when thry get out there an asset to society. They are reborn and all evilness has been drained out right?

There is no way corrupt money grubbing bankers could get away with anything like the old westerns portray is there?

The local government cannot be corrrupt, can they?

There is no way the State government could be tainted is there?

Of course not! The Federal government has checks and balences in place by the Constitution guaranting we the people to sleep like a baby in its mother's arms right? 

VIGILANCE, THE QUALITY OR STATE OF BEING VIGILANT; "WATCHFULNESS!"

VIGILANT, STAYING WATCHFUL AND ALERT TO DANGER OR TROUBLE!

ARE THERE ANY MODERN DAY HEROES, THAT CAN SAVE US?????????????????????????

I REMEMBER A CARTOON GOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS "HERE HE IS TO SAVE THE DAY."   JUST AN OLD MAN THINKING BEFORE HE GOES TO BED, GOODNIGHT ALL!

Ain't Easy For An Old Dog To Learn New Tricks!

Good morning, good afternoon, wherever you are. Welcome, Ukraine, Lithuania, Poland and the Netherlands, ol' Glen says "HOWDY!" No matter how you found me, I welcome you to my humble site! I never know what I'm about to say. That my friends is what keeps me typing whatever comes into focus in an old man's brain! WELL as focused as my mind can be! It be harder than giving a mountain lion a bath ... well I have NEVER gave a mountain lion a bath ... and, and, and, I sure as hell ainna gonna try!

I be priming my pump, bringing them words from my conscious, subconscious, other planes. Sheesh, don't matter where they come from, I like to let my fingers walk all over this Hewie Picardo keyboard, It be my gateway to another world. ( Please tell me you people out there name your keyboards! ) I went through about a dozed keyboards before I found one willing to work with me. "What did I do with them?" I threw them suckers out in my driveway and smashed them !@#$ers into a million pieces with my van!

After about $200.00 worth of keyboards my Missy said "!@#$%^&*()_+ ain't the keyboards fault you can't type and write worth a shit!"

Suddenly fireworks went off above my head! YEP! Them women are always right! ( Please don't let her know I said that though, OKAY! )

She said "Since you never learned to type in your first 60 years, you must practice, practice, practice!"

DAMN!!! I didn't know it would be so HARD to learn such a simple thing! Seems my mind be thinkin and my fingers ainna listening, communicating, OR plum don't give a rat's ass! It be like where I work! The bosses be saying to Sloth Man one thing, and he be hearing something else! See the problem here is like my problem learning to type. "How so?" I'm so glad somebody asks, otherwise I could not be able to answer that question, now would I?

As you may have surmised .................. I ramble ... A LOT! Don't be scared, I'm really a good ol' boy who has an overactive mind! Hey better than sitting in a nut house staring at a light bulb right? Uh, Huh! I think! I've never stared at a light bulb, it may be enlightening! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Oh, I was about to make some kind a point, about, oh yeah! COMMUNICATION! When there be a failure of communication, things get !@#$ed up, don't they? Well to be short and sweet about communication where I work "there ain't none!!!" Damn, that be short and sweet and showing my I. Q.!!! "There ain't none!" I could of used some college words, if I knew some!

I best be getting back to me and the keyboard before I make you think I'm as silly!!! Oops! I bet its too late!!!

Anyhow, I been practicing and practicing and practicing ... ain't easy for an old dog to learn new tricks ... but me brain and me fingers are trying and ... WE gonna keep on a trying! U know somehow, I have the feeling the FUN be, "the trying part!" Iffa, thata, maka, any sense to y'all out there! ( I do, believe it do! )

Somehow, if I had been fortunate enough to majored in Journalism and worked a 9 to 5 job making a living off of putting words together in any number of settings, it would be, "just a job!"

Unless ... I could be a political writer for the big boys, about now! If I had a degree from one of them Ivy League Colleges, whoo-wee, I could be a visionary searching out new life for the prettiest words and phrases for my candidate to say! Do they give any kind of prizes for the best imagination of a political speech writer? Well they should!!!

Gosh darn it! I cannot stay away from politics at this time!

I'm having fun and learning something to occupy this old mind I lovingly call Glen View! I give to you "ME!"   Good night, good day and I promise I'm gonna keep on practicing!  I HOPE I NEVER GET IT RIGHT, WON'T BE ANY FUN!    Glen

Automatic Writing, Free Writing, Freeblogging, My Thoughts!

I may have stepped up to my waist in manure with this one! I wish to make "a go of it and play my hand!" (((CAUTION!!!))) Reading any farther may, confuse, destroy, shut down your brain OR reboot it! Risk of shutdown is entirely on you! Not the fault of 'The Midnight Writer.'

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I'm about as relaxed ol' Glen can get and still walk. I think! No drugs, no alcohol, just relaxed. Me mind is at peace, rarely is that possible. Approaching the "not thinking about nothing, "like my Ma! I like it! No! I really like it!!!

For about an hour or so I've been looking up many somewhat confusing terms, to me anyway, that I wish to better UNDERSTAND! First off, the first and quite possibly the most complicated part of this endeavor might be that I'm over 60! I know!   (((Not a chance in hell!)))   Been out of school forever and haven't needed to use but an itty-bitty part my noodle,  (Brain) not in MY daily world!

AUTOMATIC WRITING is the process, of writing material that does not come from the conscious thoughts of the writer. The writers hand forms the message and the person is unaware of what will be written.   ((( Question? Do we have a brain in our hand that ol' Glen does not know anything about?)))   It is sometimes done in a trance state.   (((What? I most certainly am not going into no trance! I'll just write about the ones I work with everyday, who are always in a trance!)))   Other times the writer is aware (not in a trance) of their surroundings, but the actions of their writing hand. (((HUH!!! What it be doing sign language?)))

Automatic writing is used as a therapy tool in Freudian psychology and in related "self knowledge" studies, where it is seen as a means of gaining insight into the mind of automatic writers through their subconscious word choices. (((OKAY! That makes more sense than watching your writing hand in action! )))

Automatic writing is used in Spiritualism and the New Age movement  (((That let's ol' Glen out, I'm old age and my movements are slow!)))  as a form of channeling.(((Channeling is out big time for me. I don't want NOTHING else messing with my mind! It be screwed up enough!)))

One of the best-known automatic writers was Helen Smith an early 20th century psychic who felt that her automatic writing was the attempts of Martians   (((MARTIANS!!!)))  to communicate with Earth. She claimed she could translate their Martian language into French. (((UH-HUH! SURE!!! )))

There is what's called the 'ideomotor effect'   (I like that word!)   that states "there is no solid evidence that any messages are coming from anywhere other than the mind of the person holding the pencil."   (((A mite contradictory ain't it??? Also I like the start of that word ideo, reminds me of idiot!)))

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FREE WRITING is not the same as automatic writing. It's based on a 'ass'-umption that, while everybody has something to say, the mental wellspring may be blocked by apathy, self-criticism, resentment, anxiety about deadlines, fear of failure or censure or other forms of resistance.

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Freeblogging (I know-sa a mite about that!) see Free writing (we already did!) Now it tells me about "stream of consciousness" style of writing.

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STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS
1. The continuous flow of thoughts, that make up an individuals conscious experience.
2. A literary device that seeks to describe this process by means of a long soliloquy.
Also train of thought. (Choo-choo-choo-choooo-woo-wooo!!! Sorry flashback to childhood, helps occasionally!)
A term used in literary criticism, for a literary technique that reports thought process of a person.

Okay! okay! okay! This word SOLILOQUY be too much for ol' Glen to pass up and not give my two cents worth on! First off I see, 'silly o guy,' that be right down my alley! Y'all know-sa what I'm talkin about, DON'T YA?

SOLILOQUY so lil o quy (-kwe) GLENSTER'S old dick head dictionary says the answer IS! [ drum roll pleaseee! ] An act or instance of talking to oneself,   (((Ah oh! You reckon they be talking about me?))) Lines in a drama in which a character reveals his or her thoughts to the audience, but not to the other characters, by speaking as if to himself or herself.

So lil o (-kwe)  Let's see if I can recall some of my school in! I reckon so and lil and o is ev i dent to all! This quy thing pronounced (-kwe) is a mite dis com bob u lating to ol' Glen! A (-k) = just we, oh I get it now, we. So lil o we. Apparently some of the texting abbreviated words and ol' Glen don't do no texting on no cell phone! DID I TYPE THIS? I THOUGHT I WAS JUST TALKING INSIDE MY HEAD!!!!!

WHATEVER TYPE OF WRITING Y'ALL OUT THERE WISH TO CALL WHATEVER IT IS THAT I DO IS ALRIGHT WITH ME! I BE JUST A SILLY O GUY HAVING A BLAST IN MY OLD AGE!

SO i give a LIL-tel O me to WE. Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, SCARY AIN'T I?

I can't hear, but can still see, for a little longer!

Here I sit waiting for something to gush out of the old pump of my mind. Prime, prime, prime, come on words let the sunshine. I read all bad, I want something more! Give me my own spade of words, not recycled manure spread oh, so deep! Something original to take me to dream land. To snore away the pains of life and misery. To rejoice at the giving of one more day. Then another, another, till. I'll see... some good, some bad, a laugh, a heart filled tear. I must have emotions, so I can say "I... alive... today!"

I cannot survive this here world, without emotions. I cannot close myself off... at 'anything,' I feel, hear, read or see! (I'm sorry!) I'm almost deaf, still... I hear more, than I see! I read the the words of robot writers, day after day, type, type, type, without a heart, a brain! Cowardly lying, to all, especially thee! Paid for words, only filling space, headlines, deadlines, uwe, wee! Majoring in words, words without laughter, heart, love are not emotions to me!

The best speech writers, probably make a bundle! Write words meant to draw attention to whatever they wish us, to see! Political speech writers, writing powerfully, beautiful words! Prettier, fancier words I've never heard! Detroit today, talking automobiles. Iowa tomorrow, talking farming. New Orleans, talking hurricanes, promises promises, promises!

Ah! The beautiful words must have the best orators, a well trained speaker to deliver them, well chosen,
meticulously chosen words! All believe in... not me! A Shakespearean play, written ol' Shakes way, by actors so well rehearsed, it's the Political way. Actors come and go, seems Politicians never go... away! How be it the goofiest looking, dumber than dirt, continue a growing? Ah! The American Way!

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I had a terrible thought this week. With all the Political Conventions and all the hot air. What if a hurricane would form, and take all that hot air somewhere's, where it might do some good. Say a galaxy far, far, away! Also, take them money hungry worshiping, whom ever they be... and them war monopolizing, conglomerate death devils....

You can visualize my thoughts, please!

WELL! MAYBE! AT LEAST FOR A SPELL!  WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD, LET'S IMAGINE... IT COULD BE... IF ONLY IN OUR DREAMS!!!!!     ((((goodnight my friends from ol' glen))))   I'm too tired to continue! If I don't hit post, I may not tomorrow!!!

Fortitude, Automatic Writing, add a Dash of Craziness = ME!

I've been to tired the last couple days to write. My old noggin is rebelling for some reason I have the desire but not the fortitude. I've never used that word 'fortitude' before! Where the hell did that come from? Hey! MAYBE there really is automatic writing, where something, or someone, takes over my mind, and writes for me! Is that cool, or what!

Fortitude, uh, uh, uh, oh yeah... like forts, as in a defenseable structure made to keep the bad guys out. I as in me, and tude, as in another modern messed up word for dude. Am I close???

Dictionary says, the strength to bear misfortune, pain, etc. calmly and patiently, firm courage. Huh!
Then it ----says for-ti-tu-di-nous adj. WHAT???  Then
SYN, (This may get x rated, is SYN, the same as sin?) ---now we're back to fortitude again. (Is this dictionary "challenged" or what??? It ainna makin no f-kin sense!!! I reckon that's what you get when you're using one of them old fashioned dictionaries! It was copyrighted many, many times, last time in 1994, damn that be18 years ago! This here world we live in today has changed so much! Well now it must be a smart dictionary, because it is a third college edition, 'New World Dictionary' of American English! I don't reckon it be too smart, if they didn't get it right, and this is the third addition! Must be plenty of mistakes, and they keep fixin them words! Yep! That makes a heap o sense to this country boy, and it ain't the top notch dictionary, as in proper English! To be accurate, it must be "The English, English"!

Damn this understanding of one word is f-kin me brain up, big time! (Just to change the subject a mite. I LOVE them women newscasters from Great Britain, when they read the news! I have no idea what the news is, because I LOVE the way they speak!!! Um! Um! Um!

SEE HOW I GET SIDETRACKED, IT AIN'T EASY BEING ME!

So my dictionary goes on by using the word, 'grit' applies to an obstinate sort of courage, that refuses to succumb under any circumstances. Now it starts talking about 'backbone.' I'm beginning to think somebody as f-ked up as me wrote this! Backbone refers to the strength of character and resoluteness that permits one to face opposition unflinched. Now it's talking about pluck and guts! Pluck implies a strong heart in the face of danger or difficulty. Guts, a colloquial word, suggests the sort of stamina that permits one to "stomach" a disagreeable or frightening experience. See also PATIENCE ---ANT, cowardice.

PLEASE BEAR WITH ME, AS I UNTANGLE THE FINE MESS I FIND MYSELF IN!!!!!!

I think one of them 'automatic writing' spirits, made me use the word fortitude, knowing damn well it would lock up my mind, like a fort locked up tight before a big fight! Well this here ol' country boy as in country man now, goes on 'automatic craziness.' Them damn spirits be a tryin to take over me brain and I ainna gonna let'm.

So I have no idea what fortitude, nor fortitudinous means and I no longer f-kin care. It rambles on about backbone, pluck my f-kin guts, and to "stomach", see also PATIENCE ---ANT, cowardice!!! Yada! YYada! YYYada! I NO LONGER F-KIN CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then this smart ass college dick-headed-dictionary, throws in some words like, obstinate, succumb, resoluteness, colloquial! Sheesh! This would be a never ending post if I look up all the words and try to understand, BECAUSE the dick-headed-dictionary keeps using words, not in my normal every day world! I ainna a third world college dictionary. I be the third born child of seven, who comes from humble normal, common people! "We are the world baby!" We ain't the college ones, NOR the challenged ones! WE ARE THE LINKS, OF EVERY CHAIN THAT HOLDS, THIS WORLD TOGETHER!!!       

IS THAT ALL THERE IS?

I'm trying something new this evening. I have a headache that hit from out of no where. Don't you just hate that! WELL YEAH! "Damn old fool who likes headaches!" (Don't be frightened that's just me talking to me! Ah come on now! We all do it! We most likely are not even aware we do it! Hey, I admit it!) I wish to see if having a headache inflames my creativity, hah, ha, ha! That be funny OR frightening! Instead of creativity, my style of writing is ignorance, which I plead guilty, OR insanity, which I also plead guilty!

Well I don't believe I have a style of writing, and I ainna gonna try to label it, causin, I don't want no label on me! I 'm not a name brand bag of potato chips! I'm not a fine wine, (although I have been aging for a long time!) Ha, ha!

More than anything in this ol' world we must be ourselves. If nothing else, we must be true to what we believe! You see, I just want to enjoy myself for a little while and am trying to write something every day. I find it an escape from the everyday, rut, boredom whatever... I find I can truly be me after typing for a spell I find myself in a completely different place. One might call it the twilight zone, the land of the lost, insanity zone, Glen's challenged neighborhood, Glen's !@#$ing-nuts! It's my escape from the Perils of Pauline, you see that... don't you? I'm sending my virus, ME in hopes of giving you a smile, a frown, emotions of some kind to break up the monotony. If nothing else, just saying to yourself, "I ain't never read anything like Glen View before!" Yep, that's what I'm  hoping for!!!

I make a heap O fun of where I live and work. That's all I know! One can only write about what he experiences! I'm MOST CERTAINLY not going to climb Mount Everest, nor sail the high seas, be a Wall Street Banker and make a gazillion dollars, nor many, many, other things. I would rather shoot myself than to be a politician!!! I'm purely a good ol' boy from the Midwest, who still resides in the same small town where I was born!

I have this gut feeling, that it's pretty much the same challenged types I come into contact with, work with everywhere! Why do I have that feeling? Oh my God! That is the scariest thing I've ever written! Sadly, funny, because I'm at the last hurrah of my life and as much as I like to poke fun at what I see around me everyday, it actually breaks my heart!

There is this term that gets thrown around and most assuredly used my yours truly "THE DUMBING DOWN OF AMERICA." What the hell are they talking about? The brains of our young-ins ain't getting smarter. (Them damn cell phones are causin their brains to become larger, but from micro wave emissions causing brain tumors.) Sad isn't it! Man I hate talking like this, I call it as I see it, I'm not yet blind. Hey, I'm not just talking about our young ones! In my neck of the woods the word challenged can be equally applied. I used to have a boss who said "we have to have bodies." That's about all there hiring! You can go to a mortuary and get bodies!

The most important aspect in the old days of when I was a supervisor back in the prehistoric days a couple generations ago was hiring ones that could chew gum and walk at the same time. (Sorry, I had to put a wee funny in there!) Good work ethics, common sense ones are apparently hard to come by. I judge that solely on the bodies that come through where I'm employed and they have been hiring for the last couple years. IS THAT ALL THERE IS?

FRANK'S SENSE

Hello there India, Switzerland and Japan!!! I be happier than a hound dog after a flea bath! Sorry can't teach an old dog new tricks! I be me, BABY! I gotta be me, I gotta be me! Sorry, I been outside looking at that, once in a 'blue moon' and it's made me freakier, than 'black Friday!' Oops! I reckon I best explain that a tad. Here in loony toon country, where I reside, we have these BIG1 BIG! BIG! sales for the BIG! BIG! BIG! conglomerate retail stores, the day after Thanksgiving. Yep! They wish to thank us!!! They're practically... giving... product away!!! Hey.. I kid you not!

Example, them stores used to open around 6 A. M. A few years ago they started opening at midnight. Them crazy fools... be lining up hours in advance, many hours in advance. Them crazy fools run over one of them door greeters they have at one of them super conglomerate big box stores last year. Now that's sad! I'm telling you! This poor old woman was trampled by lunatics smelling sales!!! I viewed it on the news, customers, right after two managers opened the doors, just like firing off a big military bomb, you know, two keys at the precise same time, unleashing the devastation, to come!!! DAMN! It weren't pretty! Like a herd of cattle stampeding to the smell of water, after going without for a long time!  

You think I'm nuts? Ah, oh! Probably the wrong question to ask! I agree! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha,! Kinda takes the edge off the depression side of manic/depression!!! Boy am I wound up this fine A.M. 6 A. M. By the way! What in tarnation does A. M. stand for anyway? Don't you just hate all them initials? Like them really educated ones! Dr. Simple I. Simon followed by a bunch of initials ABDEGHIJKLMNOFCK. iS iT aLl ThEm InItIaLs MaKiNg ThEm SoO sMaRt??? MUST BE I RECKON!!!

I have a favorite over night radio show that plays around the world, as a matter of fact it is the highest rated over night radio show in the world. Any ways, before I lose my point! There was a most interesting guest on. He was a history major, a sociology major, a English major and a psychology major. Whew-wee he sure done a lot O majoring.

                                          NEWS FLASH or SENIOR MOMENT!

Oh! Oh! Oh! I just remembered something I read awhile back. There was a most interesting profile in our newspaper, introducing a new Doctor to our local hospital. She was a heart specialist, specializing, in specializing, specializing!!! (Don't get yer undies in a pinch, I be making my point "MY FRKING WAY!") The main point I'm trying to make, what sticks in my uneducated pea size head IS, she was 39 years own and has spent 30 + years in schools, internship, speciality training and so on and so forth!!!! I cannot imagine that!!!!!!

Okay, let's examine this more closely! She either be someone I want to evaluate me ticker, OR somebody to stay away from as a Doctor! Yer call!

I wish to return to the radio program, before my mind interrupted me. I visit this web site, I guess him to be in his seventies by his voice and a rather grandfatherly ministerial voice at that! What I was most impressed with by this particular guest was he told the facts as he investigated them. He allowed the listeners to make their own decision, based on what their beliefs were. He did not give his beliefs, he stated both sides!

I found him interesting, without pushing an agenda or selling a book. I found all these majors and the fact that his wife wrote books with him as a partnership endearing. He and his wife has written a whole a heap of  books?????? Wowza!!!
I did have a comment about something that started this post before I began doodling! Oh know I remember!

The other day I was talking to a friend at work. One of the few, "how dare I" to talk to! For some reason I told him my I. Q.  Oh shit just thinking of how low it is I have created another brain fart/ senior moment. Please hold................................................

I'm back. In my little everyday world! Please allow me to give an example or two.

My grandfather on my father's side was a poor boy who never attended school, at all! He was born around 1900. I won't diddle-daddle on his life, although he used to mesmerize my new wife years ago, with his upbringing as a poor boy who worked hard all his life, defeating alcoholism, losing an eye, numerous other life's woes! I'm most proud of him! He learned to read and write after working all his life. Yes, after retiring he attended a local school to do this! I think that's an accomplishment of MAJOR proportions!!!

Oh heavens to Betsy! I completely forgot something! He was my step grandfather, yet he will always me GRANDPA to me! I never knew much about my blood grandpa. Certainly never mattered I had one, J. F. N.

Sorry, I got side tracked AGAIN! Frank, as every one called him, had what's most missing, I FEAR in this modern world, COMMON SENSE!

My I. Q. has been meaningless to me. I only learned of it many years after graduating high school, while looking through old papers. I have never used it in any way as a barometer. My proudest, most basic achievement in my life,  is called 'common sense' of that I believe I have. From watching, studying, individuals and reading with the vision of understanding, MY OWN WAY! Today as I review backwards, I have learned many lessons, too many to write upon, like my grandpa Frank. Hard of hearing has allowed me to hear in a most unusual way. I was forced to watch, to, learn, to comprehend. Nothing came easy, I'm not complaining. I was forced to think, to determine things, I could not completely hear all in school. I could though see, think, understand at thr youngest age. Of that today, I'm eternally grateful.

FOR THAT... IS ME. WHOM... I AM! I'M LEARNING TO WRITE AT APPROXIMATELY THE AGE MY GRANDPA DID! (ONLY I HAD A STEP AHEAD OF HIM, I GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL, I DO NOT CONSIDER MYSELF, IN NO WAY, MORE INTELLIGENT, THAN HIM!!! CAN YOU IMAGINE, HIM TELLING HIS STORIES?  AS POOR AS ONE COULD BE! DAMN! """COMMON SENSENESS""" FOR THE COMMON MAN, FROM GRANDPA FRANK, BEING FRANK, ABOUT EVERYTHING, IN THE WORLD TODAY!!! DAMN! THAT BE THE ULTIMATE GOAL FOR OL' GLEN! COMMON SENSE, LOGIC, IN A WORLD THAT HAS STEPPED TOO FAR INTO THE FUTURE, FOR THE INTELLIGENCE OF OUR EVOLUTION!!!

DAMN! I THOUGHT I WAS DONE! APPARENTLY NOT SO, SAYS THE ONES IN MY HEAD, THERE MUST BE ANOTHER POINT, OR TWO, WHO KNOWS?

I.Q. THAT CAN TAKE MAN BEYOND THIS WORLD, DREAMS TO FURTHER MAN. AT WHAT COST?

THE GUEST AND MANY OTHER SUPERIOR, INTELLIGENT, WISE, BOOK WRITING, LECTURERS, PARTICLE EXCELERATOR BUILDING FUCKING MAD SCIENTIST AND ALL 'THE NOBLE' NOBEL WINNING GENIUS'S OF THE WORLD CANNOT TELL YOU HOW TO ACHIEVE """"PEACE""""   A POOR BOY FROM HUMBLE BEGINNINGS SAYS "ain't that a crock!"

PLEASE PONDER UPON THAT FOR A MOMENT, WHILE I LOOK UP THIS MAGICAL MEASUREMENT OF WISDOM CALLED THE I. Q. CHART............................................

The Stanford-Binet Scale.

Under 70-Feeble-mindness

70-79 Borderline deficiency in intelligence

80-89-Dullness

90 -109-Average or normal intelligence

110-119-Superior intelligence

120-140-Very superior intelligence

Over 140-genius or almost genius

Oh! When I hear the wisdom of higher learning utter "write your Congressmen, your Senators flood them with e-mails." WOW! THAT'LL TEACH THEM!!!! When supposedly college educated people with letters behind their names say "we can fix that come election time!" PLEEEASE! YOU REALLY DON'T BELIEVE THAT DO YOU?

OH WELL! I'M JUST A POOR LOWER, DYING OUT, SOON TO BE EXTINCT MIDDLE CLASS MAN AT THE AGE OF 60 STILL-A-LEARNING, STILL-A-WORKING!

OH! OH! OH! WHAT WOULD I, AN OLD, MAN WHILE I THINK I STILL HAVE AVERAGE BRAIN FUNCTIONING SURMISE OF WHAT WE THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD MUST DO!
"""WE MUST SEE THROUGH THE DAILY BARRAGE, BRAINWASHING, DUMBING DOWN OF OUR CHILDREN!WE MUST USE OUR COMMON SENSE, SEE THROUGH THE POLITICIANS POLLUTING OF GOVERNMENT AT EVERY LEVEL IN EVERY COMMUNITY THROUGH OUT THE ENTIRE WORLD BABY!!!! THEY THE LEADERS ACROSS THE WORLD HAVE ONLY THEIR AGENDAS AND IT AIN'T US! THERE HAS BEEN SLAVES, SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME. SLAVES TO DO THE WORK, TO BE LED BY????? THE MASTERS?

SEEMS TO ME THIS POOR, UNEDUCATED, SIMPLETON OF 100 ON THE I. Q. CHART, CAN SENSE THIS JUST THROUGH LIVING.

WHY, OH WHY? SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME, HAVE WE SIMPLETONS ALLOWED TO BE LED LIKE SHEEP TO SLAUGHTER? WE ARE NOT... ARE OWN! WE ARE BOUGHT AND PAID FOR LIKE ALL SLAVES, TO HAVE CHILDREN, TO DO THE WORK, FIGHT UNJUSTIFIED WARS, THAT HAVE BEEN BRAINWASHED INTO OUR MINDS, AS THE ONLY WAY!!!!

DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! I'M MAD, AND MY HEART ACHES! WE ARE MORE THAN THAT! I KNOW WE ARE, BUT WE """"MUST""" BE AWAKENED BY SOMEONE, TO DIRECT WE THE AVERAGE MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD!

HOPEFULLY, THERE ARE ENOUGH PEOPLE WITH "COMMON SENSE" THAT CAN LEARN TO READ, WRITE, THINK! BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GUMPTION AND ANARCHY!!!

Wow! Yesterday's post sounds like ol' Glen had a burr under his saddle blanket! Yeah he did! Feels WONDERFUL to let steam off the ol' relief valve, once in a while. I don't like going down that path all the time, but it's part of us right?

I'm what's called bi-polar, whatever that means. I'll give a country boys definition, 'opposite' yep, see how easy that is! Ying, yang, positive, negative, north pole, south pole, young, old and so on and so forth! BIG deal! We all have good and bad days, we're only human! Sheesh! Just hand out some more of them new and improved wonder drugs for the mind! Candy for the masses!

I do get upset, strung out, livid, so on and so forth. Hey what's the opposite? A one watt lite bulb, that's stuck in the off position! NO THANK YOU!!!

I have a new fav-O-rite word for today boys and girls! This word be gumption, gump-tion [ gumpshen ] is that a doo-zie of a word or what?!?!

Things here in Daisyville, been heating up fer a while now. No, no, no, I don't mean the temperature in my neck of the woods, although it has be hotter than hell and as dry as a desert this summer!

How hot and how dry has it been? It's been so hot and dry the corn around my area never formed ears, not enough rain. Now the last couple weeks we have had some rain, too late!

Damn, damn, damn, I can't keep my mind on one thing fer nothing! You see as silly as I am there may be a point here somewhere, if I can locate it. Doctor Freudian Fraud might label me with some bi-polar lingo, manic depression. I just say I'm 'nuts!'

Gumption, courage to act: the courage to take what action is needed, common sense: practical initiative or aggressiveness, guts; spunk.... "I LIKE IT!!!"

This is the BIGGEST thing MISSING in my little world, 'gumption!' AIN'T none, around's here! We be missing the most basic roots, of gumption! OUCH!  Now we have a heap of what's called gums flapping! What we need! Is all the words behind gumption used!

THIS BEAUTIFUL WORD 'GUMPTION' SURE SAYS A LOT ABOUT ALL THE LEADERS EVERYWHERE! THIS BE MY EVALUATION EVEN IN MY SIMPLE EVERY DAY SURROUNDINGS, YOU KNOW, I THINK I'LL LEAVE IT RIGHT THERE!!!!

Hold you horses! I don't quite feel done for tonight, I have the hankerin to play with another word, me and Ah Clem talked upon last night. That word be Anarchy. Ah oh! That sounds like a dirty word don't it? I watched the first two seasons of a tv show a couple years back, before I hung the tv out to dry fer good! It be called The Sons of Anarchy.

Anarchy, the complete absence of government.

Political disorder and violence; lawlessness.

Disorder on any sphere of activity.

Huuuummmmm... gives me much here to flap my gums about! I, I, I mean to write upon. I'm not sure I can do justice, But I sure wanna try!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The absence of government. I do not think we're being governed right now!

Political 'disorder' we have that also!

Violence, we have that a lot also! EVERYWHERE, I think they're called WARS!

Lawlessness, ouch! I have not studied 'The Law.' I think our founding Fathers wrote some articles meant to be handed down as a blue print to be followed somewhere, but I'm just a poor old country boy, what do I know! Them Lawyers know more about lawyering than I do, so's I reckon they know best! HUH!

Disorder on any sphere of activity! I'm afraid that phrase may have tied a knot into this old country dog's tail!

Whew-wee! I certainly see's, no matter where's I go, disorder, everywhere! In EVERY walk of life! I reckon these word have beaten an old country warrior! I's ain't smart enough to play with the big boys! I did enjoy that tv show, The Sons of Anarchy though! I may just buy the third season and learn more about this here 'Anarchy' stuff! Ol' Ah Clem was saying something about a country that fired all its Politicians! I forgot the name of that country! I wonder how things are going there??????  MAN THIS THINKIN SURE WEARS ONE OUT!!!!!