Riding a Dutch Gal
The Power of Allusion
When ye therefore shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, stand in the holy place, (whoso readeth, let him understand:) — Matthew 24:15
CLUE: “God (Bible)” does not “plan.” People do. God did not write the Bible. People did.
God (Universe) wills. Read the data on global temperature and ocean acidification (“hoax” according to Breitbart). Do you see a pattern here? Authoritarianism: obey the King. Reality is different. We all obey the laws of physics. We will all repent trying to avoid them.
Have some fun with our allusions. So suppose dollars were just like inches… which of course they are. Measurements of some fucking thing. Say you got six inches… bucks– whatever. You can buy a really nice sandwich or a really good beer. Today 9/21/2015 6:06 PM ET. Along comes some asshole who says, yeah well I got a trillion inches. That’s 631.31 times around around the world.
Lots of assholes got a million bucks. In inches, that’s 15. 7828 miles. Do you believe that shit? How big a truck would carry that much silly string? So go into math-“wonk mode” and try to fathom some kind of trillion inch “conspiracy” from the standpoint of some four-buck motherfucker. Big Mac and a Tallboy maybe? Same nasty shit as barrel or blade length.
We do not need to allude any of those things. Did you know God used emoticons? Right at the end of the epigraph… See it? When was the last time you saw a thousand dollars in currency? That’s 83′ 4″ and you could barely get it into your yard. Or meter… pint or pound the same all world around. There is only so much oil in the ground. Call it a buck or ground chuck. Maybe we make our won reality. Making our own perceptions is side-show magic- delusion illusion.
The allusions are there… but not the hare. Eye bee justice silly wabbit. Reverbend is a real old solder. Remember this girl blogger from Baghdad? Faded away for six years. Popped in and out two years ago. Gave up looking for Riverbend. Don’t know if I missed the 2013 post or just forgot. And that’s the way you do it. Slipcraft. She’s good. Young woman- old soldier. Riverbend will never die. Never will Rossini.
War makes old soldiers out of young people. There are no old bold pilots. Thought the Curtster had it made. While I am now dreaming of escaping back to Hessen… Curt figured it out years ago. Escape… and stay escaped. Long as possible. Having a Harley in Hessen. Now that’s fucking class. First class. American. Goddam. There was a time when strangers were welcome here. That was before we hijacked the American name and most of the land mass.
So Thomas Piketty writes “Capital in the Twenty-First Century.” You probably already knew about it… but wouldn’t have forgotten this. It’s one of those skull-buster solo road-trip talking books that you can listen to for about 8 hours until your brain explodes. Brief History of Time was like that. There’s this huge WWI thing that has lasted through both coasts. Ask me about the Schlieffen Plan. I learned in Ireland that you can’t take the Country out of the boy.
Boys and their toys goes without saying.
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Whew…. !!! Never know of Riverbend. It makes me worried that she’s ok. If YOU couldn’t find her….don’t suppose I’ll ever know what happened to her. Feel like we live under governments that are too large and too isolated. Wonder if we can live without them. I suppose most of us try to do so. Except when we want g’mint money like social security, or need the assistance of one of our embassies somewhere. I tried to follow Mike Wallace’s information, and read part of one of his articles, but decided I’d not know a kipper from a hearing. So, I’ll have to trust my eyes and disbelieve him. Doesn’t matter what I believe though, does it? Why don’t you post on FB? I posted the blog from Riverbend. I’m curious if anyone else knows of her or cares. Time seems to be crunched when I have to figure out what to do each week and GRADE kids. We have meetings three days a week in which we are told some other method to do things, some other system to follow. I wish I had a brain, sometimes, that processes more like yours and Pancho’s brains do. I’d be able to speak to this inanity that I see. But my voice is a cry in the wilderness and folks need their jobs to support kids, sick spouses, older parents — we’re all just trying to get by. There isn’t a lot of places to go, at least without, as you said, beginning to live like a refugee. Friendships diminish and interconnections are lost. We need each other, more than I’ve understood. I dream of reestablishing a livable compound. Kids say it’s possibly here, but I dream of a little less chaotic land (minus highways, superstores, and mortgages). Don’t know if it’s possible, but what that we can dream is not possible? <3 …. R