Solving your problem

Take all radioactive waste
to just the right place

May I suggest Washington DC
For dost matter little to me

so to Mongolia it must go
for they do not know

never in my yard nor next to me
so far away tis to be

out of sight out of mind
in your yard… not mine

Send it to the moon, I say
get that waste out of my way

Leefeller Guy

 

Falling roofs among other things la vignette

The real roof over many peoples heads has fallen in, while a metaphorical roof seems to be falling in over most of our heads, as we watch the full of themselves solipsist’s constantly preform their political Kabuki drama of opportunism and one-upmanship shift shaping differences and the similarities of a disappearing the ever less different left playing catch up, merging with the right always attempting to out manipulate the other, with the right power grabbing here and the left grabbing less there, an allusive never ending dance of alleged difference.

As a skeptical believer of yin and yang, (scepticism which I am aware is ironic) the ever presence of two opposites seems to be before my eyes in my daily life, right and wrong, hot and cold conservative and liberal, ham and eggs, girls and boys…. well strike the last one.

In the world of yin and yang, there is always the opposites, covering everything, though it must be in my nature for some unknown reason to continue my never ending quest to discredit Yin and Yang? So for now, Yin and Yang can cover anything from art to politicks, religion to facts the ever presence of opposites, the opposing two, for instance in the arts of painting there is Yin and Yang of light and dark, the red and blue and then we have the Yin and Yang of politicks, the Republicans and the Democrats, good and bad, the conservative and the liberal. I find the Yin and Yang of politics so much more confusing compared to most things like astro science and the Pope. In politics it takes a tremendous amount of sifting to see, through the endless overwhelming fuzzy Kabuki Theatrics, which makes me wonder at things like Fox News for then, apparently no Yin and Yang their? In my case I am always questioning, separating those well choreographed hidden constant manipulations, never ending going ons, supposedly behind some dark curtain, shadowy figures fighting over who will end up pulling the strings, while the common folk gathers tidbits from trickle down mealy pablum.

So it seems to me, the common human may be doomed to a simple Ying and Yang of life and death But the idea of life and death has been changed, for it seems to have been bastardized by Republicans to mean; The Yin of a twinkle in the eye and Yang to mean to birth, for it appears in the powerful world of hypocrisy, after birth the living do not matter. To be used… yes, sending children into a world to starve on the street or die in someone’s made up war, usually a chicken hawks game of war. Where is the Ying and Yang in that? To bring one into the world then outwardly despise them? The aristocracy and the serfs? To be born poor or become part of the middle class, to learn unions are dogs to be put down and the huddled masses are to be manipulated like puppets depending on the whims of the few, supported by cronies. The so full of themselves few, as the monied, the entitled, the new nobles who just happen to be filthy rich and have the money to make more money, you know after all it takes hard work to obtain and buy power, This is the Yin and Yang of the haves and the have nots, the rich and the not so rich, the filthy rich and the filthy masses, some have the Yin of a roof over their head and others have the yang of of a bridge over theirs… yes, I think I got it.

For the bargain price of $150, you can purchase alien abduction insurance. The policy covers up to 1.5 million in damages if the claimant can prove he or she was actually abducted.

For some time now I have been worried about many different things, like the terror on war, all the terrors in between and even the terror on terror! But now I have a new thing to worry about. It is documented and known, aliens have been abducting people from all over the world but mostly in places like Kansas. One theory is these aliens are practicing to become airport security personal or politicians.   How many times have I heard of people riding on a lonely nighttime road only to be beamed up to a UFO?  I mean these abductions by aliens must really have happened… because why would someone make this up?  So now I have a new thing to worry about, as I fret and worry every time I am driving along a dark lonely road, especially when I am alone, I  feel the watching, as if someone or something is following me and I know it is those damn aliens wanting to get me in their clutches ( not sure if aliens have hands) and probe me with the well reported and and notorious anal probe machine, probably made by  Hallabutan. This anal probe thing cannot be a coincidence, the number of stories about abductions and anal probes exceeds the Fox News Category of reality. What is one to do about alien abductions… Well all my fretting and worrying has finally been addressed.

Finally our friendly Insurance industry has developed an alien abduction insurance policy, which covers up to 1.5 million dollars in damages, all for the super bargain price of $150 for an Abduction policy.  Though now I have something else on my fret meter.  Evidently the insurance policy can only be collected if the claimant proves he or she was actually abducted by aliens.

On the worthy art of compromise and the price of Tequila

It would appear if one finds a persons ideas worthy of agreement, this does not necessitate an open arms acceptance of all their ideas and opinions in the same way. For instance, if someone happens to find the sport of curling so exciting they pee in their paints and they also happen to like Tequila, this would suggest two things… one they find curling as exciting as watching Congress take time off… and two they happen to likewise have a propensity to enjoy Tequila. This is where the art of compromise fits in, one can accept the disagreement with the agreement, for if everyone liked the same things  such as curling and Tequila, I probably couldn’t afford the price of Tequila!

Chimp hords stones, while people throw dirt

A while back I read in the news the following headline: “Chimp hordes stones for throwing at visitors in zoo

Apparently the remarkable ability of Chimpanzee to save and horde stones until it became agitated when larger numbers of visitors attended the zoo, sets a new precedent on animals in connecting them to humans.  Usually when agitated, monkeys have been known to through dirt. (Actually monkey poo), but monkeys never planned in advance like the chimp,  monkeys always did it on the spur of the moment… so monkeys went with the flow sort to  speak.

Even more remarkable is the ability of some humans to have shown an ability to horde their thought  (usually one) and the ability to throw their verbal or written poo or debris when agitated, which seems to indicate some limited degree of premeditation on some humans part also.  This has actually helped scientists realize the similarities between humans to Chimps,  the connection is now closer than ever before…with the Chimps still in front.

Why The Pious Unyn

First time I met the Great Unyn I had thought she was eccentric and a bit strange looking, but after finding out she was a ditty I decided to make her ditty of choice, since we still have the freedom of or from religion, not sure about the from part.  She, the Great Unyn appears large compared to mere mortals, but then dittys should be bigger than life. She is almost as round as she is tall and happens to have a proclivity for copious amounts of Tequila which endeared me heart, since Tequila happens to be one of my favorite proclivity’s as well,  among several others.

I am telling you this so you can know why my blog is titled  the Piousunyn, (to be continued) after all it has been called to my attention I must explain the pious part and not the unyn.

Path

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Twists and turns make the path hard and long
In the shadows things not seen, nor feel they belong

Little sounds, loud noises stop us in our tracks
move on,  climb over logs that bar the way
keep on moving,  I say

move brush aside that would slap our face
we must continue with our constant pace

Stay the path, or lost we will be
When we get to the end only then will we  see