Twist The Bottle Cap

TWIST THE BOTTLE CAP

Here and now, and am up early hovering around the zero point, balanced between new found love, and a dislike for the way things seem to be, in the world of material display.  No substance and standards seem to be on a sliding scale, as people gear up, and show their professionalism, or lack of, and of course I speak to the issue of presidential candidates looking for something that will separate them from the pack; put distance between themselves and their competition.  And it should be noted that running for the presidency is not something to be taken lightly. 

 

It seems to be a zero sum game,  and people have their own way of betting on the outcome.  Long term or just back from a vacation, saying:  “What have you done for me lately.”  Wanted this to be a blog about the love of life, and exuberance and excitement that comes from having passion for the things we are doing and creating a special relationship with that involvement.  Call it love.  Love the game or the situation that has me calling all the shots, and if I am right, I can be president of the United States.  POTUS.

 

Remember everything is reduced to something you can type quickly on a small keyboard, like your smart phone.  Big fingers and a lot of movement on a crowded train.  Somebody is hungry and brings out the big guns.  Have to stop what we are doing, be part of an intervention, changing the course of outcomes, and in doing so earn the French Medal of Honor.  So did happen and the media writes about it.  How young American military saves the day, limits the damage from an animal just looking for a meal, and in doing so goes beyond the zero point and adds to the folklore of how ordinary people become heros and saviors of life, just overnight.  And all you have to do is ride a train, and pay attention.  Have a plan.  Execute.

 

And then let others tweet and write and the rest just happens.  Overnight sensation with a lot of hits.  New front page news that gets our interest.  Only now it is digital and is seen and disappears before we get a true understanding of things.  Zero Point Tolerance and find myself hovering between a new found love, The Digital Sage, and something very easy to grow tired of and in many ways, dislike.  Can you say, “Baseball cap and Donald Blowhard.”   Using Tweet and Digital Exposure to discredit the competition.  And by example, if you ask me, “The methodology is primitive.”  Disarming, actually.  Targets the most unlikely source and people.  Get in the way and you will be steam rolled by a billionaire and by the media.  Digest that and then realize, your new found love has become a monster, growing larger and larger.  Now a threat.

 

That is where the American Military Youth show their strong side.  Stand up.  Disarm the bad guy.  Let others do what follows next.  Terrorist or Just-Hungry?  Lawyer Up and see what happens.  Jails overflowing and Guantanamo Bay Detention Camp is a United States military prison located within Guantanamo Bay Naval Base and it  is moving to a location near you. Making Nice with our neighbors to the south, Cuba and others. Places of Suffering are soon to be no more, or maybe we just change the name and the place and do business as usual.   Now we need to vote.

Humanitarian Good works, or execute the dude.  Democracy and we should vote.  What should be the fate of the hero guys?  And the bad guy?  Zero Point Something and I am still hovering around the whole idea, New Found Love or Big Time Monster:  Running to be POTUS and it occurs to me.  Is good it only happens every 4 years where I live.  Any more often and it could become so disruptive, it would be hard to set the table and put food out for those who need it. 

 

 Seems so simple.  Shake things up.  Twist the bottle cap and see what happens.  Champagne and the cork flies across the room.  “Cheers.”  We hear.  Warm Soda and there is fizzle and an outpouring.  Later we get a towel and clean up the mess.  And that has me thinking.  “I need a drink.”

 

Welcome to my world and my new endeavor; Project Life.  Am blogging because I realize my last blog, Killing Time was written 3 weeks ago and it is depressing.  Started out with the right theme about being retired  and having too much time to do very little.  Hence, daily blogging which became a once a week endeavor.  Summer and he goes outside.  The blog stops here, and we are left with Killing Time, which is a dreadful topic.  Now we need a replacement.  Twist The Bottle Cap and see what happens.

 

Not saying one candidate will be any better than what we had, but nothing remains the same and it is time for an election and another leader to step forward and show us what we need to do.  Start another war.  Just ride the trains and see what happens.   Compete and create jobs and a new found love for materialism and the capitalism that makes good, the assembly line and a new design I can buy or buy into.  Get a job.  In time, perhaps retire.  Do all the things we have always dreamed of.  Like being safe and putting food on the table, and maybe even go to Paris.  Perhaps, romance and fall in love.  New Found Love and a new POTUS.  Capitol Economics and The Elections are big business.  Billionaires Anonymous.

And here I am, seeking a new found love and a twist to the Bottle Cap Story.  Made in China.  But now not doing so good On Wall Street.  Life chaotic with the ups and downs of the marketplace.  North and South Korea staring at each other across the demilitarized zone.  And on this day it has me thinking.  Young American Military Presence.  Now French Hero for this week.  Makes sense to me.  Killing Time and retired out and about in Left Field, waiting for something to happen.  So I blog.  And that makes me happy.  Hovering around the zero point, and am waiting to see what happens next.  Election Year and people positioning for power and control and wealth.  It’s a business and can’t wait to see what happens next.

It is exciting.  The Donald says, “    ….not political correct and I don’t apologize.  I’m a billionaire.”  And has me twisting the bottle cap, and waiting to see what happens next.  Tomorrow will be another day in my ongoing Project-Life.  And if I have nothing better to do, I will blog.  Otherwise, Killing Time and absolute silence.  On the train.  Somewhere in Paris.  Hero Time.