The Untruth Franchise

The Untruth Franchise

 

Denial and lying about who and what and doing so with style and empty content, is what this blog will be all about.  Plan to have some fun, and does it matter that it might be at your expense.  Pass the cost onto the consumer.  Solid advice taken and recycled.  Matters not that for year ahead, the unborn children of this land will pay the price for unrealistic handling of living problems, we choose to ignore.  It didn’t happen.  ‘Who Me.”   Makes me wonder what  happens when you mention to the individual born in 1999:  “how about those Yankees.  Losing.  VietNam.”   And now I say, wait for it.  The blank look on youth’s face, when they want to ask, “Are you done now.  Can we go to school?”

 

It is not like I am planning to get into The Shark Tank all by myself, nor surf a tsunami without a life-vest, but risks and doing easy things for fun and profit, might be on the schedule for today.  Remember back in the old days, before selfies and cell phone camera, where the pretty little Miss and yourself would stuff their bodies in a small enclosure and for $1   ( a dollar maybe ), would pose and take pictures, and would get 4 tiny pictures on a strip of paper, and if you were so inclined, could keep them forever, as filler for your memory book.  Never did get a year book from High School.  Never saw what others would write or say about me.

 

As is the case, then:  more so now.  I am a ghost.  I don’t take responsibility for any of this.  I am a ghost.  And I own an Untruth  Franchise.  Wonder if the reader is surprised at this.  For me,  there is no future.  Only the present as it presents itself in real terms for me.  ‘Deal With It.”   There will be no consequences for cheating and lying and then at the end,  a full denial.  Enter the 2017 version of the Twilight Zone.  The Slow Motion Booth.  Seen and Analyzed.  Over and over.  Time is not a factor.  Replay and then:  ‘Go Away.”   And that’s how this will be done.  Over and Over.

 

Death and denial follow me around.  Live and in real time, but that hardly matters, as I proudly possess an Untruth Franchise.  Am proud of what I have and what I do.  Am probably the original,  “Forget About It Kid.”  You might want to request more information.  What’s this VietNam thingy you mention?  Didn’t happen on my watch, so if its important to you, maybe we can schedule a day and time, when we sit around and drink, and you can tell me war stories.  Not sure that we are taking in  the scope of all this.

 

The Children hear and respond in a certain way.   Its all new for them.  For their parent’s, well they are old people and have a reason for all the things they say and do, but let’s face it, ‘I am seriously looking into buying an  Untruth  Franchise.  After that, well we will see how it goes.  Will there be any common ground, or will we just go our separate ways.  Won’t know until I have more experience.   That’s tomorrow.  Today  I am on track to eat breakfast,  open the door, and go to school.  Where I will learn my lessons.    That’s the plan

 

“Liar.  Liar.  Pants on Fire.”  Is there a problem here?  I think it depends on one’s point of view and approach.  Lately,  I have been looking in the rear view mirror.  Wondering if Satchel Page is out there.  It is not important now.  Yet, for me some of his words still linger in my mind.

 

Quotes from the Satchel Page era:  1906 to 1985.  Old news.

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?

Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you.

Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching.

Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines.

I ain't ever had a job, I just always played baseball.

Ain’t no man can avoid being born average, but there ain’t no man got to be common.

The only change is that baseball has turned Paige from a second class citizen to a second class immortal.

Just take the ball and throw it where you want to. Throw strikes. Home plate don't move.

If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts.

 

And remember:  In The Untruth Franchise.  None of this ever happened.  Never said.  Never Read.  Never and Forever.  We made it up.  “That’s what I am saying.”

 

Nothing More

Nothing More

It has been a couple of hours now, since I wrote down this title:  Nothing More on a blank white Microsoft word document.  Saved it and then did all the things required to care-take my morning .  On the other-side of that sentence is the mere fact that I will be going out soon, have a movie and lunch date, and am looking forward to it.  Social Interaction of the positive kind.

When I first wrote down, ‘…..Nothing More….’, I asked myself.  “Do you really believe that, Mr. Stoney Blogger Guy?”

 

Gave it a rest and time to ferment in my mind.  Was like a branch tree or matrix and it had many ways to a pathway of inquiry and rebuttal.  In the end,  I decided to make this blog the least of my worries.  Was like there was a canyon between  “This is true.  And “This couldn’t possibly be true.”  Meaning of life, and you have your time in body and consciousness, and then we have to face it.  There is Nothing More. 

 

So now I am in denial.  Not sure why I approached this subject in the first place.  Usually for me, a title is but a starting point for blogging.  Is like it is a challenge to complete the thought or sentence or paragraph or blog.  But then its like I am facing a stone wall.  Lined up.  Firing Squad in front of me.  And I have to tell myself.  

“Nothing More.  Deal with it.”

There are times when one’s options run out.  The complexities are greater that the simple statement.  “There is nothing more.”

And reflecting at the crossroads I have brought myself to, surrounded by all this material stuff, I am absolutely sure,  There is more.  Molecules rearranging and staring out into the night sky, and how to account for all that is now being seen from space ships and sattalites with elaborate cameras and computers and programs for seeing so much more than was visible at the time of my birth:  1943.  Reflection magnifies the question and I ask myself, how can I say, “Nothing More.” 

Did I mean to say, “There is nothing more for me to say on this subject.  So I should not continue on and add conjecture to something that others have pondered and considered, longer than I.  “Nothing more to say, is more realistic to me, and my present situation, rather than, at the end of all of this, standing in front of a stone wall.  There is nothing more.  Nothing more and is an odd way to start a conversation.

But all of this is inspired and influence by the bombardment of media and message and fact and fiction, and I have seen for myself how ludicrous it is to believe a lot of the experience that is transpiring in my surround.  FALL of 2016.  Elections in America, and it is this that has me thinking and writing :  ‘…Nothing More.”   Now it makes sense.  Good to have context to set boundaries.   People will vote.  The vote will be counted.  Some will still be center stage.  Others will exit center stage and we will carry on. 

Nothing More and so is with that in mind, am thinking:  Trust The Process.  Go with your best instincts on the matter.  Odd behavior by one of the candidates in this Presidential Election.  Behavior and let it speak for itself.  Nothing more to say about that.

 But if that is true, and have opened up a can of worms, what next?   Nothing More and what makes me say that?  Is life so simple that we are born, live and then die/perish and that’s it?  Nothing more.  Then I look around, and from the core of my being I have so much more to say about all that.  “…. nothing more…”  Perhaps in the individual sense,  you could say something like that.  But its just what you are saying, your opinion.  Religions and Nations have been founded around this subject.  Now we are talking about sending human to Mars.  Will they go.  Then perish.  And then Nothing More.  I doubt it.

But that is the mystery of all this.  Just saying it:

 “Nothing more.  Deal with it.”  Leads to so many unknowns that I can hardly configure a space in this blog,  for my thoughts.  And so it, will say no more.  Not that there is nothing more to say, but rather as long as I am human, and am alive, I must keep moving forward.  Forward for me is lunch and a movie with family/friend and being out there, involved with a social interaction that leads me to believe. 

 “There is more.”

 

The Perfect Example

The Perfect Example

 

It was morning when I wrote down the title:  The Perfect Example.  Now it is afternoon of the same day, but because 6 hours or more have intervened, I am of a different state of mind, than when I started.  Not sure that is a hindrance to continuance, but must say some will question why I go on and on.  But in defense I will refer to the Influence of Ben Stein’s money,  Woody Allen’s continued ability to make money of the productions of his mind, and certainly Seinfeld and the staying on topic for a whole episode, even if it made no sense, then or now.

 

Perfect example and not sure where I am going with this.  Did want to stay with the positive trend that has occurred in late September and early October.  Is about my commitment to write more than one blog a month, and now that FALL is here, and the leaves are turning and have to be outside where the splendor’s of nature can be seen,  I tell myself:   “Now or Never.”  And that’s it.  Is all the justification I seek, and it becomes the fuel that drives me forward.  Speak or be silenced by the roar of progress taking over, before you can get a foothold, and are swept away.  “Now or Never.”  He said.  And that is a good example of will power and determination.  Not trying to be perfect, but like it when I can come up with something worth doing and stay the course.

 

It is becoming imperative that I follow through with my intent to write a blog more than once a month.  The person and the work, and I can tell you now, “it is obsolete before it goes on screen and is seen by you.”   Have to ask, “If this is true, what’s the point?”  And words create barriers between intent and results, making perhaps a mockery of the perfect example of a deed well done.  But that is probably a theme for much later.  Right now I must proceed.  Nothing should be allowed to get in the way of finishing Blog #2 or #3 for the Month of October.  Saying all this inspires me.  Have no time limit for doing this, but am influenced by the influx of energy that comes with fingers on the keyboard and mind engaged.

 

State of mind, and the influence of those around me, and it is a good, if not perfect example of the power of the collective.  Inspired.  Responsive.  Involved.  All this is predicated on the idea of a principle-driven environment.  State a goal and the principal behind, which in this case is:  “…because I can….”  , and then carry through with both deed and intent.  Magnified and directly proportional to how many times I repeat the message.  “Just do it.  Not required that the outcome is perfect.”

 

Cyber space and blog space and in many ways it is a flawed medium.  But that won’t prevent me from doing this.  Blogging in the month of October, and in the end, this is what I will do.  I am a true believer that this is a good use of time.  Committed by direct experience to find out if doing this is a good use of time.  Even if its never read, there must be value in entering one’s state of mind into conscious expression and then magnifying it by both cut and paste, as well as copy.  Size and diameter and length is just part of this.  Add the power of two, and recognize if you write it and put it out there, that part two comes when somebody clicks on your blog and decides to look at it.  No idea if it is read from start to end, but even so, is a good if not perfect example of the power of two.

Blogging and the number of blogs in one month, completed and presented, and now he asks:  “What does this have to do with exponential interpolation of the factors of a splintered mind?”  Does it matter that products of the mind become a conscious fractal of shoreline in the human crescent of fertility  that grows because it is there?    Questioning the value of something being there, like a blog in cyber-space and lost or never seen, because of the numbers of the cosmos too large to the  infinite degree, insignificant because in some ways it is like the stars,  just too many out there to be seen and recognized with a degree of individual significance.  And yet, as a human and bounded by the limits of consciousness and time, he persists.  Write.  Post.  Repeat.

For me, all this has to be seen with a positive lens.  Visualized in my mind, yet converted to the eye-piece of proliferation.  Never the perfect example of declared intention or spawn, but if it gives new possibility to the increase of life, or added impetus to the life of the mind, I am all for it.  Having said that, I wonder if I am blind to that which is gathering out beyond my reach, and is put into existence by resistance or aid of people, invisible to me.  Blogging and blogs and are they insignificant now, because other social media has rendered this so?  Problem and possible solution and am I making this so by writing about it? 

And then he reads the comment.  “Who Cares.”  And focuses his mind to the principal which made this all possible in the first place.  .”  And that’s it.  Is all the justification I seek.  predicated on the idea of a principle-driven environment.  State a goal and the principal behind, which in this case is:  “…because I can….”  , and then carry through with both deed and intent.  It may be that I am repeating myself, and indeed,  that is part of the methodology I have used, over and over.  Write.  Post.  Repeat.

 

The story is never-ending.  Not sure if once it began in 2000-something, that blogging will just stop and then disappear.  For me, it is a waste of time to even think about it.  It is a love-hate relationship I have with the printed word.  Books.  Blogs.  Content appearing in print and solid form.  Word power and I wonder how will we end our addiction to all of this.  Reading.  Writing.  Arithmetic.  Products of the mind and avoids the clarity scale chart, and he wonders:  “Will we ever know the full meaning of the literary attempt to write it down, share it in public or cyber/digital space, and give it a life all its own. 

Power of the Collective and because it is there, is this the perfect example of The Unknown now exposed and with a life all its own.  Literary Significance and an example of the power of the written word, and he steps back.  Sighs.  Loves this meta-material structure of appearing on a screen, with print button and function, not only possible, but almost done, waiting for you and your next move.  Erase or Print.  And he smiles.  Is a never-ending story based on you and what you do.  “Terrific.”  He says.  And walks away.