The Age of Reason

What is my purpose in life, What is the reason that I have experienced the things I have?

  
     These are two good questions we ask ourselves many times throughout our lives , some never find the answer and many find the answers changing as we age and hopefully mature.
      One purpose I beleive is to be an example for others of how to respond to events in our lives, as either a good or bad example. We can point out mistakes we have made in order to show others what not to do in a given situation.Let me share some things I have learned.
    REASON- There is a reason for everything, we may never know what it is but there is one. Some things which start out bad can and often do turn around.
   RESPONSIBILITY- I have learned (the hard way) to take responsibility for my own actions, AND require that others do the same.
   RESPECT- For ones self and others, everyone does have an opinion, and just because you have had yours longer does not make it right.
   PASSION- For what you do believe, what you do and for those you love.
   COMPASSION- For those less fortunate than yourself. 
   TOLERANCE-  For others but not for BS.
   APPRECIATION- For what you have, for family and friends despite THEIR faults.

For a bit of humor I am posting a Seniors Texting Code for those who can text,

ATD: At The Doctor's
BFF: Best Friend Farted
BTW: Bring The Wheelchair
BYOT: Bring Your Own Teeth
CBM: Covered By Medicare
CUATSC: See You At The Senior Center
DWI: Driving While Incontinent
FWB: Friend With Beta Blockers
FWIW: Forgot Where I Was
FYI: Found Your Insulin
GGPBL: Gotta Go, Pacemaker Battery Low!
GHA: Got Heartburn Again
HGBM: Had Good Bowel Movement
IMHO: Is My Hearing-Aid On?
LMDO: Laughing My Dentures Out
LOL: Living On Lipitor
LWO: Lawrence Welk's On
OMMR: On My Massage Recliner
OMSG: Oh My! Sorry, Gas.
ROFL&CGU: Rolling On The Floor Laughing And Can't Get Up

      







       

The YAGADAWANA.

I think that in today's world (as is opposed to yesterdays) most people young or old do not have the Yagadawana. I haven't always had the Yagadawana and the amount of Yagadawana I have has increased or decreased with a given situation.I have observed, however that some people have never had the Yagadawana. Some take steps to insure they never catch it and many don't want it.

Yagadawana work for a living, Yagadawana get along with others, live responsibly, pay your debts, protect your country,honor G-D and get off your donkey.

I got Yagadawana from my Parents and was given additional doses by Teachers,Pastors,Drill Instructors and others.Some make a special effort to avoid Yagadawana or the opportunity to use it if they possess it for example ;
A- Many body piercings in obvious places,eyes, ears,nose,lips etc.(I have a pierced left ear this was done in Vietnam as a ritual and I seldom wear one now, definitely not when JOB hunting.,a youthful indiscretion-I do allow for those)
B- Tattoos is places which are obvious, face, neck, lower arms and legs-(I am not opposed to tattoos, I have some, as does my spouse, I think small discreet, symbolic ones can and are attractive, I have many dear friends in the "Biker" community, who are wonderful people. A little art is cool, but looking like the Sistine Chapel painted by Picasso is counter productive.) C- Attitude - is everything- I almost constantly hear "People just wont give me a chance, my boss is a jerk,they owe it to me, everybody does it" .and other self-abasing statements.Attitudes like " I just hate N******, J****, H******, S****,Q*****," and a myriad of other ethnic, racial and other stereotypical slurs.

"I don't agree with this war" as an excuse not to serve their country ( I don't agree with any war,but it is often a thing that cannot be avoided, just read world history.)

"I won't go to church because they are full of hypocrites" - this in it's self is hypocritical, you considering that you, yourself are better than they are., You can go to church with them or to hell with them. Churches are hospitals for sinners not museums for saints.Every church is full of sinners, we just call one of them Pastor. Too repeat my self "Sitting in church doesn't make you a christian anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car."

"I did not finish school"- they still have them, "I don't have a car"-Taxi, bus, hitchhike, walk and help the environment. "They only want certain kinds of people", yea, ones who show up on time, work when they get there and don't have a S****y attitude.

Responsible people, intelligent people, wise people, let's have a telethon and get people to contribute or apply for a government grant to provide Yagadawana for as many people as we can.

Whether it be by a swat on the butt, a kick in the pants, a knot on the head or good counsel and tuff love, please give from your heart and head today.

Let us hope and pray for a epidemic of YAGADAWANA !

A special for us oldies, I think "the boys" knew something !
(the highlighted links will take you to THE BEATLES, other Classic Rock and some cool stuff

Obla Di Obla Da

 When I was a YOUNG BLOOD for a while I thought I was a real NOWHERE MAN and then I realized I had a TICKET TO RIDE and just had to ACT NATURALLY . I never really was a BAD BOY 

I just loved ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC . I was  SEARCHIN'  for the meaning of life but was just finding I was THE FOOL ON THE HILL  and then I SAW HER STANDING THERE and said "I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND" and she said,"HOW DO YOU DO IT, I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND". I told her just "WAIT, I'LL BE BACK, I just know that WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS WE CAN WORK IT OUT." She turned her back and said THAT'LL BE THE DAY; so I said "WHY DON'T WE DO IT IN THE ROAD" she said your a "DAY TRIPPER". I asked "DO YOU WANT TO KNOW A SECRET  I have had a HARD DAYS NIGHT". She attacked me with MAXWELL'S SILVER HAMMER and chased me out into the RAIN and I joined SGT. PEPPERS LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND and decided to LET IT BE. All of this was LONG,LONG,LONG ago since then I met  ANOTHER GIRL  and it was just A DAY IN THE LIFE , I saw her on PENNY LANE it was LOVELY RITA METER MAID and I said "BABY IT'S YOU you can DRIVE MY CAR,pick me PLEASE, PLEASE ME". She replied "DON'T LET ME DOWN" my head said  YOU'RE GONNA LOSE THAT GIRL If you don't get a job and make some MONEY, she said "I NEED YOU, BABY YOUR A RICH MAN no matter what you have, I LOVE YOU TOO." So I became a PAPERBACK WRITER. Now it won't be too long till WHEN I'M 64, and TO KNOW HER IS TO LOVE HER.

THE END

A forever thank you to the beetles; Paul and Richard [Ringo], I am glad your still with us despite YER BLUES. John say hello to LUCY IN THE SKY, and George I know your playing WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS  in the MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR.

And Thank you,YouTube and Amazon.com

[I JUST HAD TO ADD Joe Cocker AND SOME OF THE OTHER "OLDIES"]

Wake-up Call !

"This is America, where a white Catholic male Republican judge was murdered on his way to greet a Democratic Jewish woman member of Congress, who was his friend. Her life was saved initially by a 20-year old Mexican-American gay college student, and eventually by a Korean-American combat surgeon, all eulogized by an African-American President."
-Mark Shields, PBS

     The Tragedy in Tuscon, should be for all of us, be a wake-up call. It reveled several damaging currents in American society.One is that were are seriously polarized in our political philosophies and opinions, another is that we are so afraid of being wrong, so PC,so uninvolved that we cowardly crouch behind convention in order not to offend. 

     The man who committed this crime was and is seriously mentally disturbed. His parents saw it, his friends saw it,his teachers saw it and NO ONE did any thing about it except to protect themselves. We might understand how his parents were reluctant to cause trouble for their son, they simple cut off contact, his friends turned away and school officials and law enforcement did not go the extra mile, they simply covered their butts.

      The statement by Mr. Shields, is heart warming and makes us feel pretty good about our selves, America has been called a "Melting Pot" for many generations, indicating that our country is an amalgamation of multiple cultures and races, while interaction is good and we have much to learn from each other we must look at the physical science behind MELTING. 

A- A certain degree of heat must be applied in order for a Substance (Culture) to melt.

B- Different substances melt at different temperatures.

C- Some substances begin boiling before others melt.

D- Some vaporize and disappear completely.

F- They do not blend,instead separate in layers as each melts with the top layers vaporizing as the temperature increases.

G-Some are destroyed by melting, while others are purified like Gold.

      I am an avid supporter of diversity, have a "Big Tent" ideology, beleive you are innocent until  proven guilty and love everyone. I am old enough to realize however, that we are not without problems and must be PC (particularly  cautions).

BECAUSE THE HEAT IS ON.

WHEN YOU LOOSE THE MUSE.

    AMONG ARTISTS OF ALL TYPES, MANY SPEAK OF THEIR MUSE, THE FEELING OR INSPIRATION TO WORK, OR PERFORM CREATIVELY. AN INSPIRATION WHICH COMES FROM SOME UNKNOWN SOURCE AN ALMOST MYSTICAL, SPIRITUAL, SUBCONSCIOUS CREATIVE FORCE.
    ONE SELDOM, IF EVER KNOWS WHAT INVITES, UNLEASHES OR SUMMONS THEIR MUSE. IT SEEMS, OFTEN TO COME WHEN IT WILL COME, FROM SOME UNNAMED PLACE PERHAPS CELESTIAL IN ORIGIN.
    WHAT GIVES BIRTH TO SOME BRILLIANT THOUGHT, NEW MELODY, INTRICATE DESIGN OR RARE PERFORMANCE? IS IT SOMETHING WE ALREADY HAVE INSIDE US WHICH IS SOMEHOW RELEASED OR ARE WE AN OPEN CHANNEL ACTING AS A CONDUIT FOR CREATIVITY?
    IT’S SAID THAT WE “HUMANS”, USE ONLY TWENTY PERCENT OF OUR BRAIN POWER, DOES WELCOMING THE MUSE ALLOW THE USE OF A GREATER PERCENTAGE AT LEAST FOR A TIME.
    FOR THE SEVERAL DAYS I WAS DISCONNECTED FROM THE WEB, I WAS DETERMINED TO DISCIPLINE MY SELF TO WRITE WITH BRILLIANCE FOR MY BLOG AND OTHER PROJECTS. I SECURED MY COMFORT ITEMS AND PREPARED MY WORK AREA. I SAT WITH A BLANK PAGE BEFORE ME AND TO MY CHAGRIN, I DISCOVERED MY MIND WAS BLANK ALSO.
    NEAR BY MY DESK I FOUND MY PAINTS AND PAPER AND DECIDED TO DRAW WHILE AWAITING THE WRITING MUSE, I CAN OFFER NO RATIONAL EXPLANATION BUT I PAINTED A RATHER GOOD ESSAY, COME BY AND SEE IT SOMETIMES, SOON I SHALL ATTEMPT TO WRITE A BEAUTIFUL PAINTING.
    WITH TIME TO CONCENTRATE ALMOST UNDISTURBED, NO PHONE, NO INTERNET, MOVING DONE [THOUGH NOT UNPACKED]. I THOUGHT I WOULD WRITE MY BEST PIECE EVER AS A BLOG’ER, A JUMBLE OF IDEAS IN MY HEAD, SUBJECTS I HAD NEVER CONSIDERED PREVIOUSLY, VITAL INFORMATION AND INSIGHTS I MUST PASS ON, BUT THEY WOULD NOT TRANSFER TO PAPER, WAS MY MUSE MISINFORMED AS TO MY NEED AND INTENT? WAS THEIR A MALEVOLENT MANIPULATION MUTING MY MAGNIFICENT MENTAL MEANDERINGS?
    AM I FINISHED AS A WRITER, HAVE I SAID ALL I HAD WORTH SAYING, IS IT JUST DROOL DRIVEL, [GOSH, I LOVE PLAYING WITH WORDS].
    COMMUNICATION DOES OCCUR WITH OUT USING WORDS IN EVERY CULTURE, AND BETWEEN ALL LIVING THINGS, WHEN MY PLANTS NEED WATER THEY WILT, WHEN MY DOG NEEDS OUT SIDE SHE COMES AND STANDS BESIDE ME AND PUTS HER PAW ON MY KNEE, WHEN MY WIFE GIVES ME THAT “FACE” I AT LEAST KNOW SOMETHING IS AMISS.
    AS AN ACTOR WORDS ARE THE TOOLS OF MY CRAFT, JUST AS THEY ARE AS I WRITE. THE ARTIST USES PAINT, PEN OR OTHER MEDIA TO CREATE IMAGES EXPRESSING EMOTION AND IDEAS, THE SONG WRITER AND MUSICIAN THE SAME, SINGERS THEIR VOICES AND DANCERS USE ARMS AND LEGS.
    WE ARE ALL TRYING TO “TELL” THOSE AROUND US SOMETHING, TO LET OUT A SECRET OR SOME KNOWLEDGE OR INSIGHT WE HAVE PENT UP INSIDE US. EACH TIME I AM ABOUT TO DECIDED TO CEASE WRITING MY BLOG OR POSTING AND COMMENTING EXTENSIVELY ON FACEBOOK. I HEAR FROM SOME ONE WHO WAS INSPIRED, AMUSED, ENLIGHTENED, COMFORTED OR CONFOUNDED BY ONE THING OR ANOTHER I SAID.
    EACH OF US HAVE SOMETHING WHICH NEEDS “SAYING’’ REGARDLESS OF HOW YOU CHOOSE TO EXPRESS YOURSELF, LET US “HEAR” FROM YOU.
        

THE BOX, THE BOUNDARIES AND THE ZONE.

         BOXES, BOUNDARIES AND ZONES, These are mental, emotional, intellectual and spiritual "structures" about which we are given many instructions and advice in popular culture.Social commentators, both professional and amateur give speeches, write books and lecture about these types of emotional manoeuvrings.
         We are told to 'Think out side the box'- [ to do, say or act in a way outside our comfort ZONE], We are instructed to establish boundaries and then on the other hand, to breakdown or cross these boundaries in order to better communicate.We hear of athletes, performers and others needing to get in the ZONE and others of the same ilk in trouble because they are ZONED OUT. While it may be a simple issue of semantics in some cases, I feel 'advice givers' give mixed directional signals to people.
           When I observe, daily, how people generally react and respond to life's ebb and flow I think we may have created some dangerous situations by allowing people out of their BOXES. Today, especially considering the "dumb-ing' down of America and the lack of emotional maturity and personal restraint which is found acceptable, the lack of boundaries is critical.
          Several years ago when I took some 'Leadership' training for the US ARMY ,we were taught to prepare out lectures and remarks to be understood by persons with an average intelligence and maturity level of a 10 year old. We were taught to make our points quickly as most "people" had an attention span of less than 15 minutes. Test scores of American Children continue to decline, in what I beleive is a deliberate plan to dumb down America (Tyrants and despots throughout History have known that the less people know and UNDERSTAND the easier they are to control).
           This being said and hopefully understood, there are large numbers of people who should never be allowed out of the BOX, they should have SOLID BOUNDARIES established and be regulated to stay in what ever ZONE they are in.I know this sounds tyrannical and despotic but in this age of inclusiveness and political correctness we must use wisdom. Some people cannot handle the freedoms and flexibility we now allow. I believe both in acceptance and "ex-ceptance", we can  accept people who contribute, abide by the law and social norms. You cannot build a bar next to a church nor a whorehouse by a school, I do not advocate the elimination of either liquor or sex ,there is a place for everything. In the words of the great Arlo Guthrie in Alice's Restaurant "they put me in a room with father rape'ers, mother muggers, hoodlums and deviants of all sorts and all I had done was a little litterin'."

"ANY PEOPLE WHO WILLINGLY TRADE FREEDOM FOR SECURITY WILL SOON HAVE NEITHER"

          

 
     

Missing Children !

     There are currently several missing children we are hearing about in the news, tragically most turn up deceased within days or months. While these incidents are horrible and anyone who harms a child should be punished severally, the real issue in our society are the thousands who while alive are still missing.
     I am not talking about runaways or kidnapped or abandon children, again while this has become epidemic in this society I am concerned about those who live at home and are yet "missing".These children often become the victums or perpetrators in crimes we have listed.
     Many are involved in finding and protecting those described above. I want to express concern for those who may live in "normal" two parent homes, who are well fed and privileged, yet are "MISSING". They spend the day in school or wherever and the rest of the evening and night in their rooms. I know parents who have no idea when their children come and go and would not realize if they were physically absent and they are assuredly emotionally absent.
       Many parents have their children so involved in "activities" that they have little time for family, driving back and forth to dance, voice, scouts, soccer,baseball etc.does not qualify as QUALITY time.

GIVE THEM TODAY SOMETHING TODAY THEY CANNOT BUY TOMORROW.

THE OLD GUY IS P.O.’ED !

THE OLD GUY IS P.O.’ED !

     Sense is no longer common, good judgment has become, just judgment. We are under a MISS attack- Miss-stakes, miss-understanding, miss-communication, miss-appropriation and miss-placed blame. We miss-cues, miss-opportunities, miss-identify and miss-manage.
     A once common catch phrase “You’ve come a long ways Baby”  is a misnomer- we have retreated, to a nation of angry snarling beasts, ready, willing and quite able to pounce on and destroy or at least maim anyone or anything we do not agree with. Worse yet, most do not even know what they believe. The following quote from the Dalai Lama sums it up best;

      The Paradox of our Age:
We have bigger houses but smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgment;
...more experts, but more problems;
more medicines, but less healthiness;
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We built more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication;
We have become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are times of fast foods, but slow digestion;
Tall men, but short character;
Steep profits, but shallow relationships.
It's a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
--The 14th Dalai Lama

  
    In the 60 + years since I can really recall any of kind real "memory" -we have gone from watching small flickering B and W images in an appliance store windows to screens larger than my living room. From communicating on devices attached to the wall or in upright rectangles on street corners to "phones'' the size of credit cards in each pocket. Some people with 2 or 3. When everything you needed to know was in your local Library or your encyclopedia set, to billions of bits of knowledge held in your hand. Even our food has changed, my DAD and I once thought Pizza was actually pie and a wrap was something my MOM threw across he shoulders at church.
      We see a story on TV or in the press and most of us immediately think the worst, why, because we want to, why does the media give us only bits and pieces, so we will come back for the dirty details. Horror movies make the most money of any genera, books and papers which depict the baser human experience out sell all others.
      The recent Tragedy in Tucson and the ensuing media massacre which has occurred has ticked me OFF. Six people dead, one injured for life, hundreds traumatized and our 'National Leaders' within seconds accuse each others parties of being responsible.{they should all go...}  

IT AIN'T ABOUT YOU ALL, AT ALL. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

Folks- Wake-up, stand-up, step-up and speak-up.

it has been said that it is better to be peed off than peed on. 

Friends both are happening to us.

 

5 Typical Acts of Politeness

5 Typical Acts of Politeness That are Inefficient and Should be Banned

When you’re waiting to cross the road and a car stops for you and holds up all traffic behind you so you can walk across – all of them now waiting for you (and staring at you) to get to the other side

When I wait at the side of the road to cross the road and you’re in your car coming my direction, please don’t stop to let me pass. I appreciate the gesture, but what you really seem to be doing is endangering yourself, breaking traffic laws, and making me uncomfortable, because I’m forced to make eye contact with you, try to smile in appreciation, and walk across the road, the whole time knowing that you and your family and your dog are sitting there watching me, judging how I look, how I walk, and wondering what kind of headphones I have on. The time it takes me to cross the road, in this situation, feels like an eternity.
What’s especially inefficient is when you stop for me on a busy two-lane road and I have to begin walking in front of you, only to realize that I have to wait for a number of cars going the other direction to pass. This situation can not by its nature have a positive outcome. The first outcome this situation can have is that I have to wait – in front of you, in the middle of the road – an inordinate amount of time, and cars behind you start piling up, all waiting on me to cross the road. What’s more likely to happen, though, is that a driver going the opposite direction sees me waiting in the middle of the road and thinks that they are now obliged to stop and let me pass.
And so now I have two, four, six cars waiting for me to pass, when the whole time I simply, innocently, and unobtrusively wanted to cross when the street was empty. Now I'm subject to the glare of innumerable eyes and the impatience of countless hearts as I try not to make eye contact and try not to 'skitter' across the road.
Suggestion: Just keep driving. Stop at crosswalks and red lights for pedestrians.

Holding the door open for someone when the distance between that person and the door is too large to make it worthwhile

It’s okay, really – you don’t need to sit there staring at me, compelling me to almost run, while you hold the door open for me when I’m half a block away. I can probably manage to pull the door open on my own. If I can’t - if the door’s too heavy - I’m sure there will be some other people that can help me pull its massive weight open. I appreciate when you hold the door open for me when I’m right behind you, but I would rather you not stand there waiting on me to get to the door while I’m minding my own business and having a leisurely stroll on the sidewalk. I don't need that in my life.
Suggestion: Open the door, walk through, and let the door close behind you. 
 
Long goodbyes
I don’t know what 'gets into' some people at parties or social gatherings but at times they seem to become possessed by this desire or social need to extend their goodbyes with singular individuals to gigantic lengths of times that can often approach 15 or 20 minutes. These types of 'goodbyes' actually seem as if they're 'hellos,' as if they're invitations to have a vague surface-level conversation about a variety of topics separated by awkward bars of silence.
The real uncanny aspect of such 'polite' acts is the fact that during every pause in the goodbye-conversation it becomes extremely unclear whether this is the moment one will finally say, “Well, it was nice, see you guys later.” The anticipation, during these pauses when one doesn't know if an entirely new topic is about to be introduced, such as "Oh, how's she doing?" or "Oh yeah did you hear about what Oprah gave her audience this time?!?" is brutal. And inevitably, some side point like the aforementioned is struck up, and to the waiter’s horror, a whole new person comes into the conversation, completely unaware that a goodbye is trying to be achieved. It suddenly seems time to get another drink, because you've actually just said 'hello' - not 'goodbye' - and you won’t be leaving for awhile. This attempt to extricate yourself has failed.
Suggestion: Say “Goodbye,” turn around, walk out the door, and keep walking until you reach your destination.

Saying “Hi” to someone that you know you will never hang out with when you see them approaching on the sidewalk and then asking them where they are going or how that person is that you both know

If I know you but it's obvious we're never going to hang out exclusively and we only know each other through some mutual acquaintance, please don't force me to stop on the sidewalk and ask me asinine questions such as “Where are you going? How has it been? How’s [name of mutual acquaintance]?” that will garner information that is useless to both you and I.
I don't hold you at fault for this, because I understand that you're just trying to be nice, and that it's actually easier and more comfortable for you to stop me and start saying completely useless stuff, because I know that when we first saw each other in the distance it was unsure if we were going to stop and there was some tension involved so you thought you would be proactive and friendly and just stop and communicate to me that “Yes, we are definitely going to stop for a second and have that conversation that everyone has when they're talking to someone they don't really know in a chance sidewalk-encounter.”
But by stopping me what you've actually done is stretch the awkwardness of the fact that we actually have nothing in common and know that we will never see each other again (unless at some party or brought together by our mutual friend) out over a long, perhaps neverending (and what feels like an inescapable) period of time, and I don't want to be here, and I don't want to be doing this, because it will just increase the chances of us having to stop and have the same conversation in future situations such as these.
Suggestion: Make eye contact with me, nod, and keep walking. 

Using capitalization, "How are you," "Hope all's well" and “Regards,” in emails whose sole purpose is to get a small piece of information

I really dislike the stigma against emailing someone solely for a piece of information without checking to see 'how they’re doing' – that it’s somehow bad to simply want to know something without wanting to know if someone is 'good.' Social conventions have turned an email that could, in a more efficient world, read “hey did you ever read that submission I sent last week,” which takes about 15 seconds to compose, to

Hi Patrick,
How’s everything going over in NYC? Hope it’s sweet. I’m wondering if you ever got the chance to read the submission I sent you last week titled “The Depression of Being Single vs. the Depression of Being in a Long-Term Monogamous Relationship”?
Just thought I’d ask.
Again, hope it’s going good with the magazine and all.
Regards,
Brandon Scott Gorrell

Which takes about 2-4 minutes to compose, depending on your familiarity with social conventions.
Suggestion: Do not think a person unseemly if they decide not to capitalize their one-sentence, functional email that is simply asking you to give them a short piece of information. Employ the same efficient manner in your response. 
 

THE SKY IS FALLING !

     I have written blogs along these lines previously , it just gets worse. THE SKY IS NOT FALLING [granted recently something has fallen from it] There is a certain element or portion of the populace who are immediately prepared to beleive the worst.The world today is a frightening place as it has always been, can you imagine the first sighting of a tree catching on fire from lightning [ run, the sky wants to kill us] or Noah's neighbors when the ditches began to fill with water ?
      Many people today are just waiting to be scared, it gives them reason to act erratically and foolishly. My wife's name is Beebe and she loves birds, should we make a pilgrimage to North East Arkansas, my son plays drums and likes fish should he make a pilgrimage to North West Arkansas . These "fish kills" and "bird drops" are nothing more than naturally occurring phenomena which occur everyday all over the world. Our reaction to the current situation reminds me of an old movie "The Gods Must Be Crazy" Click HERE.`
      Mixing a little truth with lies often makes the whole story believable. Fox News, Alex Jones and others of that ilk count on peoples vulnerability, naivety and even stupidity to build a story, increase viewer./listener ship
and make a buck. It has become evident that they play on our fears.
     We are pushed and prodded in to believing that every black is a welfare cheat, every Arab a terrorist and every Mexican an illegal.  
    There are problems to confront and solve but as long as we are worried about being beaned by a black bird we can't look for or fix them.

 FALLOUT HERE