Losing My Way

It's the most wonderful time of the year...o wait that's Christmas, but still, tonight the barriers between the world's weakens, and all ghouls come to feast on the living's limpid souls. How wonderful. I have to comment on Seoul, where people died celebrating a holiday that is not part of their culture. It's as sad as having American football in London; a way to separate the suckered from their money. Someone made money selling costumes and alcohol as well, because when ghouligals come to such your soul it's good to be drunk.

Moments after a dramatic 10th inning homerun, an announcer goes to the dugout to interview the player who hit it. Frankly, I don't approve. Anyone not in uniform does not belong there, especially some inane jerk with a microphone asking dumb questions. If that puts me in the minority, great: I love being right about something so wrong.

I heard some ridiclicans thought nefarious people were going to hand out fantanyl to trick or treaters on Halloween Of course, fantanyl ²will get handed ot like chiclets; opioids starbursting through the minds of young Americans, leaving them vulnerable to progressive ideology undermining the very core of American dreaming. Is nothing sacred? Imagine the chaos: once word gets out about all that free fantanyl, hordes of glassyeyed addicts will dress like Batman, or Napoleon, or Little Bo Peep, or Darth Vader, or any of a thousand other of their fiendish disguises, and when all they get are Kit-Kat bars they'll be enraged. DRUG ADDICTS HATE KIT-KAT BARS! All across America, cities will burn. Sad times for our nation, sad times indeed.

God thinks we're stupid when He watches TV, especially during commercials. Advertising is proof positive that people are as dumb as rocks: first, those who create the ads for thinking that anyone would believe all that bullshit, and second, all the viewers whose intelligence should be angered by that crap, if they possessed any intelligence, who actually fall for that drivel.

'Is there no respect for the old ways?'

Obviously the man was mad.../ maybe that's why I think he's cool./ Great big books full of words/ that no one was taught in school/ The critics all saw something/ that was never there/ I'm sure he's laughing in his grave. If he can laugh I can too/ in the twisted corridors/ of the musyroom/ where the wonders of the world/ are there to be seen/ and never known. Wisdom won kissing the blarney stone

Who says God has to be large? He dwells in the quantum realm, beyond the feeble imagination of humanity, yet also within. His favorite color is imperceptible to the human eye, seen only during supernovae. He therefore knows all that transpites; with a simple change in vibration, he could lay waste to all that we hold dear.

Government has always existed, in one form or another, since the first monkeys got together in their bands so many millions of years ago. It was the beginning of agriculture that began the troubles that beset us today. Once agriculture began, people no longer roamed the world, but stayed put in the most fertile areas, which other groups would also want, as well as attracting marauders who wanted to take advantage of the work of others. This invariably demanded a more complex social structure. Soon population exploded, since the people began a more sedentary lifestyle, and were able to eat more. In nomadic groups, women were not able to have as many children as civilized women, due to fat levels, which were higher and replenished quicker in a city. Even though large armies could be raised and great battles fought, the fallen soldiers were soon replaced.

Know without knowing/ Go without going/ Show without showing/ That is the path to wisdom.

I once wrote a song with the chorus: People can believe anything/ but I know what is not true. So believe there's a God or not, I know there is a God. It's something that needs no proof. There is a God. He has a sense of humor. His favorite song is 'Barnacle Bill The Sailor'. He loves us very much, even when we're as dumb as rocks.

I am uncertain how trustworthy I am: I'm only three and a half years old. How I have retained my sense of wonder so long I can't imagine, yet I have. It's something I got from the Bible, about maintaining a childlike sense of wonder. Not that I believe anything but it seemed like good advice, so I decided to take it to heart.

This will be a short book. It will be about me, and all I know, and all I dream of, and strive for. It will be in no particular order for I can barely remember all I know, when suddenly it's World War Two, and rivers of blood run through the streets of Stalingrad. Not literally, of course: it's just a poetic way of saying that many died. I do not have the exact figures, but it's not important to know the exact amount. Even though I could find the statistic long before I finish this sentence, I will not do so. It will only leave me numb. Of course, if the numbers appear later in this book, it will be because my curiosity drove me to explore this dark chapter in history. I will attempt to focus on the good things, which is one reason why this will be a short book