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Month: October, 2015

When Life Was Simple

Oh yes, the simple life. I’m from a time when it took a computer the size of a large building to put man on another planet. We now have smartphones with more memory and computational capacity than NASA had in 1969 for the Apollo moon missions. Please leave comments on the original post, thank you.

A Poem – “The Definition of Me”

Beauty lies within those filled with love. Sarah, thank you for sharing any of my followers wanting to comment on this please leave them on the original post 💝

Galaxy’s Flower

Please check out the original and leave comments there, thank you for the art and poetry, it moved me.

Angelart Star

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☆☆☆ Tanka ☆☆☆

galaxy’s flower in starry night
delicate girl dreams secret wishes come true
mystic undying love like legend
graceful summer rose knows miracle of destiny
pure heart finds happiness with wonderful intuition

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1960s vs Post-1980s Liberals

Wonderful world, beautiful people is only possible after finding that common ground we share. Please comment on the original not here.


In a previous blog, I mentioned how 1930s liberals and 1960s liberals were strange bedfellows, despite some shared principles. The same could be said of post-1960s liberals and post-1980s liberals. The continuity comes with shared progressive goals on social, economic, and environmental fronts, as well as in foreign policy. The fault line runs along the general concept of political correctness and the specific idea of policing offensive speech. (And even in this area, we share a long-term vision of a society less hamstrung by hate and prejudice, although we differ on how best to get there.)

The 1960s hippie liberalism was more wide open in what forms of expression were to be tolerated. The conservative “Establishment” culture of war, money, and machines was held in place by conventional restraints on what to say, what to think, what to wear, how to live and with whom. The hippie idea was…

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Got this MEGA AWWWW email today…

I love the pics and story, check the original to leave comments.

Too much Too late Too soon

Rings true on so many levels, check out the original blog for more fun, information and sorrow than you can shake a stick at.

The writer's blogk

too soon,lateWhen it seems to me

that this is the end

you just keep coming back

to me, my friend

I say that word with a smirk

on my face

I can’t just be friends

and your shit’s at my place

you’ll look at me with

your shiny eyes

pull my heartstrings

like a baby’s cries

And it won’t matter

‘cos it’s all lies

Too much Too late Too soon

 © Kait King, 2015

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The Bad Day

Whatever happened to free will? Love the story all the same, leave comments against the original post please.

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
October 16, 2015

Man: God, can I ask You a question?

God: Sure

Man: Promise You won’t get mad …

God: I promise

Man: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?

God: What do u mean?

Man: Well, I woke up late

God: Yes

Man: My car took forever to start

God: Okay

Man: at lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to wait

God: Hmm

Man: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call

God: All right

Man: And on top of it all, when I got home I just wanted to soak my
feet in my new foot massager & relax. BUT it wouldn’t work!!! Nothing
went right today! Why did You do that?

God: Let me see, the death angel was at your bed this morning & I had
to send one…

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Tale for Hallowe’en

In the last few years I find myself remembering how adventurous my friends and I used to be. One year we decided to take a few bottles of home made alcohol, a few pills and some herb and visit a ruined castle nearby. One of my friends had recently returned from London where he had visited his sister and gone to a club to hear Pink Floyd. Anyway, as is the case with castles, we found the graveyard was the best place to sit and listen to the live recording of Pink Floyd, telling ghost stories and imbibing alcohol and narcotics.

The tales were becoming more and more bizarre as the night drew on and the cassette had been turned off from time to time in order to preserve battery life. Anyway, we started a story making game while the music had settled into rhythmic background noise. The story, if anyone is not familiar with the game reading this, is started by one person and taken up by another. As long as the story progresses anything goes. Anyway, this one started off with a few friends in a grave yard. Unsurprising.

No one noticed that Set the Controls had given way to Careful with that Axe, but the story was still miles away from scary at this point. However as one of my friends took up the tale and mentioned a mad axeman creeping towards the graveyard we heard a whisper say “Careful with that axe, Eugene!” followed by a blood curdling scream. Most of the group at this point had gone white in the moonlight. I noticed the music had changed and was now a cacophony so I let out a blood gargling scream and collapsed in a fit of giggles which must have sounded like the death throws of Caesar. Most of the group by now were on their feet looking for this madman who had arrived to terrorise our innocent gathering. Two of us killing ourselves laughing, rolling around on the ground. Needless to say we packed up then and headed back home, all of us laughing and swearing to do it again “Next year”. It then became an annual ritual not always with narcotics but every time we had alcohol.

Thought for Saturday 

Has anyone else found English funny? For instance rush hour, a two hour period twice a day when nothing moves very quickly. Or the old saying “button up your coat”. Most of us start at the top and button down. Or when gran used to say “don’t sit in your coat or you won’t feel the benefit outside”.

Where did these sayings originate? Did they ever mean what they sounded like, ever? I loved the view of Edison when asked why he’d wasted so much time on inventions which didn’t work. He was of the opinion that these were steps on the creative path, as such the time wasn’t wasted as he was getting closer to his goal with every step he took. Spin things a little differently and we can view everything as a step in the right direction towards an ultimate goal. Now that I have seen that I can start getting myself into the game so I don’t see myself as falling fast down a hole picking up speed and momentum as I fall.

We’re only here for a brief time to learn and we really have to learn to live together so we get on and help each other. That way our times on this rock will be profitable and help us to reach our ultimate goal which is to become a spiritual entity with no corporeal body.