Is there anybody out there?

`

This being, being a bedazzled, naked eye and telescopically enhanced sky watcher, I’m aware that even the light polluted night sky can still invite the “Big Q”…

  • Is there anybody out there?

Or another variation of this…

  • Are we the only “intelligent” beings within this vast sea of stars?

Well, however we may phrase the sentiment, a renown, bygone astrophysicist and moonlighting screenplay writer thrice scripted a most suitable “A”…

“The universe is a pretty big place. If it’s just us, seems like an awful waste of space.”

Carl Sagan/Ann Druyan • 1997 film Contact • read the storyline synopsis, spoilers included, HERE
Line delivered (in scripted order) by actors David Morse, Matthew McConaughey and Jodi Foster

Building on that premise, the inevitable follow up “Q” becomes…

  • Why haven’t alien races made their presence known by… oh… say… paying us a visit?

Alas (long sigh) that “A” is inescapably obvious…

As ADVANCED as these extraterrestrials would need to be to have mastered interstellar space travel… well… it’s that very, in all caps, italicized A-word, which affords us the “Q’s” “A”.

I mean, what advanced, levelheaded civilization would ever opt to rub elbows with us (if they, indeed, have elbows)?

Not when they’d be fully aware of how too damned many Earthlings have abandoned:

  • Peace: by empowering insane leaders who’ll have access to nuclear arsenals
  • Liberty-Equality-Justice: by trying to install narcissistic, fascistic sore losers
  • Civility: by giving free rein to serial killers, who shoot up schools & churches
  • Public Health: by refusing to mask & vax-up during a deadly, global pandemic
  • Ecology: by letting corporations prolong our suicidal, fossil fuel dependence
  • Decency: by discriminating against, dehumanizing and alienating terrestrials

Even if interstellar travelers were invaders they’d still avoid us. I mean, why bother conquering the human race… ahem… when we’re doing a bang up job all on our very own, eh?

`

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

-30-

`

`

`

`

`

`

`

Sweet Dreams Are (Not) Made Of This

`

Upon awakening from a lifetime of recallable dreams, I’ve frequently mulled over the feasibility of online dream journaling. However, I’ve resisted making my slumbering nightlife an open book, mainly, because I’ve deemed my content, by and large, to be akin to a bedtime story; in other words, a real yawner. Uh, that is, up till this early a.m., when my R.E.M. sleep story seemed a bit more worthwhile and interweb interweave-able.

It all boils down to a specific dreams’ recursive, bothersome nature; of late, the bizarre manner in which my unconscious mind has been prioritizing a particular narrative; has become unduly fond of (unproductively?) sorting out my time served within a peculiar, particular gated community, a.k.a. Retail Hell (initially, as a sales rep; later on, as an entry level manager).

The, perhaps, unsolvable mystery, here, is why there’d even need to be a nocturnal rehashing of this epoch of my life; these dreams ARE playing out nearly 13 years following my injury-forced early retirement. Additionally, I’d hardly categorize more than 5 of those 30 work years as worthwhile and satisfying. Hence, my headline’s negation of the 1983 Annie Lennox / David A. Stewart’s song title, “Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This”.

Possibly, it’s my having pissed away nearly forty-five percent of my entire life within that milieu, which would account for this phenomenon? Might there simply not be enough of my other life experiences to draw on? My gawd, it’d be bat crap pathetic, indeed, were my so-called career the only aspect that had ever defined me.

Getting down to the actual dream details, they are, at best, phantasmagorical; the slew of farcical / surreal workplace settings, facial flashes of both wretched and wonderful big bosses and fleeting glimpses of the revolving door co-workers who’d been treated just as shoddily as I. Other mystifying dream elements include my neither showing up for work nor completing my assigned tasks on time, utterly failing to carry out the most mundane of work routines and, in the process, completely mucking up everything; all of which, runs totally counter to the actual facts; corroborated by my rock solid, top-notch, annual job performance reviews.

As for “the why” to my experiencing these (worthless?) dreams, the only working theory I can dream up is how that bygone era of my work life had been a walk in the park; when compared to staggering thru today’s zombie apocalypse.

Such an assessment of tough times, doth summon forth the 1967, James Anthony Dean / Paul Riser / William Henry Witherspoon, R&B/Soul musical masterpiece, “What Becomes of the Brokenhearted”: these songsmiths’ lead lyric, “As I walk this land with broken dreams” aptly setting the world stage.

Once juxtaposed, such a sentiment is totally relevant to the coronavirus pandemic, which has devastated, debilitated and decimated humanity; to a society sickened by the plague of racial inequality, police brutality, gun violence and mass shootings; to the delusional domestic terrorist sleeper cells, who await their collective alarm clock to go off; to trigger the unleashing of their deadly and destructive plots; all of which could, someday, trump Trump’s own, wide awake nightmare; his fortunately failed January 6th attempt to hack America to death.

Indeed, Sweet Dreams Are (Not) Made Of This.

`

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

-30-

`

`

`

`

Running: More Ways Than 1

The following story is true. My not naming anyone by name is the best way to further emphasize how the disease of racism is omnipresent and adversely affects all people of color.

During election year 2020, there’s an African-American candidate who is running for high elective office. Regrettably, his best shot at emerging victorious is to establish a gun-nut voter base; to pander to their worst instincts; to concurrently rail out against his political rival’s anti-gun stance. The irony here:

Armed to the teeth rabble oft seethe with bigotry, too; so much so, that were this candidate to ever go out for a neighborhood jog… well…

Many of his newfound, vile, vigilante supporters would not react well. They’d summarily judge a running black man “guilty’’ of the “crime” of minority jogging. Their meted out punishment would be too horrific to put into words.

Our only consolation, here, is knowing how this political wannabe is too smart to ever attempt running such a dangerous experiment.

Stay Publicly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

-30-

Fortune Cookie Blog (Herculean Task?)

 

To win the War on Terrorism, we’ll need to usher in a stable, global society.
To accomplish this feat will require heads / hearts harboring ethics, respect,
generosity, love, tolerance and civility; a green hued ecology and economy;
our commitment to end nutritional and intellectual starvation; our declared
cease fire re both gun violence and warfare; a cure for our nuclear insanity.

 

 

 

 

Taking Their Cues ~ 1 Quick Limerick #089

 

Wretched Trump’s racism, fuels hate’s flame,
Taking their cue, gun nuts murder and maim,
Next, real survivors’ heartache,
Cues Trump’s thoughts and prayers, fake,
Mourners get played like pawns in his vile game.

 

 

 

 

Gun Sick America’s Nearly 200-Year-Old Unsolved Problem

On this 20th anniversary of the Columbine massacre, my thoughts go back two decades further… to that January 29, 1979 Monday when a not-so-sweet, sixteen-year-old girl [1] wielded the Christmas gift she had received from dear ol’ dad (a semi-automatic .22-caliber rifle), [2] trained its cross-hairs on San Diego’s Grover Cleveland Elementary School (located right across the street from her family’s home) and [3] fired off 30 rounds of ammunition.

By siege’s end, amongst the dead were Principal Burton Wragg and custodian Mike Schar… amongst the wounded were eight children and a policeman.

During this stand-off… no less… a San Diego Tribune reporter interviewed the shooter over the phone…  asked her why she was doing it?

Her flippant response…

“I just did it for the fun of it. I don’t like Mondays. This livens up the day. I have to go now. I shot a pig, I think, and I want to shoot more. I’m having too much fun.”

Oh, btw… this shooter… sentenced 25 years to life… is up for parole this year.

Stunningly, even I can cite a gun incident… one that, c1971, went down within my own small, rural hometown High School. While our principal never made the details public, according to the student grapevine, one of our classmates had brandished a shotgun to hold nearly 30 students hostage for an entire afternoon. Fortunately, no shots were fired.

My web-search results report the deadly incidents go back… WAY. WAY BACK! Indeed, America’s gun-sick society has been the breeding ground for school shooters ever since the first known incident on November 12, 1840!

And be advised… Wikipedia freely acknowledges their lengthy list is far from complete!

That this carnage has been going down for nearly TWO FREAKIN’ CENTURIES… with no end in sight… makes American legislators’ negligence all the more egregious, shocking, appalling, horrendous, frightful, atrocious, abominable, abhorrent, outrageous; monstrous, unspeakable, unforgivable and shameful.

Forgive me for dumping practically the entire Thesaurus entry into this blog, but choosing only one of these words would not even begin to cover my sentiments when it comes down to a nearly 200 year long maiming and killing spree. Come to think about it… the 13 words I did use do not adequately do the job, either.

My God… nearly 200 years!

 

 

 

99 Word Blog (#007): You Make The Call!

How do you rank a society, which terrorizes / kills humanity on behalf of “god”… bastardizes “Thou Shalt Not Kill” to sanction foreign wars and neighborhood mass murder… lifts not one finger to deny guns to the itchy trigger-fingered insane… lets war criminal leaders escape justice… turns a blind eye to torture, human trafficking, ethnic cleansing, honor killing and rape… discriminates against minorities / the aged and disabled… rests a disproportionate tax burden upon the poor… intellectually / nutritionally starves billions of people… doesn’t boo hate / fear mongering, greedy, empty headed politicians off the stump?

Anyone care to comment?

Remembering Port Arthur, Tasmania

On this day 20 years ago, a murderer went on a rampage for 20+ hours in Port Arthur, Tasmania… at a former Australian prison colony and now popular tourist attraction. Armed with a Colt AR-15 SP1 Carbine and L1A1 SLR Battle Rifle, he opened fire…

Dead 35… Wounded 23…

For committing one of the deadliest mass murders the world has ever witnessed, his punishment was 35 life sentences (1,035 years) without any chance for parole. At present, he is currently doing his time in the psychiatric wing of Risdon Prison in Hobart, Tasmania.

While imprisonment of that nature may’ve made society rest a bit easier… one has to wonder… are this killer’s victims truly resting in peace?

btw, I’ve decided not to identify the perpetrator, by name, because any publicity runs the risk of breeding / emboldening copycats. Also absent from this posting will be name naming vids and links. For inquiring minds, Google searches can flesh out my skeletal blog.

So… what’s a national leader to do?

Former Australian Prime Minister John Howard, via the National Firearms Programme Implementation Act of 1996, managed to usher in strict gun control… and ever since then?

Mass shooting incidents have dropped to  ZERO!

Now… if only President Barack Obama could convince the NRA dominated, mostly GOP, knuckle-dragging, knuckle-headed Representatives and Senators to pass no-nonsense legislation… America could become a far less deadly place to live.

Just to be clear here…  nobody is saying that hunters should be denied the right to shoot critters for their dinner tables. A legal crackdown should only involve those who are mentally unstable and/or seek excessive firepower and/or intend to train their weapons’ crosshairs upon human beings.

Yes, I’d love to see a world where there were Zip-ZERO-No guns at all… but in our gunsick society… we’ll have to settle for taking baby steps.

That all duly noted, let’s now return to our own President’s woes. Considering how those gridlocking, DC legislators are so bigheaded and pigheaded, it’s a forgone conclusion that by the time Obama leaves office?

Zip-ZERO-Nothing of major significance will have become the law of the land.

It would appear that, unless there can be some change we can believe in… “We the People” will continue to go through life with big, blood-red bullseyes pasted on our backs… and…

The future of America is… figuratively… and quite literally… shot to Hell!