Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Things are pretty scary here right now. Not a lot of people are talking about it. I think there is a whole lot of wishful thinking going on. I think there is a lot of disenchantment. I must say, I have never felt the way I do. It's a sick, helpless feeling. I see images of people on one channel that are the opposing images on another channel. I swear it's just like a circus. I can only tolerate news if there is something breaking. The rest of it is just repeating. What people fail to realize here is that if you are watching/listening to something long enough, what you are watching will tend to become believable over time. It is the same thing as if you hear oysters make a good dish-washing detergent because of its natural ingredients which have a tendency to, when combined with various other natural ingredients, formulate a kind of fast-acting cleaning agent in the form of foam... bubbles that scrub, scrubbing bubbles. This is just a fabrication. But it is fabrications like this one that show the power of advertising, which is repeated. I wish people payed more attention. If the real light is to go on, the television must go off.
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