I sometimes feel I am stretched too thin in my mind. It seems the more I tie myself with analytics, the less I physically do. Of course, there are exceptions. I do like a brisk walk from time to time. But when it's hot outside, I find it's much better to stay in. I think I am on my third month of no television with the exception of golf. Oh sure I breeze around looking for breaking news, but the days of me sitting down and watching the news are over! It's amazing how much free time I have now when compared to the countless hours I sat and watched television. It could be that I was watching too much television and therefore had to slow down or stop. I don't know. I do know that my life has changed and I am beginning to see the world differently. I am in the process of breaking a spell that has been cast upon us all and it is not easy.

The fact is, nobody wants to know the truth unless "that" truth is of some benefit to them personally. This is the only time the truth can be viewed as useful. Otherwise, the facts are simply ideals to be drawn from as necessary. For example, take the JFK assassination. The facts of that case were and are of no use to the government. Anybody who speaks contrary to the Wc findings is a nutbag conspiracy theorist. Nothing could be further from the "truth." In short, Kennedy was shot in the back approx. 5 inches down from his collar and just to the right of his spinal column. The hole was seen and documented by Kennedy's personal physician who was riding in the "last" car of the motorcade. The bullet was then felt by the tips of the fingers of more than one doctor. Now, how can that bullet exit from the front of his neck and do what it did to Connally? It can't! The bullet that hit Kennedy in the throat came from in front. It was two separate bullets, period. And that my friends is all one needs to know that  LBJ covered up the "TRUTH." In short then, we have one bullet n the back that lodged there. We have one that entered his neck from the front. We have another that hit him near the top of his head. We have one that created a baseball size opening in the lower back portion of his skull. How many is that so far? We have the bullet that hit the pavement that struck Tague's face near the triple overpass. We have the bullet that was found in the ground near the street across from the Knoll which was pocketed by an unknown agent (who was pictured doing so, but later disappeared without a trace). We have the strike that hit the inside chrome of the upper portion of the windshield... and we haven't even gone into Connally's two wounds. So, you do the count. In this world, the truth is only as good as its usefulness.

Better Cars

Our family name is something we have when we are born. Nobody has a choice in this matter. For example, I was born into a working class/railroad family. Money was always tight, but my parents always supported the lot of us in the best ways they could. Because of them, my childhood in the 1970's was particularly awesome! Our family name carried no particular weight in our community. But there were many kids my age who were born into families with recognizable last names. Obviously, these names were associated with money and if you come from money, there are certain social powers that are bestowed upon you. Growing up among kids with money showed me what kind of lives they had compared to mine. These kids always: got the girl, had the car, had the cash, had the schooling, had the job waiting for them when they finished school, started out higher than most in their field, and always managed to get away with practically anything they wanted. I listened to the ways they talked down to other kids. I saw the effect those words had on those kids. I watched and befriended truly horrible people that, when talked to as fellow human beings, were just as confused and messed up as the rest of us... they just had better cars. I knew early on in life that having money was not the way to happiness in and of itself. It would never replace the human beings ability to be a complete mess of bottled up confusion and pain. But what a name does for somebody is keep certain doors open and opportunities available to them. In the end, we are not names and we are not money. In the end, we are mortal and the only thing a better name is going to get us is a better, more attractive gravestone.

It is somewhat relieving for me to have once again found coin collecting as a hobby. Although I have only been at it for a week or so now, I have came across a very rare and valuable coin. Needless to say, I am excited. Beyond this new revelation, I have not been in the mood to write as I have gout in both my feet. Both of my feet look like they are blown up balloons and the pain is almost too much to bear. I have been through this before in grad school. I had to get rides to class from security until they found out I was a liability for the university to assist me in that way. Isn't that funny? Six-grand a quarter and seven dollar salads in the cafe and I can't get a little help to class from security? Anyway, I am glad I quit drinking over a decade ago. Otherwise, I would be in seriously bad condition right now. I'm not too sure about my depression as it has been somewhat covered up by my "found again" hobby. I suppose if I think about it too much, it will only get worse. I'm getting pretty tired of worse! I'm getting pretty tired of having to tell myself how important it is to keep climbing, to keep striving for something better. I'm just not feeling that kind of self-hypnosis at this point in time. Today is a new day and I'm okay with that!

The people have always looked for someone to come and show them the way. They think there will be a great man who will come and take this country to a whole new place where new frontiers can be explored; where new energy is used and expanded and where new ideas and technology (science) makes its way across the landscape. This is not happening now as big oil has spoken through its orchestra of puppets: climate change is fake and science is a lie! EVENTUALLY, we have to remember that with every new form of technology, in many cases, comes less of a need for human beings. This reality is not necessarily being addressed. Grocery stores, movies theaters, fast-food joints, gas stations, restaurants, etc.. are requiring less and less people. There will come a time when there is so much happening at the bottom, so much poverty and crime, that it will boil up to the top and then we will all see the system at its end point. And when the smoke clears, the monied folks will climb out of their holes and begin anew by hiring the sick and poor to clean everything up and begin building their mansions. And the people will be without elections, almost like it is now.