Dear America,
In the Presence of the Master
In the presence of the Master
anger and resentment dissolve;
you are filled with peace,
overcome with adoration and love.
Your consciousness is instantly raised
above the pulls and antagonisms
of the earthly plane.
From The Quiet Mind
Cue the first hypothetical question at the next democratic debate:
"Moderator" -- so Hillary, given you were at the helm of the State Department and directly responsible for the death of four Americans in Benghazi on September 11, 2012, we might as well say you burned the whole place down all by yourself -- and then, in proper form for political expediency -- you went on to lie to the families and all of America by blaming it on a some ridiculous video -- how in the world do you sleep at night, are you taking Z-Quil regularly, or something a wee bit stronger?
"Moderator" -- so Bernie, given you have declared war on the filthy rich -- many times the job creators, like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, the Koch Brothers -- and justifiably plan on taking all the money from the rich and give it directly to the poor, like a modern day Robin Hood, and already have Apple Pay in your pocket and ready to handle the transactions -- how do you plan on paying for the things that are left and unfunded into eternity...it amounts to about 200 trillion dollars,and a yearly budget of almost 4 trillion dollars just to keep all the lights on? Your plan just doesn't make any sense? Your numbers just don't add up. [For it is true, I looked at the numbers, right Becky] How do account for this given your inexperience in managing any kind of real wealth at all and looking like you got your clothes from Goodwill for tonight's debate?
IF it were me -- I would have had a signal set up in advance (probably the middle finger, facing towards John Harwood if you are really needing a full answer); and we would have walked off that stage faster than you could scream fire...
I would have even given Trump the nod to say to the panel of "moderators" what he says best, "you're fired."
And we would have been out, like a lightbulb.
I mean, seriously, the screaming at the TV last night must have been at an all time rocky mountain high (tee hee). Certainly, breaking Super Bowl records.
Here is a full transcript, but don't waste your time.
Be Patient With Your Days
If you are delayed,
if your work does not seem
to be developing as you hoped,
do not be despondent or disheartened,
but be thankful that you
are being trained for greater initiation.
No great or good work
is ever accomplished
without patient preparation.
Every detail of the soul's work
must be perfectly done,
So be patient in your work,
patient with all the happenings
of your daily life, and
especially
patient
with your fellows.
Easier said than done, right?
You know what I think -- being one who was feeling inclined to throw a brick at my TV on multiple fits of lunacy (none of which generated from the candidates...well, maybe just a couple) ---
I think we should take a look back at all the crimes that took place immediately following the debate. We could blame them all on the video, the live televised presentation, brought to us by CNBC. From top to bottom, they should be fired, jailed even; no, better, placed in stocks and displayed in Times Square for anyone who wants to throw an egg...one ton tomato...or a homemade coconut cream pie made with love.
Indeed, it was that bad.
I mean, seriously John Harwood, was that a comic book version of a moderator/journalist/trial lawyer/lobbyist?
So being a Christie lover, before I was a Christie hater, to now being whipped into a Christie conundrum frenzy -- I did like this part:
So here we are upon morning light -- an occurrence little old g never takes lightly -- and my natural faith in "my fellows" is strained to the point of insanity. And for the record, that isn't a good thing.
This about sums up the night, and it came from Senator Ted Cruz:
CRUZ: You know, let me say something at the outset. The questions that have been asked so far in this debate illustrate why the American people don't trust the media.
(APPLAUSE) This is not a cage match. And, you look at the questions -- "Donald Trump, are you a comic-book villain?" "Ben Carson, can you do math?" "John Kasich, will you insult two people over here?" "Marco Rubio, why don't you resign?" "Jeb Bush, why have your numbers fallen?"
Look up the phrase "sharp as a tack" in GGpedia, all we see is CRUZ2016.
This is my last favorite spot stirring the pot (prize to the one who gets that double entendre) -- and it comes from the exchange between Bush and Rubio:
BUSH: He wasn't my senator.
RUBIO: No Jeb, I don't remember -- well, let me tell you. I don't remember you ever complaining about John McCain's vote record. The only reason why you're doing it now is because we're running for the same position, and someone has convinced you that attacking me is going to help you.
BUSH: Well, I've been --
RUBIO: Here's the bottom line.
(APPLAUSE)
I'm not -- my campaign is going to be about the future of America, it's not going to be about attacking anyone else on this stage. I will continue to have tremendous admiration and respect for Governor Bush. I'm not running against Governor Bush, I'm not running against anyone on this stage. I'm running for president because there is no way we can elect Hillary Clinton to continue the policies of Barack Obama.
yes please.One more Rubio zinger worthy of a replay:
RUBIO: OK.
So good morning. It's debatable if anything changed after last night's thing -- whatever we might call it. It was a really big show.
The best news is that the CNBC debate is in the can. And I mean that literally, in every which way possible. Unbeknownst to CNBC, they displayed their biggest weakness right from the start...the unstoppable, unconscionable media bias that is alive and well and living large and lavishly in America --
We move on dot org from here.
Have a nice day.
Make it a Good Day, G
By the way, Kasich, Huckabee, Santorum, Jindal, Graham, Pataki and last but not least, Bush (blame not on a video, but perhaps in name only) -- God love'm -- have to go. Just sayin'.