L.W.M @ 6:04 always can continue to 'cut and paste' those excellent lessons from history. Thanks.

- A comment from another had me shake my head with agreement. I read some past history via literature and commentary, but I always thought a slower admonishment of decency in American culture would mean civil strife and a vacuum of hate, would create a whirlwind-vortex of potential ruin, but not so fast as 5 or 6 years! It was festering ugly, but the bush butchers have pierced and slain...War comes to our land again. gads.

The 'beast' who tortures is tortured to the grave. I heard that and a tortured person who never makes mends with a conscience, always goes berserk, and rapidly insane, and actually welcomes a relief when dumped into a piece of real estate plot? This is truly a horrible reign (sprinkles are called for all day today) that disburses a poison forked fanged in a very ill-notion of a republic, or liberty, and or real freedom. Is there a due Justice for them? My hope, and the sooner the better, yes. I say all 100% of the masses on Earth should know neocons like Hiatt's who hate are ruinous to every living thing.

Never ever underestimate how ugly-evil, and rapidly, the leaven can spread to spoil a whole batch of Pinot Noir or Merlot. Bad bread. No holy communion. Holy hell, instead.

The End Time? wow. I do know the end time comes when the bucket of life gets kicked and the contents is spilt. I can agree easily with Mentarch and I realize life gets complicated if our questions demand a firm solid answer, but, imo, when I am 6-feet under the green sod, or sitting in a rattlesnake stone pile, and well hidden by pinkish flowering, green leaf mountain laurel, it's the end. I'm not even sure that is absolutely true. I/you/bush's, may become dust particles reflecting light rays in dust or misty or sparkle in a clump and mistake it for a diamond stuck in a flop of cow-Odo...(?)...The end. How now, brown eye cow. Ever sit in a field and chew cud?

Oh, ah-o. If I am humming under a blue sky or sitting in a musty smelling church, "Jesus-joy of humanities desiring" or preferably, it be a wild wild, endmost courtship. If I went off to some cave with a piano player named Kalypo? And enjoyed Kalypo day and night, remaining in a hidden-cave, simply craving her while she play a pump organ (suite) and wow damn bangs those ivory key...She drives me crazy!

It may mean I live in exile and never reconcile at a home with irritable Penelope? It ain't ever easy. It's geographical, moral, profoundly spiritual, and realizing we must set boundary to restore order within us and stop ill-governance. A test in loyalty is very private and personal, so it may mean we get on our knees, the day before we die, as was the case with the Odyssey, and plant a tree...

We get some scars and bruises in our journey. Look at the concentricity opportunities we have to get centered and begin to discover something, now or never, never, never, ever? I'm thinking about the concentricity of a flower blossom in the 21-century. They still have a pistol and enclosed within those pretty blossoms may be a secret mystery? A human can long to feel at peace at a homeplace (and stick chew gum on a bedpost) and see partiality, glimmers of hope, but it's wise to know our limits and boundaries or we'll be in a crisis upon a quick crisis, one after another. wow. A cat will bite our tongue?

We can act with affection or dangerous anger. We can laze into a deserved and be rewarded with old age and rest. Or, maybee with the lioness Penelope? Or, mebee a mangy dead dog that is full of vengeance? People HERE at the lazy wild Salon have reminded me of this and that when they say the same thing...Zeus discusses lots of good stuff. Others do here too.

"Ah how shameless," says Zeus.

"They ignore warnings.

They keep up the murder.

They lie and will seduce."

Also:

"the way these mortals blame the gods,

From us alone, they say, come all their miseries, yes,

but they them self, with their own reckless ways,

compound their pains beyond their proper share.*

The Indians could not figure why colonialist on Sunday sang hoopla-lulu with Henryetta. Under a dome shaped blue sky on a Monday's through Sunday, they would kill ya!

Ever look up into the sky filled with cumulus clouds (yesterday) to see tigers, lambs, naked gals and guys...and even teddy bears, stuffed polar bears, beer brewers, and lions dozing with the rams and some chickens? Hey, 'shad-fish' too can fly.

Why? They just want to? Holy cream chowder bowls.