i DID NOT do a strikethrough anywhere! how did that happen?
one of my favorite songs, sung by the rolling stones on their album called "their satanic majesty's request,"-
everything that we do is a matter of choice: i admire those of us that have been able to establish living off the grid, since they are NOT a piece of microfiche, they are NOT a scrap of magnetic tape backups. they meet you eye to eye. they do not want uncle sam in their face. in fact, they have set themselves up so that it's impossible for the federal government, and usually the state where they live too (particularly with expatriates, which i think i will become, if i can afford to do it--particularly to afford the drugs that my disabilities force me to take, since medicare will not pay for them out of the USA), since i do not like where our country is heading to, and how it can damage the real me and perhaps those that i love, who could get to be phonies and perhaps in some way, nearly government spies. you swallow the bitter pill of that way of existing today--you see it in what the teachers teach the kids. one MUST always be politicly correct, OR ELSE! you would not BELIEVE the posters put up on the walls of the Us, even at Harvard (!) cautioning the students on how to act when they leave the campus to spend time with their family and their family's friends. THAT is EDUCATION, ha ha ha!
you remember reading, george orwell's novel, NINETEEN EIGHTY FOUR, don't you? you know, it's about a "society" of our "civilization," whereby there are three world powers that are perpetually at war. always, two are allies while the other is the enemy. war runs the economies of all the three superpowers: war keeps people on the job. this is true throughout history. even building drones creates jobs, therefore, wages to spend within the "society" at large. so, when oceana suddenly changes its ally, the ministry of truth works hard, too, rewriting all of the history books in order that oceana was never at war with its now partner B.
all of the people that live in oceana, where orwell's story takes place, are watched all the time (as is everyone in london today). sex is meant only to procreate, not to share the deepest sort of love that we ever get. so a man and a woman become lovers and they FEEL good, in what they believe to be their private place. but of course they are caught. i will not spoil this book for you. it has an ending you will never forget. that book reminds me of an illustration done in black and white, looking like a photo of a city, where you see signs for you to buy, buy, buy yourself into your personal credit card deficit spending for the family plan. that's one of the reasons that i admire those that live off the grid: dealing in cash.
then we have politicians that want to become the next (8 year, of course) Royal Family that lives in the white house, yelling at one another, screaming what they think is correct (one has a real good front, a face that contains a split snake tongue), but never saying HOW they will work with our appointed representatives in congress to get "change" done. heck, it makes me sick!
early, too early, thoughts from "zombie woman," up too late at night in heavy pain, took morphine--how i hate it, so much so that i hardly ever take it. it didn't give me peaceful sleep, so i do not feel i am communicating what i am thinking too well, but it's a stab.
shared with you because the TV is blabbing movies now, where one ends with the stones singing that song.
it was an album that the first time you heard it, off you walked (not drove) to a record store to buy it, it was so good, much like the beatles' sgt pepper's lonely band, or elton john's tumbleweed connection. no question: you went to buy it.
so sayeth this old hippie here in Chicago, which people are running from, by the thousands. and i never foresaw that. it's all about the horrible treatment of so many needy people by the republican governor rauens, a real jerk.
but i will not talk politics now: i am simply irritated big time the more the two self assured candidates continue doing nothing to show us WHY we should put them on the Throne. oh heck!
i hope i can get some SLEEP now!