Windy Times

 

Would make a good headline for the political debates and campaign trail.  So much hot air spews forth from Campaign trail it becomes a load to beat. 

What this is about is the wind is a blowin, not bad, 30 to 60 mph.  Enough of a breeze to move things around, like trash etc.  As fronts pass through the wind kicks up and the neighbors lose stuff sets sail.  One thing about living in the country is learning how to deal with the elements.  Make sure lose things are secure or anchored someway. 

60mph is not bad, I have been heavier winds, over 120mph.  Those get serous and cause major damage.  Major hurricane and tornado winds, batten the hatches down and ride it out. 

Nature has a furry that has no equal.  Yet man tries to duplicate with its bombs and machinery of destruction. 

When I lived in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, winds of 100 mph were not unusual and gusts over 120 occurred at times.  Had a friend who built a house by the Air Academy.  He built it using concrete and stucco, to withstand winds of over 150mph.  The Air Academy has clocked winds over 120mph so he wanted to be relatively safe.

Out here on the prairie the wind does not howl quite as fast.  It do blow a lots though and the tumble weeds get re arranged a lots.  Usually they get bound up in the fences and if it snows, makes for a big snowdrift. and repairs later. 

Like so many things in the country, the wind gets griped at yet what good does it do.  The wind will blow where it pleases and when it pleases.  Not much man can do about it but complain.

The wind also makes a good metaphor, the hawk. the wayward one…. or your choice.

Things that had been on the north forty are now on the south 100. 

Horrors….. gone shopping

Watched a horror program the other night.  It wasn’t so much a scary story as it was a scary mind trip.  The mind has so much capacity to create it is beyond comprehension.  And that’s what this show was about, the travels of the mind.

Where does the inner thoughts lead a person, what is real, is there a distortion, what am one seeing?  In the magic of video and acting the mind trips can be recreated to flirt with reality.

 

Deep within the dark recesses of the mind lies unfathomable stories of horror, real or imagined.   It is on these thoughts that the craftsman plies the word craft. 

Edgar Allen Poe is one of the more famous ones, then there was Mary Shelly’s tale and the king of horror, Alfred Hitchcock.  Their stories play out on our fears/phobias.  Monsters lurk around corners, fly with the full moon, walk darkened streets or are crafted in a laboratory.

Dreamscapes paint pictures brought to life with the pen of writers.  Generation to generation tales were passed on.  Evil spirits roamed the country side looking to wreck havoc on the unsuspecting passer by.  The mind’s eye creates fear that rises to the bait of the craftsman.  A ringing bell at midnight, clouds passing over the moon, loud footsteps on the walk, distant howling and so forth, evoke a level of fear in many.

The spinning of a story to scare……… begins in the eye of darkness.  Which direction will the screw turn, when will it turn, what is on the other side?  Are there ghosts, spirits of the dark side, what travels in the mind’s eye? 

I Say So….. So It Shall Be

 

Kind of a cute cartoon.  This was on the First page of the calendar for January.  The year is a collection of Dennis blurbs of wisdom.  The saying strikes one as being cute but look beyond it being cute.

In arrogance so many think that if they vote for something it will be.  Listen to the politician's as they are on the stump.  How arrogant they have become and how unattached they are from the general populace.

It is the republicans campaigning and they are basically saying the same thing that Dennis is.  I will vote for this and it will happen.  That is the mantra that Obama used to get elected president.

All kinds of promises are made and almost none are kept.  Wonder if there is such a thing for malpractice for politicians.  About the only recourse is election time yet we vote for the same old bunch of cronies expecting different results.

There is a time when the circus of politics becomes a cartoon.  Only problem is their cartoons are not cute nor benign like the sayings of Dennis are.

The weekend is here.  Time to recreate and get ready for another moment in time.  The days and weeks on the calendar slide along.  The days are growing longer and the chill is settled in.  Soon the warmth of the sun will chase the frost out.

Government Donations….. AKA Taxes….

 

Did some file  cleaning other day and got rid of a bunch of old papers.  Among them were old tax records.  Opened up a bunch of space in the file cabinet, surprising what one needs for the government.

I’m one of those who stacks and then later files things or tosses them.  So to get more space, some of the old had to go.  About 10 inches of space opened up in the drawer.

As I was burning the paperwork numerous thoughts wandered through the grey matter,  Danger time…. wandering thoughts.

Watching things burn, there were bills, invoices, expenses of all sorts.  There were long days, getting home in the eve just before the sun set.  Yet I was living a fairly good life.  Mortgage was being paid as were the other bills and a little bit left over.  What I had was the result of my labors. 

I watched the flames lick at the tax folder and wish it was that easy to get out from under a big tax burden.  Thousands of dollars I sent to the big house in Washington DC.  What did I get back for my labors. 

Some of my money went for basic government operations, that’s okay, some went for congress, that ‘s okay and some went into a black hole, not okay.  Money was given to some who did not work, some were big wig cronies others were called needy.  The welfare state was in full bloom and some of my money was going to those who did nothing to earn it but whine. 

There were times I wish I could have had some help when I was out in the hot sun working the long days.  Just one of those people for a few hours would have been nice.  But no, the government provides a living for a few that cry real loud.

The Republicans complain about the welfare state but do nothing about it.  Lots of the right’s bellyaching is starting to wear thin. 

I stand there watching the flames flicker over the tax papers.  Just like my money, going up in smoke. 

I do not mind helping people but I also like to see people make an attempt to help themselves.  The occupy protests really brings this into focus.  They expect others to provide for them.

Consider.

Recent headline, _________ loses lawsuit over tax bill, owes the government 77 million dollars.  That is a lots of money, how many people will that keep working, where will the government spend it?  That is just part of the tax bill.  I believe his tax bill for that year in question was over 200 million.  That would put his income for the year over 400 million.

I look at my paltry thousands and still squirm.  What is coming back to me?  Government is to provide certain services to its population but beyond that, have boundaries been overstepped?

The fire buns on, more memories pop up from the smoke.