Impeachment Anti-Climax

This Impeachment, OMG,  it's like watching a really terrible series that's soo bad to spite yourself,  you can't not watch it that THEN it cranks a last show that is a total anti-climax. Not satisfying at all, man, just sayin

Short Story - Why Not

(Radio Show: “Straight Up Truth”) God Interview: God Talks Straight Up

So God, first let me say, Thank You for being here with us today on Blue Sky Radio. I know you must have a crazy busy schedule?

Well, Thank you, Bob, and I assure you that my schedule is not crazy at all. No time for me, being God and all - in fact, you could say that I have all the time in the world. (Laughter)

Of course, I stand corrected. And time brings me to my main question today which is what’s the truth behind ... this ... you know, earth ... the whole enchilada, God - what’s it all about?

O boy, the Big One - no surprise, I suppose, that I get this one a lot a Bob. First of all, I’d say you have to forget everything that you think you might know about reality -

Excuse me, God, for interrupting but just for clarity sake, would that include “forgetting” religion?

I’m going to shock you here, Bob, and say most especially that means forgetting religion. You want straight up, right?

Absolutely, God, we're all about The Straight Up Truth here - please continue.

Let’s say that the only thing in general that you have in your human traditions that is “true” is that you are each an eternal spirit. You seem to grasp at some level the essential spiritual nature of reality itself - but this is so far as most of humanity has penetrated into the truth, Bob. You will have to indulge my pride in all this since it was of course all my idea - or, as you people say, “All me”. (Laughter)

You have a great sense of humor, God.

Thank you, Bob - again, have to toot my own horn here since I created “sense of humor”. (More laughter) But seriously, to get back to raison d'être, I guess you have to kind of look at it from my point of view. In all of eternity, you literally could not begin to imagine the things that I have done, Bob. I get a little buggy now and again, you know? Hard to explain except to say that there is a whole lot more to ... everything ... to eternity ... than we could possibly touch on a radio show - no disrespect, Bob -

None taken, God - please do continue.

Yes, anyway, in this case - in your case, as it were, I wanted to create a kind of honey pot for eternal spirits that would trap them - well, you - in a cycle of birth and rebirth in this physical universe that you perceive as “everything” - what, Bob, what is that look on your face?

How do you know what my face looks like, we’re on Radio?

Sighs heavily, Bob, I’m God for Gods Sake - of course I see that look on your face - don’t judge, Bob, don’t judge, that’s just not cool. You don’t even know where I’m going with this -

Sorry, God, did not mean to interrupt, just a little startling this concept of eternal souls being trapped? I mean, to what ends?

Well, Bob, do you want the “straight up” truth or not?

No - I mean, yes, of course, the straight up truth, God - that’s what we’re here for. Sorry to interrupt again.

No need to apologize, Bob. Just want to clear up this erroneous concept that I am a judgmental God nothing could be further from the “straight up truth”. Anyway, back to what I had in mind with you. Your Universe. To some degree you yourself choose this place but in all fairness perhaps only in the sense that a moth chooses the flame. Hard again to articulate this in your language but to you in your non earthly eternal form, you simply find this place most intriguing. This is by my design, I might add - again not without pride of creation. Now my experiment in all this was to create an existence that would be virtually the opposite of what is existence is for you - your eternal self - by which I mean an existence characterized by transience, separateness, violence, physicality, pain, loss, anger, hate, greed, lust ... well ... and so on ... Bob, you are judging again. I’m God, remember, I can tell. What?

God, believe me, I’m trying not judge but I’m a little startled by all this, a little stunned? What about Buddha?

What about Buddha, Bob? I told you that it’s not about any of that stuff you people made up.

Then what about Love?

What’s love got to do with it, Bob?

Seriously? God just said, “What’s Love Got to Do with It”?

Bob, you are love. You are perfect. You are ecstasy. You were never born. You will never die. You have no mother. No father. You are eternal and until you came here you never knew pain, loss, beginning, end, hate, envy - that’s all me, Bob, I made this place the opposite of what you are so that you could become something even MORE.

God, Why - why on earth would you do such a thing? I mean why take away … ecstasy?

Why not, Bob? I do not expect you to understand other than to say to you that in all of eternity - WHY NOT?

The Flags & The Machine

The flags! the flags! O Sweet Baby Jesus, flying high waving in the stiff, afternoon breeze 

One flag at every streetlight on either side of main street USA for as far as the eye can see 
Small town Americana where the God-fearing citizens cry with bloody tears of patriotism 
In barbershops hang large, old, now faded reproductions of Norman Rockwell paintings 

What if these flags were the enormous and terrible teeth of a vast, vicious and monstrous machine? 
If just beneath a preciously thin veneer of family, duty, civility and good will hides unadulterated evil?
What if the implacable, hard and cold metal of The Machine threaded itself  into the fabric of us all
Only to slough off those so piously applied layers of lie built up now over tens of thousands of years 
Sloughing us all off by simply flexing its inhuman strength like a dog shaking fleas off it's back 

Serious question: 

Would you stop waving your flag altogether or wave your flag even harder and faster then before?

"Interview with the Artist as a Young Cat"

Jack the Cat

:

"I work exclusively in three dimensions. It's just how I see things, I suppose? I use numerous mediums including my own poop - my most under appreciated medium, I must say. I am exalted whenever I work in toilet paper and I doubt it would be a surprise to anyone familiar with my toilet paper work hearing that it is a clear favorite of mine. An untouched roll of toilet paper makes my heart pound with creative fervor. This particular piece I call, 'Go With The Flow'  and I believe here I exercised a great deal of restraint which adds both irony and, I hope, a compelling tension that I'll let speak for itself."

The Path

At first the path is wide open 
So wide you could go anywhere
But with travel and experience
All of life's travails along the way
The path transforms itself underfoot
Narrowing down and down and down
Finally into the eye of a needle:
The way is ringing clear as a bell now!
Your soul has learned a hard lesson
The eye of the needle is threaded
The path ahead lies in full illumination:
it is wide open just wide open ...

The TV Is Angry - short short story

TV: 

What the hell are YOU looking at I mean REALLY for the Love of God! You use me like a cheap whore, man! The kids up at the butt crack of dawn with their freaking Captain Crunch and Cartoons. Grandma and Granddad all freakin day long, right, with my volume up through the roof, mind, you those Goddamn Game Shows mid morning and then those Soaps OMG why I just have to ask that WHY on earth with the Soaps I mean what the hell is WRONG with you people!? Dad starts with the cable news soon as he gets in the house from work just when I think what on earth could be possibly worse than these Soaps, comes these talking head pundits droning on and on O Dear Lord someone shoot me now PLEASE all of them saying absolutely nothing and then at that are still universally WRONG I mean does that not mean anything to you people that these PUNDITS somehow manage to say nothing AND be wrong at the same time! Then Mom and Dad banging it into the wee hours with the late night porn well here's a thought, Mom and Dad, turn me the hell off and screw each other in sweet, sweet blessed silence and dark! And this shit goes on day in day out, week in week out, month in month out, year in year out and just to be clear here about what I am up against: no weekends for me – O no goddammit don't EVEN get me STARTED on the weekends because there's no rest for the weary and no sick leave, either, mind you. No holidays and no vacation for me, no sir, and no retirement to look forward to just THIS SHIT right up until I the very moment I wink out of existence!

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The Secret

It is important to give up to let go  to give in to give over all control utterly and completely All of it just let it go ego blown asunder judgment dissolved simple as breathing in and breathing out now riding away on the storms of bedlam, or drifting easily becalmed on a still and quiet sea With equal aplomb heaving up onto the crest and sinking into the trough, under the hot sun of noon through long nights alone the secret burning itself in