I believe that God chooses our parents but it is up to each one of us
to trust our own judgment right from the start and it begins with knowing one’s
own body and not letting others decide whether in fact one is too sick to go to
school while still finding the strength to play with friends unless of course
it is to keep a lonely parent company. Well adjusted kids grow up to be well
adjusted adults who learn to roll with the punches and know exactly when enough
is enough including how hard to party.
As limitless as the mind is to dream, to resolve the problems of the
universe, which are all there for the taking, it is, however, incapable of
partying given poor conditioning. Malnutrition begins and ends with our heads
and why our hair is the last spot to “loose it” in the war against over
controlling parents, “use it or lose it.”
A will that has the children becoming responsible for their financial
well being at an age where they can appreciate their own bodies, their most
valuable asset, it also protects the other spouse from any abuse getting
physical for if the testosterone gets out of control and results in a spouse’s
death, not only will the surviving spouse run the risk of being forcibly moved
out of town but the kids will receive a check that has the over controlling
parent checkmated who will be forced to find a whole new bunch of friends who
will ask,
“So I understand the need to have got rid of the idiot
bitch but explain how she had the warewithal to cloth the kids so well while
being 6 feet under. Really now you must have married a witch, wouldn’t you
agree? Now go join the ministry, better yet go shoot a duck and while you are
at I see no reason why you shouldn’t try at least shooting yourself in the foot
and when that gets boring try some stretching like placing the barrel of the
gun between your legs and when pulling the trigger kiss your ass goodbye.”
[sic]
Keeping the world in check begins first with our own families and then the circle is expanded
until such time as everyone knows the golden rules, golden triangles the key to
understanding motion to mention little of the importance of triangulation in us
all becoming one and of course the McDonalds of the world could also benefit by
getting a facelift or tTOo
or simply flipping their sign and getting with the X
as their stock plunges the result of kids getting schooled in BUSes and better playgrounds to mention in passing the
importance of playtime with their friends.
Investing in ourselves begins with taking the time to know our bodies
which is akin to learning how easy it is to prepare soup from scratch adding
and mixing only the best of ingredients according to individual taste as
opposed to eating out at a restaurant where one hopes the heat from the stove
will dissipate the germs from unwashed hands to mention little of their being
no safeguards in place from a warped mind hell bent on giving it back in spades
for the ills done by previous generations.
Jesse Jackson is one example of someone who hasn’t learned very much
since he spat on patrons’ food, still looking for handouts that ultimately end
up mostly costing the poor whose mindset becomes one of entitlement. If ever
there was an Uncle Tom amongst the
Democrats in the United
States it is unquestionably this rat who
belongs in a hole, a very deep black hole is what I believe God will draft him
into only once we are finished off exposing his behind to the NextraTerrestrial
cold front.
As one heats up the soup one can keep adding stuff as long as the pan
is big enough freezing what remains is always a good option which puts to rest
the notion that one shouldn’t bite off more than one can chew. Learning at an
early age to hold one’s tongue is a virtue taught to us from the beginning of
time, “Tis better to let people think you to be a fool than to speak out and
remove all doubt.” If one simply looks at those who spoke out against the ills
of society too early in life to have mastered more than a trick or too no matter
how inspired it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out that enjoying life
doesn’t mean one has to go over the moon and risk life and limb.
NextraTerrestrial is about each one of us sharing our experiences
lending a hand or too to those most in need and making the most outrageous, the
most rapacious pay through the nose. And why shouldn’t folks like Warren “Bail me Out” Buffet or Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman
or George Soros and Co be made to work soup kitchens?
With modern technology we can watch to make sure they clean their hands
after going to the toilet to mention little of seeing whether they are peeing
on the seat, at least having them wipe up. Soon it may be possible to make sure
they clean their butt holes given the technology now available that has fiber
optic cables being pulled along by miniature robots through the sewer lines.
It’s been a while since I spoke with King Golden
Jnr and for all I know this technology may have already found its
way into the White House.
Mr. Golden is a die hard Democrat and remains embittered by not having
acted crazy during the 1972 Democratic primaries and thrown himself off the
flat bed trailer where he was standing alongside Senator Muskie and into the
crowd to distract the media who had been brilliant enough to know how to get to
the Senator’s soft underbelly.
Today the media is nothing more than an extension of the ruling elite
with very few folks really speaking what is on their minds. There are, however,
exceptions like Howard Stern who for all I know may in fact be towing the line
since I don’t really listen that much to the radio either and although I own a
TV it is not hooked up to anything at this time. Time is fast approaching stand
still as folks around the world are looking for something more than more of the
same.
Interesting things are happening to folks who know a thing or two about
how the game is played and what it takes to be a winner is as telling as
an electronic response from one of Mr. Golden’s closest buddies who happens to
be a lawyer for the National Association of Broadcasters commonly known as NAB.
More than a decade ago Val, King and I came very close to crashing and
burning soon after we entered Mexican airspace. We weren’t, however, flying in
a private jet but I for one was as high as a kite having just begun to read
Howard Stern’s Private Parts. A Mexican police officer on a motorcycle decided
that we looked the part and pulled us over. Now I wasn’t exactly reading and
driving and handed him the ashtray
as he had requested, making certain though that the book was in full view. I
wasn’t exactly thinking of bribing the police officer given some of the stories
that were going around at the time of Federales planting drugs on innocent
folks but nor was I willing to put my trust in my two companions who both
happen to be rather well-schooled attorneys who probably believed they had more
to lose than me even though I was the one who buttered the most bread.
Time is and has always been my most valuable resource and when I give
of my time I always expect a rather healthy return and I was not in the mood
for Mr. Golden deciding to be a hero or Val possibly reading this gentleman who
was acting very proper the riot act although I seem to recall worry beads
rattling like never before. On the other hand it could simply have been more
brain particles falling out the result of their “open mindedness” nothing
whatsoever to do with ties
to the underworld. Mr. Golden although
raised Catholic has this thing about Jesus, which every so often he pulls out
as though it was the real deal although he warned me in advance that my current
“travel companion” was a “witch.”
He and I have done a deal or tTOo
in our time but the best of the deals involved a now deceased friend who didn’t
exactly get all that I thought he bargained for and the book I am writing Manager Minute One may address this point which must
make Mr. Golden as nervous as when he was fidgeting in the back seat of my Jeep
that like each of our vehicles has a history to it.
There is history being repeated everywhere we look and why we need to
break away at times from those who we think we know best to smell the roses to
check in with others who are not necessarily as enamored with their own self
importance. Howard Stern perhaps more so than any other person in
the media seems to have managed to
keep his wit about him while others have simply caved in to the status quo. I
for one believe it has a lot to do with his upbringing having been raised in a
somewhat dysfunctional family but surrounded by a lot of black people who tTOo
realize that life can be cut short at any moment.
It is the Zquestion
of what makes us all different which has me today the most fixated since there
is now more than ever little time to lose.
Should we go to war with Iraq
before the stock markets tumble will make little or no difference given the
current state of the world economy, bearing in mind that since birth we have
been programmed to think that insurance protects us while doing nothing to
engender responsibility. The collapse of the world’s insurance market will
mostly impact western societies although there will undoubtedly be collateral
damage throughout most regions of the world but the ones mostly affected are
going to be the ones who are dependant on government to fill the pot holes
since they soon wont even have a pot to pee in let alone worry about driving to
work to mention little of the critical need to service the poor who will soon
hit the streets knowing that waiting in line is tantamount to continuing towing
the line.
The lifeline has simply evaporated mostly gone up in smoke in efforts to
create dependency on the part of the poor, that somehow those with formal
education know best how to feed folks who simply want to lead simple lives
making ends meet. Once the masses come to terms with the fact that our governments have been bought off by
special interests groups having lined the pockets of a rapacious few who are
now sitting on the sidelines waiting for the tired and downtrodden to collapse
altogether and then run in and make a score or tTOo,
we will have the makings of a Revolution never witnessed in modern day history
that will make the French Revolution look more like a sit in which in fact it
was.
The French Revolution brought about modest shifts, allowing the ruling
elite to simply move into the shadows and hence we have “shadow governments”
everywhere. There isn’t, however, much of a worldwide conspiracy going on for
the simple reason that not everyone can be counted on to lie, steal and cheat.
The fraud and corruption is in fact all very much contained and it all boils
down to water. I happen to have “smoking gun – concrete evidence” of political
corruption at the highest levels not of some French Legion distracted by girls
with long legs but rather by a group of rapacious American businessmen with
help of course from the French who are hell bent on dying the richest people in
the world. The rigging of the recent Gubernatorial elections here in California is going to
be all the proof of where the rot lies and how easy it is going to be get rid
of it without there being any bloodshed.
The power of Internet has now removed the barriers that have kept the
have-nots from getting what they deserve. Information is the prized resource
that has kept the haves at their bay windows looking out at a sea that stores
all that has gone before, that for every action there is an equal and opposite
reaction, nothing gets lost in outer space it is all here for each one of us to
grab on and when we link up those who have played it fast and loose will soon
lose their breath as the rest begin to take deep breaths.
The younger generation cannot count, however, on the 60s generation to
see them through the upcoming tough times because many from this generation
lost their minds while over indulging believing that they had all the answers
to the failings of the previous generation but who thought that taking acid and
smoking pot like there was no tomorrow was what the world needed. What the
world needs now is tough love and that is what we at NT are going to be dishing
out, empowering the next generation to stand tall, that some of us fogies
although having suffered some collateral damage have enough brain power left to
generate a thought or two while serving up a series of Perfect Storms that will bring the world back into balance.
Why should the youth who are our future go to the trouble of
experiencing other people’s mistakes who had their chance to change the world
for the better and blew it? We need though to take care of the older generation
to set an example for the younger generation who are getting fed up by the
minute with all the same old kuk that makes many amongst the old stink.
Only God knows really what these folks were doing with their time and
when they meet their maker they will not need much of a check up
given I assume the technology God has handy that will download all the kuk
stored in their organs that tell a rather dismal picture to a trained eye.
Even if God has difficulty reading in between the lines he will have I
assume aides who can be trusted to read accurately the printouts which
graphically chart the individuals ups and downs and how they recovered to
mention little of how they usurped the power of their limited authority.
I assume that God also detests those who derive great satisfaction in
exceeding the limits of their small authority, i.e. evil doesn’t come with a
pointed tail and a pitched fork.
I also assume that God has got it down pat in terms of making on the
spot decisions as to what to do with folks who have played it fast and loose
with the truth, i.e. a rather ingenious pecking order that begins with those
who have used their testosterone for no good will end up being little fishes
although for those like President Clinton and Ronald “The Finagle King”
Perelman they will remain in infamy as bottom fishes or possibly worms digging
the underground to release the gases that keep the climate in check.
Man has walked quite a road since leaving the outskirts of Quamashoe,
one of the locations near where I was born where the indigenous peoples were
deposited as the white man withdrew the natural ores and then “gifting” mash
potatoes, some schooling in a rotten tongue and a pair of sneakers bought from
the local store owned and operated by the same folks who made off with their
civil rights giving the man of the household and his family the privilege of
serving the civilized as they spoke kuk about their dining room tables eating a
whole lot of kuk and then sum.
I have come a long way myself since leaving Durban, South Africa, going
on a quarter century ago, having met more than perhaps my fair share of
celebrities and wannabees never, however, forgetting my roots paying ever so
careful attention to the disease that ultimately held the tongue of the most
evil man I ever knew who got his Footsak from me and then
some.
We have to combat
evil wherever we encounter it, never to sweep even the smallest of so-called
“white lies” under the rug because it will eventually appear perhaps containing
rat feces, which is deadly, even if boiled in Campbell Soup. Anyone breaking
into any one of my establishments has now been fully warned.
