Jr High Drop Out

Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith.

You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.

"The 'what should be' never did exist, but people keep trying to live up to it. There is no 'what should be,' there is only what is."

Our so-called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
They subjugate the meek
But it's the rhetoric of failure

I lived only for pleasure and I spoiled my own fun. Where was I running? From whom? Little feet running around the globe. Nothing but circles, and I never once bumped into myself.

Dagmar was a Silent Film Actress and I relate so much to that quote.

“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”

"I don’t feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren"

You are the dreamer and the dream.

I did my best,
it wasn't much
I couldn't feel,
so I tried to touch
I've told the truth,
I didn't come to fool you
And even though
it all went wrong
I'll stand before
the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue
but Hallelujah

"Where is the graveyard of dead gods? What lingering mourner waters their mounds? There was a time when Jupiter was the king of the gods, and any man who doubted his puissance was ipso facto a barbarian and an ignoramus. But where in all the world is there a man who worships Jupiter today? And who of Huitzilopochtli? In one year - and it is no more than five hundred years ago - 50,000 youths and maidens were slain in sacrifice to him. Today, if he is remembered at all, it is only by some vagrant savage in the depths of the Mexican forest. Huitzilopochtli, like many other gods, had no human father; his mother was a virtuous widow; he was born of an apparently innocent flirtation that she carried out with the sun. When he frowned, his father, the sun, stood still. When he roared with rage, earthquakes engulfed whole cities. When he thirsted he was watered with 10,000 gallons of human blood. But today Huitzilopochtli is as magnificently forgotten as Allen G. Thurman. Once the peer of Allah, Buddha and Wotan, he is now the peer of Richmond P. Hobson, Alton B. Parker, Adelina Patti, General Weyler and Tom Sharkey. Speaking of Huitzilopochtli recalls his brother Tezcatlipoca. Tezcatlipoca was almost as powerful; he consumed 25,000 virgins a year.Lead me to his tomb: I would weep, and hang a couronne des perles. But who knows where it is? Or where the grave of Quetzalcoatl is? Or Xiuhtecuhtli? Or Centeotl, that sweet one? Or Tlazolteotl, the goddess of love? Of Mictlan? Or Xipe? Or all the host of Tzitzimitl? Where are their bones? Where is the willow on which they hung their harps? In what forlorn and unheard-of Hell do they await their resurrection morn? Who enjoys their residuary estates? Or that of Dis, whom Caesar found to be the chief god of the Celts? Of that of Tarves, the bull? Or that of Moccos, the pig? Or that of Epona, the mare? Or that of Mullo, the celestial jackass? There was a time when the Irish revered all these gods, but today even the drunkest Irishman laughs at them. But they have company in oblivion: the Hell of dead gods is as crowded as the Presbyterian Hell for babies. Damona is there, and Esus, and Drunemeton, and Silvana, and Dervones, and Adsullata, and Deva, and Bellisima, and Uxellimus, and Borvo, and Grannos, and Mogons. All mighty gods in their day, worshipped by millions, full of demands and impositions, able to bind and loose - all gods of the first class. Men labored for generations to build vast temples to them - temples with stones as large as hay-wagons. The business of interpreting their whims occupied thousands of priests, bishops, archbishops. To doubt them was to die, usually at the stake. Armies took to the field to defend them against infidels; villages were burned, women and children butchered, cattle were driven off. Yet in the end they all withered and died, and today there is none so poor to do them reverence. What has become of Sutekh, once the high god of the whole Nile Valley? What has become of:
Resheph
Anath
Ashtoreth
El
Nergal
Nebo
Ninib
Melek
Ahijah
Isis
Ptah
Anubis
Baal
Astarte
Hadad
Addu
Shalem
Dagon
Sharaab
Yau
Amon-Re
Osiris
Sebek
Molech?
All there were gods of the highest eminence. Many of them are mentioned with fear and trembling in the Old Testament. They ranked, five or six thousand years ago, with Yahweh Himself; the worst of them stood far higher than Thor. Yet they have all gone down the chute, and with them the following:
Bilé
Ler
Arianrhod
Morrigu
Govannon
Gunfled
Sokk-mimi
Nemetona
Dagda
Robigus
Pluto
Ops
Meditrina
Vesta
You may think I spoof. That I invent the names. I do not. Ask the rector to lend you any good treatise on comparative religion: You will find them all listed. They were gods of the highest standing and dignity-gods of civilized peoples-worshiped and believed in by millions. All were omnipotent, omniscient and immortal. And all are dead."

It is the night.
My body’s weak.
I’m on the run.
No time to sleep.
I’ve got to ride—
Ride like the wind—
To be free again.

It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. How about you?

There comes a time in every man's life when he must stop thinking and start doing.

Woman:Do you dig graves?
Neil:Yeah, yeah, they're all right, yeah.

People don't like to be meddled with. We tell them what to do, what to think, don't run, don't walk. We're in their homes and in their heads and we haven't the right. We're meddlesome.

Just once on Father's Day I wish my kids would give me a #1 Dad mug instead of one with my actual ranking.

"It doesn't matter if it's not for sure," Jinan said.

[Tom] works late at the laboratory
Where things are not as they seem.
He wishes nothing more desperately
Than to fulfill all his dreams.
Letting loose with a scream in the dead of night
As he's breaking new ground.
Trying his best to unlock all the secrets
But he's not sure what he's found.
He is his own little guinea pig
'Cuz they all think he's mad.
Sets his sights on the search of a lifetime
And he's never, never sad.

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

I'll show you the tool that's most important to our survival… but fair warning, it's my penis.

Wake up in the late afternoon
Call Parnell just to see how he's doin'
Hello? What up, Parns?
Yo, Samberg, what's crackin'?
You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'? Narnia!

Some days goes your way
You're on a roll you can't explain
And then it all goes down the drain
Your cat's hit by a car
The ATM eats your card
You're wondering what changed from yesterday
Save me from, from going mental
Save me from just spinning out

Some days are better than lovers
Some days you just can't figure out
Some days you can't explain

My best friend and me one night
Were drinkin' at Pete's on Crescent Height
Just like that we end up in a fight
Like a yo-yo up and down
You're headin' north, you end up south

Save me from, from going mental
Save me from just spinning out

Some days are better than lovers
Some days you just can't figure out
Some days are better than others
You can't explain some days away
Someday

Save me from, from going mental
Save me from spinning out

Some days are better
Some days are never
Some days, whatever

Some days are better than lovers
Some days you just can't figure out
Some days are better than others
Some days you just can't get out
Someday...

with thanks to Meredith Brooks

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
You're paralyzed'Cause this is thriller.

Vive la mort, vive la guerre,
vive le sacre mercenaire.

"9:22, Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun, so once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood"

We take, and must continue to take, morally hazardous actions to preserve our civilization. We must exercise our power. But we ought neither to believe that a nation is capable of perfect disinterestedness in its exercise, nor become complacent about a particular degree of interest and passion which corrupt the justice by which the exercise of power is legitimatized.

The more regulations there are, the poorer the people. The more weapons there are, the greater the chaos.

"Remember that a government big enough to give you everything you want is also big enough to take away everything you have."

Fuck anyone that tells me to give up anything out of fear. Terrorism scares me far less than my own government slowly peeling my freedoms away, one onion layer at a time.

Just then they came in sight of thirty or forty windmills that rise from that plain. And no sooner did Don Quixote see them that he said to his squire, "Fortune is guiding our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them. With their spoils we shall begin to be rich for this is a righteous war and the removal of so foul a brood from off the face of the earth is a service God will bless."

Sometimes I worry that I identify too greatly with the Ingenious Knight of La Mancha. It's not that I think the world doesn't need people willing to tilt at giants, real and imagined, but rather that things didn't end well for the Don.

In the end, Quixote is left disillusioned with humanity---his fleeting bliss fading in favor of a solemn sanity while he turns his back on the very civility that once gave his life meaning. He dies melancholy, hopeless, and broken.

I'm not down with that part.

This is a solid video. Watch it:

"Liberty, when it begins to take root, is a plant of rapid growth." ~ George Washington, First President of the United States of America

"Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it."

Read it and work through its implications.

"People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil."
~ Kahlil Gibran (Essayist, Novelist and Poet. 1883-1931)

Meditate on that as you watch the accompanying movie I've selected: