The Fault Lies not in Ourselves but in Shakespeare, Gilbert and Sullivan.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(gag!!! manufactured sick making hysteria; never a better time for some of that old time SIDS. Quick now! What's Queen Elizabeth's last name? What's Prince William's last name? Don't know do you? Of course, you probably don't even know Prince's last name, first name or any of his present names do you? Who cares? Of course, the world would miss Prince a lot more than it would miss these vacuous, two dimensional, cardboard cutouts, who need a French Revolution redux- England style-, like we need air to breathe.)

Limping into Origami, like Gloucester in flight from Cornwall. What a horror it would have been to have been Gloucester or Lear; 'Tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind. Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure'. Speaking of astrology and most other things, Edmund said it best- "This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!" Oh yeah!

I try to lay the ills of my existence at my own doorstep but sometimes I really do believe I've got precious little to say about it all. I don't like to entertain the idea that I've got nothing to say about it at any time, ever. It may be true but I don't want to believe it. I wonder if that is an unfortunate and terminal fault, or just the byproduct of an irrepressible imagination, with too much optimism in it's tank. One would have to say that almost any optimism, is too much, in a world that suffers pompous and hideously vain playing cards like the British Royal Family or... any royal family for that matter. “I would rather spend the afternoon in a Turkish bath with my mother, than an afternoon with the dentist”. I think Gilbert said that. I would rather spend an afternoon at the dentist, rather than to hear about the British Royal family for five minutes. I said that.

Well, I'd better stay away from the classical references, after all, these days an education is no longer an education but rather the diminution of one, under the pretense of the acquisition of one. Of course, these days, nearly everything is a pretense and a manifested offense, against good sense and good taste, with all that made us noble gone to waste. Since I have just watched, “Topsy Turvy”, perhaps I can be forgiven for bringing up Gilbert and Sullivan at all. I'd be better served with a wider audience, if I were to discuss 'the reflective rancescense of raptorial retards, in the rebarbative rebullition of Milli and Vanilli, by way of West (what a loathsome no talent dung slug; proof positive that all this exposure is manufactured to make us dumber than we already are) and Kardashian'. I think I'll make that the title of my doctoral thesis. I can see it now, Doctor Visible, D.D.S. (doctor of dick shit), I truly regret the loss of an informed population, even an informed partial population, when there is any number of people, where the pure enjoyment of information and intelligent opinion, is preeminent over vanity and pseudo-intellectualism.

I love the conversation between Gilbert and his wife, when we see the genesis of one of the greatest works of art that I have ever had the fulsome pleasure to experience in “The Mikado” as dramatized in Topsy Turvy (though critics pan that version, being the anal purists that they are, if you get the digital remastering, you are in for a treat). For well over a year, every week during my rides from Woodstock to the Poughkeepsie train station, on my way to NYC and then back again and then for months before and after that period, I listened to it every day.

Why am I bringing this up? These can be depressing and heartbreaking times. We move from disappointment to disappointment, in the world and in ourselves; not all of us, to be sure. Some of us have charmed lives but... as the poet once said, “The world is too much with us”. Still, for many of us, the tedium and lethargy of our peers and the world we are collectively forced to inhabit, except for those of us who have accomplished the magical state of living in a world of our own creation... for better, rather than for worse (depending on whether you are married or not; KIDDING!), it can be trying and challenging to hold it together and walk on the sunny side of the street, cause ♫when you're smiling, the whole world smiles with you ...but when you're crying, you bring on the rain♫ etc. Of course, there is almost never a time when the whole world smiles with you but... It's the thought that counts. Like the cat that drops in and says, “You know I was thinking of getting you X for your birthday” but they didn't get it because, for them, the currency was in the thought and the hope that you would feel just as replete as if they actually had gotten the gift, which they did not, then or ever. We've all got friends like that and we call them friends, probably because we don't have all that many friends to begin with (grin). ♫Always look on the bright side of life♫

Anyway, things like the Mikado, Monty Python (Eric Idle did a version of The Mikado, by the way), Fawlty Towers, revisiting Lucille Ball (reading the Monkey Wrench Gang again- or even better, for the first time) or anything you can think of that once brought a smile to your face, is a good idea when a smile is hard to come by, in the face of a frown on the countenance of life. As far as the Monkey Wrench Gang goes and... Edward being dead and... it being a free download at various places, where I don't feel like going through the changes to register to get it, I don't feel bad about mentioning a link like this in passing; of course, this is only for the purposes of information, observation and novelty purposes and in no way a recommendation to take advantage of it. I already own my own purchased copy; one of many that have come and gone. If you've read the book, then you know why this has yet to come to the screen. It's for the same reason that this film has yet to arrive also. Think about it.

Never forget. Keep it uppermost in your mind that the Screwed (blued and tattooed) Meanies know that two of their biggest weapons, are for us to have bad weather in our hearts and heads and to be misinformed about as much as it is possible for us to be misinformed about. The latter invariably will lead to some version of the former and the former will invariably lead to a capacity and predisposition for the latter. It's all a kind of 'fuck you math' where, things don't add up, for the purpose of your discomfort.

Considering all that has been said so far, it behooves one to understand the magical effect and the beauty of doing something for someone else and how that reflects and acts back upon you. Along with this come the capacity to think of the good of all (that are good or can be motivated to be), as being the best way to manifest the most good for yourself. I have tried to convey the extreme importance of having the right mind set at all times ...because everything originates in the mind, on it's way to the manifest. Everything originates in the mind on it's way to the manifest. Yeah, right. Right.

One needs but to consider the content of books like, the “Power of Positive Thinking”, the works of Dale Carnegie, Joel S. Goldsmith, Ernest Holmes, Joseph Murphy and others. Some number of names which you might expect to be listed here, I have left out because I consider them to be frauds and opportunists like E. Tolle, Louise B Hays and any number of new age hucksters I can think of; keeping in mind that you are welcome to form your own opinion and keeping in mind, I can well prove my case at the same time. I must admit, I have a rather harsh opinion of snatch and grab, money junkies, stuffing their pockets under false pretenses, flooding the airwaves and byways, with stupor inducing regurgitation’s of things better and more powerfully said already by others, which are rephrased and then offered as original ...but which are so poorly camouflaged that anyone aware of the originals, can easily spot the despicable plagiarisms and... also keeping in mind that the original phrase-makers did not make walking out of lecture halls with large bags of money, their greatest priority ...and this predisposition, causes a near nauseous contempt to rise up from the nether regions of my digestive system, when it is not already on it's way toward a basso profundo and well deserved, critical statement, given from the other end of the system.

Once we get into the habit of wishing each other well, with the dawn of every day and holding that thought in 'our' minds, at the descent of sleep upon our minds, at the close of each, we shall find some great changes, coming about in a regular fashion in our lives. We are also free to disregard this, as we are free to disregard anything at any time. The world is what it is because of what we are. We are what we are ...because of our willingness or unwillingness, to go along with what the crowd has been seduced into believing, at the hands of the monsters who have accomplished it. One has only to look at the horrible ways so many of them are caused to suffer and die ...because of them. One has only to look and see, as opposed to looking and then having what they see interpreted for them. Only a fool believes there is safety in a crowd. These are the ones that compose the mob, when the mob comes about, out of thin air, unexpected by any and all, who make up the flames and cinders of that conflagration of madness, when it comes with all of it's predictable and painfully sad results ...in the aftermath.

Let's leave it at that for the moment, both what has been said and what remains unsaid.


End Transmission.......

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