Great Quote – Mitch Teemley

The above (typewriter-written) quote is a useful insight by Mitch Teemley. In writing (as in life), it is indeed best to kind of know where you’re going with something.

It kind of goes without saying, but on the other hand some of us are unfortunately all too guilty of strutting out onto that high wire without a real game plan. Having an end in mind just facilitates a more efficient thought process and a better end product. It reinforces structure and readability when you know where you’re going with something. Improvisation in art is essential, but it also never hurts to stand back and at least consider the deal first.

I’m all too guilty of the opposite. Blogging is my art now and too often I take off into the wild blue yonder without thinking. The result is sometimes disheveled and chaotic. Blogging should be coherent. It should have pace and interleave well. It should have a spirit and a purpose. One should not deviate too wildly from the blog’s intended theme. This takes a little forethought. Think about things before you venture out into the deep blue sea. There’s sharks out there you know! (whoops! I’m preaching to myself for sure now đŸ„Ž).

Mitch Teemley is a gifted writer. He’s also a brother in the faith. He’s got a great grasp of things. Top notch writer. His sense of humor is just outrageous (genius comedy). Check out the referenced “scar story” of his below. Need a good laugh? Absolutely hilarious! ===>

http://mitchteemley.com/2019/10/07/my-scar-stories-16/

Mitch Teemley blog site:

https://mitchteemley.com/2019/

My Two iPhone Wallpapers (Whoopee!)

Pinterest Photo: John Russell as Dan Troop in The Lawman

John Russell played Dan Troop on the old 1950’s television Western, The Lawman. Though probably minor in terms of historical impact, his characterization of Sheriff Dan Troop is one of the most endearing and most powerful western characterizations of all time in my book. There are too many Western Cinema greats to choose from, and obviously, it’s very much a subjective call, but you could give me Dan Troop as sheriff any day of the week.

Reputedly, John Russell molded the Dan Troop character from a gruff, marine drill-sergeant he served under in World War II. John Russell was a decorated World War II veteran wounded at Guadalcanal.

Once upon a time, people like Dan Troop existed in seeming abundance. Hopefully, there are yet still a few of these type people out there… I sure wish I had their acquaintance right now. I most certainly do, says Lonesome George Gobel.

Integrity and respect for the other guy outside my door (but thankfully not in the blogosphere) has all but vanished. The kind of people I grew up with in the 1950’s is pretty much all gone now. And we’re much the worse off for it. Where has general kindness and compassion gone?

Generationally speaking we continue to lose it as respectful, integrity-driven people {sigh}. It just seems to get darker and darker by the day to me. But I’m old and possibly deluded in my thinking. What do I know? In one way, as you get older you know more and more; but in another way you realize that you don’t know diddly – with diddly already having left town.

Anyway, I’ll get off my horse now… Trigger is tired anyway. He needs a good rubdown and some hay (which I do for that matter too).

John Russell (above) is my ‘lock-screen’ wallpaper. He guards the perimeter 😎 There are 2 wallpapers functionally active on an iPhone. My second (working screen) wallpaper is a photo of the great Oklahoman, Will Rogers.

Pinterest Photo: Will Rogers

Will appears a bit laconically dubious in the above photo, doesn’t he? Will Rogers is one of my favorite all time people. Will said: “I never met a man I didn’t like.” Whoa! He wanted that put on his gravestone. The man had so much integrity. So much character. He possessed an incomparable down-home sense of humor => master of tongue-in-cheek. Such a horrible loss for the world when we lost him. Never be another one like Will Rogers. Cherokee-nation, Oklahoma boy who done good. I love you, Will Rogers. We won’t soon forget you.

Gotta’ go. Marvin thinks he’s found the sound! He’s gonna’ call his cousin Chuck about it!

You Make Me Dizzy Miss Lizzy – John Lennon

The YouTube link at the bottom is John Lennon performing “You Make Me Dizzy, Miss Lizzy.” => Toronto, 1969.

In my mind, 1969 was the zenith and the apex of a golden era. I don’t care how much revisionist-minded cranks historically disparage the period. Call it the hippie period. Call it the anti-establishment period. Call it the Baby Boomer period. Piss on it and call it crap. To be expected. But it was a very special period – politically speaking, possibly the last gasp some might assert.

There was something special sparkling in the air => Magic waving her magic’ wand. There was a righteous cause awakening. There was a sense of community. In Austin, Texas we didn’t respect the use of the press’ pejorative term => hippie. We called ourselves freaks, for indeed we were => freaks. Social freaks and just freaks in general, I suppose. We were rejected by general society so we didn’t care what people called us.

The press was largely and seriously co-opted and we began to realize this way back when. We righteously addressed each other as brother or sister – calmly and naturally. Black man, white man… we were brothers back then. It felt good. We had community going on. It was considered an oddball thing to be addressed as “brother” or “sister” in more polite company though… you better believe.

The ‘hip culture’ was daring to rebel against the party line-driven groupthink that had developed and become so entrenched. Some of us realized we were losing more and more control of our own destiny. The young were generally becoming more metaphysically and spiritually aware. There was a mean and vicious problem buried somewhere in the depths of the machine – and it’s claws were reaching out to grab us. We became viscerally combative of what we purviewed’ as creeping enslavement (has that particular situation actually changed?).

Among other things, we were protesting a damnable establishment that sent us off to die in a useless war. We had a righteous cause and the establishment wasn’t at all fond of the fact that we didn’t “follow zee’ orders.” And they still aren’t so fond of that fact today. Critical and independent thinking is not really recommended – especially in the schools.

I am wearing my hair long today => as continued protest. Hopefully ’til the day I die. I look like #%€t but that’s okay. My looks have been a lost cause for some time. I am a born-again Christian, but like George Washington and Davy Crockett, I am a rebel at heart . I always have been. I always will be. Long live the counterculture, baby! Those of you who might still remember…

Great John Lennon music video below:

Thank you YouTube. You possess treasures for the ages.

www.youtube.com/watch

Water Confirmed On Europa

Image: © NASA/ESA/K. Retherford/SWRI

If life exists elsewhere in our solar system, scientists predict that Europa (orbiting Jupiter) is one of the likeliest candidates. Why? It was always thought (emphasis on “thought”) that there was a gigantic (salt) sea underneath the frozen surface of Europa… e.g. => Water!! That has definitely now been confirmed (“researchers have now detected one such plume’s water vapor directly for the first time, a new study reports”). See the link below and watch it’s video (< 2 min).

It is thought, like planet Earth, that Europa has a metallic core. There are heavy geomagnetic, thermal effects engaging Europa… caused by Jupiter’s heavy gravitational pull. Which means that there are likely pockets of heat being generated beneath the surface of Europa. The core is also thought to be quite volcanically active beneath the surface. Thereby granting Europa’s seas two components conducive to life: Water + Heat => potential life (?).

Heavy duty exploration of Europa is going to be a difficult proposition, however. The radiation effects from Jupiter are immense on the icy surface of Europa. Heavy, heavy shielding will be required, especially regarding humans.

From the surface, there is a limited amount of information that can actually be obtained about the underground seas. An exploratory sub somehow needs to get launched into Europa’s subterranean seas. That will require a massive and sophisticated drilling program through miles of ice – from a deadly-irradiated surface.

What a grand space exploration challenge though, huh? I hope robotics technology can advance a little quicker than it has up until now. This kind of mission will require a colossal amount of sophisticated A.I. and robotics. Robotic exploration is probably in order before any kind of manned expedition could take place. Watch out for those big underwater alien creatures, C3P0! They probably have big teeth!

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https://www.space.com/jupiter-moon-europa-water-vapor-confirmed.html?utm_source=Selligent&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=10203&utm_content=20191119_SDC_Newsletter+-+adhoc+&utm_term=3007709&m_i=lq4llI81KTHeyv_qA0p1YNC4nYbAtFBE0zZQdC_stp7lwX9lv61OW3Mq2mRIUWHvwW3MWdejdthuXEaSyt2SC9SwMwCTtDI3lO&jwsource=e

Pinterest: View of Jupiter from its moon, Europa
Pinterest: Europa w/ Jupiter in background
Pinterest: Actual photographed surface of Europa via NASA/JPL-Caltech/SETI Institute
NASA Galileo Mission: Natural Color Image of Europa

If interested, check out this further link about Europa:

https://www.space.com/13624-photos-europa-mysterious-moon-jupiter.html

“Stand By Me” and “Slippin’ And Aslidin’” – John Lennon

Photos: Pinterest

Though I always mourn John Lennon when I hear his music, I love the way the man lays it down. Foundational rock n’ roller.

You get old like me… and people start disappearing on you like free candy in a candy store – the near and the dear AND the cherished and the distant; all vanishing. You blink. You turn. You look around again and the people landscape has totally changed… again. The world successively becomes a darker place. The Holy Spirit brings joy but the world around you turns ever more somber. Ennui besieges one like frigid cold affects a short-haired dog in winter. The mind fogs as your immortal soul nears its denouement. Yet the Lord is near. He has not deserted. The Holy Spirit speaks to you that everything is going to be okay. Dear God… please remain close. Please remain very close. I sometimes feel so forlorn.

We miss you, John Lennon đŸ˜„

www.youtube.com/watch

www.youtube.com/watch

Thank you, YouTube.

“It’s A Wonderful Day In The Neighborhood” – Mr. Rogers

“What is essential is invisible to the eye.” – Mr. Rogers

Below is a great Charlie Rose interview of Mr. Fred Rogers:

https://youtu.be/djoyd46TVVc

Pinterest: Fred Rogers
Pinterest: Fred Rogers
Pinterest: Fred Rogers

*We Are Church*

Photo: Pinterest

I have a half-baked idea here => a blogosphere kinda’ thing. Ponder with me for a minute:

I was thinking about all the nice brothers and sisters I’ve met here in WordPress during the past three months. Wisdom, comfort, and encouragement totally unexpected! In times past, I have felt like Elijah: “Lord am I the only one left?” Thank God. Not the case. WordPress people abundantly contravene that perception. I find fellowship inside WordPress. And it’s such a pleasant surprise (lonesome George Gobel here).

In WordPress, I have been entertained. I have been edified. I have been comforted. I’ve been inspired and I have been blessed. I’ve laughed and I’ve cried. A lot of good people around here. Life sometimes seems so dark where I am. I often feel forlorn (but… the Holy Spirit does indeed comfort).

I am serendipitously encouraged by the REAL brothers and sisters I’ve found here in WordPress!? Who would ever have thought it? Where’d you guys come from anyway? Who was that “masked man” over there? And that lady with the cape?

What I was thinking was this: it has become apparent to me that many of the brothers and sisters posting in WordPress need prayer. There’s no reason in the world (that I can think of) that we shouldn’t be praying for one another in our blog circles. Jesus promised that whenever two or more were gathered together in His name, there He would be in our midst. God is here with us and He is ministering through a bunch of you folks.

Here’s a suggestion… just a suggestion to reinforce already existing ministry. We all have different WordPress circles that we interact within. Nobody should really be a central nexus; but why can’t we band together as part of The Body Of Christ. We can corporately join together to become a small peninsula of the Church here in WordPress.

I propose that those of you who are believer’s and think that some small measure of community could be further encouraged among us… I’d like you to take part in doing one thing (if you’d like to be identified with our community). If you are a believer in Jesus Christ and are willing to pray for others as part of the *WE ARE CHURCH* circle, please be so kind as to join our small community. In some of your posts or comments add one line that reads: *WE ARE CHURCH*. When you do this, you will be identified as being part of the *WE ARE CHURCH* community. Just be willing to pray and minister to the brethren. That’s all that’s required.

You don’t have to always tattoo a *WE ARE CHURCH* emblem to every single post or comment. Just add the moniker when you might feel moved to do so. Only join us if the Holy Spirit leads. Please do not feel impelled or obligated.

A big thank you goes out to Ryan Callahan and SlimJim. They have already participated in *WE ARE CHURCH*. Thank you, guys.

https://authorryanc.com

https://veritasdomain.wordpress.com

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This is all just a random thought. Maybe I’m all wet, I don’t know. This thing will die a natural death if it’s not functioning in a Godly context. So no harm, no foul, I hope. And I must certainly emphasize that this is not meant to be an ego-trip exercise on my part. God have mercy. *WE ARE CHURCH* is not about me. It is about our interconnected faith network here on WordPress. We are all, each and every one of us, equally part of the Body of Christ. We stand together as part of THE CHURCH. The Elect. Our intention is to glorify Jesus Christ. We will pray and minister to one another. Jesus Asked Peter to “feed his sheep.”

Praise His Holy Name. Your friend, JCT

*WE ARE CHURCH* (and put this phrase in asterisks please). Love you guys.

This Man Needs Prayer, Brothers and Sisters. Please Pray!

Quote: Pinterest

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I am re-blogging a post I read today from Ianus Christius at =>

https://libertasnova.wordpress.com

Reference his post: “This Is The End, My Only Friend. The End…”

If one can take at face value that this man is telling the truth (and I have no reason to believe that he’s not telling the truth), then this man is in desperate need of prayer.

I would beseech those of you who believe… and might feel *led* to read this man’s post, read the below pasted reblog or go to his blog site. Please read the man’s cry and pray.

Bottom line, this man seems to be in dire need of prayer. You believers out there: let’s agree in faith and as a community PRAY for him. Thank you.

{{{ pasted re-blog below }}}

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In my country people say:

“Everything that is good, lasts short.”

And my life will surely come to its end, especially now when I lost the only thing that kept me going on for some time here in this capital of the Frozen Lands, in the place which I hate more than any other places where I was before in the last couple of years, including Germany and Austria; place where people are so selfish, idiotic, mentally retarded and so cold that they donÂŽt care for nobody else but themselves, people that live in a land that will surely not last for too long (with all of this immigrant and other social issue crisis), land with such an idiotic rules that I could never imagine that I will live in.

Two days ago, on the Saturday evening, when I was doing my regular visit to the StockholmÂŽs Metro Stations, and while collecting bottles and cans to earn some money for myself, I was sitting in a train, along with my plastic bag full of bottles and cans under my feet, and a rucksack full of my personal things that I put on the train seat by my right side.

Being so angry and desperate at the same time because of all the everyday problems that I have here in Stockholm, being homeless and unemployed for almost four months, I got up from my seat, took my plastic bag and left the train. Ten minutes later, when I was trying to find more bottles on the next metro station, I realized that my backpack is not on my shoulders, and that I left it there, on the train seat before I left the train. I was so angry on myself, and first what came to my mind is that I have to go to the Central Station, to the Customer Service to report the missing of my rucksack. When I came there, and explained what has happened, they said that they will contact the train drivers of the train in which I was driving, but I knew I could say goodbye to the things I was carrying inside it (thank God that my wallet and other personal documents were not inside it).

Later that evening, still angry and confused, while trying to get inside the place where I was sleeping (illegally) for the last month or so, I saw that there is a police car moving around, as well as two security officers questioning people about a man that was seen going in and out this place where I was sleeping (they were talking about me), so when they asked me (and not knowing it was me they were looking for), I just pretended that I was just a tourist walking around and that I didnÂŽt knew anything about it.

Late at night that same day, I managed to get inside the place and sleep a whole Sunday, but today, on the early Monday morning, two workers came inside the big tent where I was sleeping, found me (for the first time in this 5-6 weeks that I was there), woke me up, and explained to me that I can not sleep any longer in here. I told them that I know that it is illegal to sleep here and etc., and one of them told me, that as far as he is concerned (and his boss), they donÂŽt mind so much me being here and sleeping over, if I donÂŽt do anything bad like stealing, burning things or doing anything bad. But the problem was that they have a lot of video cameras everywhere around the place (which is a big restaurant and dancing hall with its surrounding areas including this big outside tents that they use during the summertime, as the outside summer terrace), and all that the cameras record goes directly to the local police station. So, in general, they all knew that I was here, but they didnÂŽt do anything about it, because I was just sleeping over and didnÂŽt do any damage to their property. Unfortunatelly, in the next few weeks they will host a lot of people in that big area, as part of their big Christmas party, so the worker told me that it would be very hard for me to stay there and not to be noticed by so many other people that will come here in the next few days and weeks. And if other people see me there, than they will surelly contact the police and the security, which means that the workers and their boss will have a lot of problems explaining why am I sleeping there.

So, due to all of these, for me bad events, I have only two options, one is to sleep outside, which is not acceptable due to the fact that the winter is approaching, and being still without the job, things just donÂŽt look too good for me any more (and we are talking about sleeping outside in the North European coutry, where the winters can be very harsh, and the temperatures in Stockholm in the middle of the winter can go down to 25 Celsius degrees below zero).

Other option, that is now the only one left for me, is to pack my big rucksack (only one that is left) with a few things that I still possess, and in next few days go away from Stockholm and Sweden, go for good, and never ever turn back to this VikingÂŽs frozen shithole.

Where will I go, what will I do, where will I sleep and what will I eat, I don®t know. With just 250 Swedish crowns in my wallet, that I saved from collecting bottles (and that is only approx. 25 euros), I will not get far, that is for sure. Walking for days with my big and heavy rucksack on this cold, rainy, dark and windy weather, with winter “at the doors”, most likely going south, in the direction of Denmark, I will have to find some place where I can hide, at least till the winter will be over (maybe I could find some old schack in some of the big forests here in Sweden).

I really donÂŽt know what to do now. I just know one thing, if I donÂŽt find something where I can sleep over and eat something, this could be the last journey in my life. I just hope that I will have time to celebrate my 38. birthday, which will come in a matter of two weeks.

Only thing that I will regret before I leave this world for good, is the fact that I didnÂŽt achieve anything special, something that I will be remembered when IÂŽm gone.

So, this last ten years have been a hell for me, of which at least half of that time I spent in being homeless and unemployed (especially in Croatia, Austria and now Sweden). So much time I have lost trying to find what I really wanted from my life, but always getting in the wrong directions, spending time in the wrong places, working on wrong jobs, and spending time with wrong people.

I know now, wherever I will go next, I will probably never find place that IÂŽm looking for, never find real happines and satisfaction that we all want. This bad luck will always follow me around, like an evil shadow.

All of my life, at least that I remember it, I was alone, even when I was surrounded with the members of my family, relatives and friends. I never had real parents (my parents split when I was a kid, I rarely saw my father, and my mother was more an enemy than a friend). The same thing was going on with most of my friends and coworkers. Always changing jobs, friends, places, never satisfied. I always wanted more and better, but I didnÂŽt knew where to search. Like now.

So, for the end of this post, probably my last one, I only hope that when they find me somewhere in the vast Swedish forests, dead frozen, that they will satisfy my only wish, that my body should be cremated and the ashes spread all over the wild nature land, in some forest or lake, as I wanted long time ago.

If I couldnÂŽt live a normal life, at least I want to die in a honorable way.

For all of my struggles and problems that I experienced in the last couple of months and years, you can read some of my last posts like:

Story of the Young Wolf – The Retrospective of the Restless Wild Man

Story of the Young Wolf – Years of Pain and Quest for the Spiritual Enlightenment

Story of the Young Wolf – Is This the Beginning of the End?

Stockholm – At the Beginning of the Spiritual Journey

The Big Barefoot Pilgrimage Has Begun – The Day To Remember


Walking Adventures Are Over, With Or Without Shoes! 

As you could read from all of these previous posts, I had been fighting for most of my life, but now, I donÂŽt have any more strength and will to continue to fight, my body is broken, my mind is weak and my soul wants to rest forever, to achieve that peace and quiet that IÂŽm trying to find all of my miserable life.

Thank you all for reading my posts and supporting me, unfortunatelly, that has to end.

P.S. I managed to find my rucksack, later in the afternoon, in the SL Lost items department, so at least I will have some satisfaction that I didn®t lost all of my things before I go on, I believe, my last journey.”

He’s South Of The Border You Know, Marvin…

I keep waking up trying to do WordPress blog posts on my Casio watch 😧. I continue to awaken from sleep, with ephemeral blog posts elusively beckoning. I find myself foggily clutching at my (cheap but reliable) digital wristwatch as I groggily awaken… “aw-w-oh-o-o-o… huh-h—hhh?”

I try to catch (what I perceive as) gems in the old rattle-trap of my mind… but just as fast as I pursue them the flighty intruders usually escape before my pre-frontal cortex can get a good hold of ‘em! A pathologically pre-occupied bozo or something, huh? It’s you guys’ fault though, you know. It’s your fault! đŸ€Ș. đŸ€Ș.. đŸ€Ș…

Am I retarded or what? You Don’t Have To Answer That!!

Yours Truly… Lonesome George Gobel (aka: Rainman)

Rock n’ Roll – A Metaphor

Photo: Pinterest (a picture of you know who)

When I listen to rock n’ roll, I am moved and inspired. I am energized with unearned strength. It makes me bubble up and JUKE inside! It’s a terribly ugly sight… but rock n’ roll music even makes me want to dance! Rock n’ roll makes me feel alive! It puts me back in the day. It helps me heal believe it or not. I perceive (and feel) God in the music. “How could you ever see God in secular, godless rock n’ roll music, Bubba?” I just can. S’all there is to it. I just can.

The devil probably resents my (addled) perception of Godly metaphor and allegory in his fertile rock n’ roll venue. However, that’s just a big “oh well” as far as I’m concerned. Condemn me. Call me Forest Gump. I don’t care. I love my rock n’ roll music and I ain’t apologizing for it.

The Holy Spirit allows me to listen and enjoy rock n’ roll. I feel some criticism but I don’t feel any Holy Spirit conviction whatsoever. So whether you want to accept it or not, rock n’ roll music is (quite often) worship time for Rainman here! Actually… every second of the day is worship time for the believer. We sense and we worship our Good God in all things. At all times. Don’t we? Our spiritual perception imprints and instructs… transporting us to a higher plane than what surroundings might dictate.

He is so worthy!!! Praise His Holy Name. We are united in that aren’t we, brothers and sisters!?

Pinterest: The King Of Rock n’ Roll

Pinterest: A beautiful electric guitar

Pinterest: A beautiful Dobro Guitar

https://youtu.be/5_xJuRT2Tdk

We Are Tribes: The Word And Polyglot English

Photo: Pinterest picture of Oglala Sioux Indian Chief

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I touched on this earlier but: I love my British cousins. The English blokes don’t really speak the bloody language properly (they don’t speak Texan) but that’s alright 👍. I guess they did originally develop the thing.

You folks gotta’ admit: the poly-glot ridden, English language is a very rich, descriptive, and powerful toolset. Not that there aren’t other equally capable languages. There are other language sets that are equally powerful, I’m sure.

Words are pithy and pungent. Words resonate in the mind with spiritual and supernatural overtones. God brought the universe into existence with The Word. Words (language) allow us to exchange ideas. Words edify and enlighten us. Words birth revelation and understanding in these dim brains of ours.

There is a wonderful symbiosis that emerges from differing cultures learning from one another through their poly-glotting’ of languages. I celebrate cultural diversity. Each language has its own distinctive strengths and insights. But that diversity is a strength – not a weakness needing to be demolished by the one-worlders’. Each culture rubbing shoulders with the next leads to a good thing… just as “one man sharpens another.”

I don’t believe in this coerced one-world agenda that is being forced down our collective throats. We are tribes. and I suspect, mindset-wise, we will always be tribes. Our tribes change and evolve over time, but the basic cultural seeds that run through the sap of the tree will forever remain.

Baby Boomers Struggling

I can identify with struggling 🕰 💾 🛏.

We may be living longer as individuals. However, i) Many Baby Boomers “rely on Social Security for at least 90% of their incomes” AND ii) “almost one-fifth of Americans 65 and older are struggling with poor health.” These are absolutely horrendous statistics, folks! It’s bad out here in the hinterlands. Wake up and smell the coffee!! => please just don’t drink the whole pot though 😧. Reference the below hot link for the full Baby Boomer article:

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Excerpted:

“Most older adults rely on Social Security as a key component of income, but on average more than half who live below the Elder Index rely on Social Security for at least 90% of their incomes.

“As an increasing number of Baby Boomers retire, we’ll see more and more Americans struggle to get by on just their Social Security checks,” said Rep. Carolyn Maloney of New York, a Democrat and vice chair of the Joint Economic Committee, in emailed comments.

While the research highlights the economic security challenges for many older adults who live independently, the situation is likely even worse for those who aren’t in good health.

Almost one-fifth of Americans 65 and older are struggling with poor health, according to a recent report from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. One in five reported “a lot of difficulty” and an additional four in 10 have “some difficulty” in at least one category including vision, hearing, mobility, communication, cognition and self-care. Such limitations likely add to expenses.“

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Here in the United States, we have an aging population largely dependent upon a bankrupted government – one going bankrupted-er’ by the day. People are living much longer lives. Far too many are excessively dependent upon the totally-inadequate income provided by Social Security. And Social Security faces some large economic challenges ahead (understatement extraordinaire). Things are not shaping up nicely for the majority of people in this country as they age. I’d hate to be without Jesus in this world right now. Praise His Holy Name!

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https://news.yahoo.com/many-americans-over-65-face-120000219.html

Hold On, I’m Coming – Sam And Dave

This song is a perfect fusion of gospel, rock n’ roll, and soul. What a grand blend, baby!

I’m coming!!! Yes, HE is!!! An allegory and a metaphor => like so much of other rock n’ roll music to me. As I’ve shared before, life has taken on a much more allegorical, metaphorical essence to me as I’ve aged.

www.pandora.com/sam-dave/golden-legends-sam-dave/hold-on-im-coming/TRv4h7m7Vltj67V

:: Please excuse. I’ll admit to it: I’m a weirdo 😎 But what’s really grand ? => God still likes me. He’s my close, personal friend, you know.

Later, good buddies…

The Story In Your Eyes – Moody Blues

The Moody Blues! This group is one of my all time, ALL-TIME favorite rock n’ roll bands! They are one of the British BIG FIVE in my book.

The BRITISH BIG FIVE: The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Electric Light Orchestra, The Moody Blues, and The Who. Rock n’ Roll was birthed in the good ole’ USA. However… big, big however => the roots of rock n’ roll lie just as much in the land of my blimey forefathers as they do in the good ole’ USA.

The below links contain one of The Moody Blues’ greatest old songs: The Story In Your Eyes. The first YouTube link contains the song’s lyrics. The second YouTube link contains shots of the esteemed band members. Listen at your convenience and discretion.

These guys are some of the greatest lyrical rock n’ roll poets to ever ROCK this planet. Great lyrics and just as FINE a melodic creation (can somebody also trivially observe that they also had some of the best album covers ever done?) I so LOVE the Moody Blues. Bye’ y’all. – JCT

music.youtube.com/watch

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www.pandora.com/moody-blues/every-good-boy-deserves-favour-expanded-version/story-in-your-eyes/TRnXrZj6xgrPwk2

:: Did Google ever make an incredible purchase of YouTube years back, or what? Man! What a rich and diverse data set documenting our times. What a SUPER COUP!!! Please continue to cherish YouTube, Google. YouTube is such a historical treasure. Please save YouTube for the ages.

Protein From Air

The company Air Protein says it makes a meat alternative out of “air-based protein.” (Image: © Air Protein). I know. You’re probably thinking the same thing I am: “yeah, sure.”

But take a read. They’re for real. Big implication for manned space exploration. Click on the link below the excerpt.

Excerpt:

“It sounds like a magic trick: Creating meat out of thin air. But that’s the gist of the idea behind a new meat alternative that one company claims to make with air-based protein.

The company, a Berkeley, California-based startup called Air Protein, recently announced the creation of “air-based” meat, which is made from elements found in air, according to a statement from the company.”

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Davy Crockett – King Of The Wild Frontier

Talk about a great man! Defending courageously against such overpowering wickedness and tyranny. May the hallowed halls of heaven forever resonate with his greatness. Texas forever, baby!! Texas forever!!!

The below is a very interesting read about the death of David Crockett (at least to me). Some of you might enjoy.

Below text excerpted from:

https://truewestmagazine.com/davy-crockett-how-did-davy-really-die/

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“March 6, 1836

Just after midnight, Gen. Santa Anna orders his 2,064 troops to move toward their assault positions.

Select soldados (soldiers) stealthily sneak up on Tejano sentries, who lie in dugouts positioned away from the Alamo, and slit the guards’ throats.

Just before sunrise (around 5 a.m.) a soldado from the second column yells out “Viva Santa Anna!” His comrades echo the cry. Furious that he has lost the element of surprise, Santa Anna orders his musicians to sound the attack. A rocket battery fires the signal.

Four Mexican columns surge out of the darkness toward the shadowed walls of the Alamo. Awakened by the shouts, the Texians quickly man their cannons and commence a furious enfilade fire from the church and corral batteries, forcing the attackers coming in from the east to move north.

Musket and cannon fire pour from the walls of the Alamo, and three attacking columns stall at the north wall. The Texians are holding their own and laying down a deadly fire.

Momentum lost, Santa Anna commits his reserves. Grenidiers (grenediers) and zapadores (sappers) charge into the fight and finally succeed in breaching the Texian defense. Meanwhile, the caballeria (cavalry) breaches the Alamo’s southwest corner from the west side. The Texians fighting there are quickly overwhelmed and fall back, taking refuge in the adobe apartments, convent and church. Mexican troops pour into the compound unchecked; others seize the abandoned batteries, turn them around and fire at the retreating Texians with their own cannons.

Hand-to-hand combat is fierce. The fighting turns especially bloody as the Mexican troops go room to room, overwhelming each pocket of resistance and shooting and bayoneting everything that moves.

Some 60 defenders break out of the Alamo heading east on Gonzales Road, but Santa Anna’s cavalry is waiting and cuts them down.

An hour after the initial attack, Davy Crockett stands alone, still proudly and tenaciously defending his diminished position. A frightful gash angles across his forehead. Holding the barrel of his shattered rifle in his right hand and a Bowie knife dripping with blood in his left, Crockett faces his attackers with the courage of a lion. Twenty dead or dying Mexicans lie beneath his buckskin-clad feet.

The man from Tennessee crouches, daring his attackers to take him. As they move in for the kill, Davy swings wildly until he finally falls, fighting like a tiger until his last dying breath. The fight is over.

Well, Not Exactly

That’s how we in the U.S. celebrated the death of the “King of the Wild Frontier” for a good part of the 20th century. Exemplifying the Texas creed that you have no business telling a story unless you can improve it, Davy’s death scenario grew each time the story was retold.

Then, in 1955, at the height of the Disney Davy’s fame, a diary from Mexico surfaced, claiming Davy had surrendered. For a long time, historians belittled and rebuked JosĂ© Enrique de la Peña’s diary. When they finally looked closely at the corroborating evidence, Davy’s dramatic final scene began to change.

Let’s take a look at the historical record:

Anglo Accounts

One of the first official reports of the Alamo fight comes from Gen. Sam Houston, writing to the commander at Goliad, March 11, 1836: “After the fort was carried, seven men surrendered and called for Santa Anna and quarter. They were murdered by his order.”

Houston doesn’t name Crockett, but his report reveals that from the beginning officials knew that a group of Alamo defenders had surrendered.

Here’s a condensed version of one of the first news reports, appearing in the Morning Courier & New-York Enquirer on July 9, 1836:

“Six Americans were discovered near the wall yet unconquered. They were surrounded and ordered by General Castrillón to surrender, which they did under a promise
of protection.”

One of the six stepped forward with a “bold demeanor.” The troops noticed his “firmness and his noble bearing.” An undaunted “David Crockett” boldly faced Gen. Santa Anna, looking him “steadfastly in the face.”

“Sir, here are six prisoners I have taken alive; how shall I dispose of them?” Manuel Fernandez asked his commander.

Santa Anna fiercely looked at Castrillón, replying, “Have I not told you before how to dispose of them? Why do you bring them to me?”

Several junior officers pulled their swords and lunged at Crockett and the others, plunging their swords into the “bosoms of their defenseless prisoners.”

Mexican Accounts 

Ramón Martínez Caro, Santa Anna’s personal secretary, reports in an 1837 pamphlet published in Mexico that “there were five who were discovered by General Castrillón while the soldiers stepped out of their ranks and set upon the prisoners until they were all killed.”

De la Peña’s diary offers a somewhat different account: “some seven men had survived the general carnage and, under the protection of General CastrillĂłn, they were brought before Santa Anna. Among them 
 was the naturalist David Crockett, well known in North America for his unusual adventures 
 Santa Anna answered CastrillĂłn’s intervention in Crockett’s behalf with a gesture of indignation and, addressing himself to 
 the troops closest to him, ordered his execution. The commanders and officers were outraged at this action and did not support the order 
 but several officers who were around the president and who, perhaps, had not been present during the moment of danger 
 thrust themselves forward 
 and with swords in hand, fell upon these unfortunate, defenseless men just as a tiger leaps upon his prey. Though tortured before they were killed, these unfortunates died without complaining and without humiliating themselves before their torturers.”

Aftermath: Odds & Ends

Although the Davy Crockett surrender scenario remains contentious, especially in Texas, author Dan Kilgore concludes, “Four officers and a sergeant—all of whom participated in the assault and observed the final tragedy—specifically identified Crockett as one of the captives
. Their accounts have come to light over a long period of time, several having surfaced only recently. Any one of them, standing alone, could be subject to question, but considered as a whole, the statements provide stronger documentation than can be claimed for any other incident during the battle.”

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Others believe Davy didn’t even die at the Alamo. In 1840, William White’s letter, printed in the Austin City Gazette, reported a visit to Guadalajara, Mexico, where a native stated a Texas prisoner had been forced to work in a mine. The enslaved miner was, of course, Davy Crockett. White claimed that Crockett wrote a letter to his family in Tennessee and had asked White to mail it for him. Even though the letter never arrived, Davy’s son, John Crockett (a congressman from Tennessee), allegedly went to Mexico to search for his father.

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“Too much has been made over the details of how David died at the Alamo. Such details are not important. What is important is that he died as he had lived. His life was one of indomitable bravery; his death was a death of intrepid courage. His life was one of whole-hearted dedication to his concepts of liberty. He died staking his life against what he regarded as intolerable tyranny,” wrote James A. Shackford in his 1956 book David Crockett.“

Navigate The NOW

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I realize that I keep re-visiting this metaphor, but please allow. As I have aged I find that I have become more and more pre-occupied with allegory and metaphor. Small things take on larger meaning. There are fractals of wisdom inter-connected between and within other fractals… all metaphorically and metaphysically linked together (quantum entanglement itself being slightly allegorical).

There is such meaning embedded in so many venues of life. Lessons and parables abound. Not only in the little things but possibly even more-so in the little things for me. The human mind can’t embrace it all. I know I can’t.

The Holy Spirit speaks ever so gently, but brother and sister, you know He speaks POWERFULLY! His Wisdom will often overwhelm. One is slain in His presence. Many of you know what I’m talking about. The Holy Spirit often speaks magically and wonderfully to His friends => the gift of knowledge… the gift of wisdom.

When we come to a place in our lives where we have actually opened up our spiritual ears to hear, we find that He has been waiting for us in a more powerful sense for a long time. It is all so sweet and so dear! Joy supreme!

Back to The NOW => the NOW is one of life’s enduring, most meaningful metaphors. NOW is the evasive singularity in which we now exist. We live within the space/time continuum. There is a place beyond space and time where time has no meaning. But here, time is the driving function.

Time can be broken down into very small pieces or it can be framed into larger structures. You can’t ever break time down small enough to stop it… or to actually get a fully-defined look at it though. The analytical grasp required is infinite. No matter how small you break time or space down one can always break it down further. It’s just a mathematical truism.

Calculus deals with the fact that in calculation, one often *approaches* the solution by integrating between limits. And for all practical purposes that is sufficient. But scientific methodology is often an asymptotic approximation. It works. It’s good enough for “government work” But it’s still a hamster on a treadmill who doesn’t ever quite get there.

What I’m so unsuccessfully trying to metaphysically describe is a paradigm best described as being asymptotic in nature. Reference my previous post: God Is the Asymptote: https://jctmisc.home.blog/2019/10/26/god-is-the-asymptote/

God is the grand, infinite, impulse singularity that encompasses The full spectrum of eternity. And you can’t get there from here. You can approach the Throne but ‘His glory He will share with none other.’ He is beyond comprehension… beyond the pale of fully grasping.

I suspect that in one regard we will forever be metaphysically chasing the asymptote => forever bathing in an increasingly-lovely understanding of the Holy One – The One who truly and fully embodies infinity. Infinity is the grand fractal conundrum that exists within the Fourier spectrum of an impulse function. It’s allegorical to the mystery of the Godhead. Three-in-one existing as One. A mysterious singularity if ever there was one.

John 1:1 RSV In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

I apologize. I have badly digressed. Candidly, it’s difficult remembering my original (germ seed) thought now {I told you I was old}. I get lost in all the fog and impenetrable overdraft. My thoughts get all ‘fractalized. Isn’t that dreadful? It’s entirely possible that I didn’t have a thought in the first place. Makes one wonder, huh đŸ€Ș? Call me Forest Gump.

Post has gotten too long anyway. Possibly to be continued…? I don’t know.

A big “howdy” to all. We say “howdy” a lot down here in Texas. Texas => What a wonderful and distinguished history!! I am humbled to be a (very) small part of this place. Davy Crockett, Sam Bowie, and Stephen F. Austin => forever legends in my book! Long live their memory.

Later, dudes and dudettes. Love ya’…

PS: I apologize for the fragmentation and bafflegab. I get tend to get swept away in this stream of consciousness thing. I sometimes lose track of where I am đŸ€Ș

Walt Disney – A Great Man

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Walt Disney => Great man as well as an incredibly-gifted artist.

Even as much as I’ve enjoyed some of Disney’s latest creations – Toy Story 4 for example (Pixar)… I believe that Disney corporate has become, generally speaking, something Walt Disney would possibly have abhorred.

Call me Pollyanna, but were Walt Disney able to provide future guidance, Disney Corporation (creatively and corporately) would not have taken some of the dark turns in the road that they’ve taken since Walt’s passing.

Mickey Mouse, as the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, was about as dark as Walt Disney was ever going to get. Walt Disney would have personally resisted the dark-minded, party-line groupthink that has so viciously co-opted modern-day Hollywood.

Walt Disney sincerely loved and appreciated us kids (back in the 1950’s). Walt was not irrevocably married to the bottom line like so many are today. Walt believed in right and wrong and in genuine good will. Walt Disney was a generous man. He was a kind man.

I will always remember the autograph I received from Walt Disney back in the day (mid 50’s). A seven or eight (?) year-old boy, with a mother’s assistance, wrote a brief letter to Walt Disney requesting an autograph. In the midst of the huge disarray and disruption of developing DisneyLand, Walt Disney took time out and kindly responded to the whimsical request of a small child.

Along with Walt’s nice letter, Walt also carefully returned the boy’s letter. The boy had inscribed a large rectangle on his letter requesting that Walt sign his name <<right here>>. Walt Disney had complied, returning the boy’s letter with his colorful autograph dutifully tattooed onto the boy’s letter. đŸ€—

I still have that little rectangularized’ Walt Disney autograph somewhere around here. I will forever remember Walt Disney though… with a great deal of affection. He was one-of-a-kind 😱.

Above is his colorful signature alright. I can confirm that. GREAT man in my book. GREAT MAN!

Nobody Loves You – John Lennon

I know some reject John Lennon due to his total rejection of Jesus. I understand. But I want to again emphasize that I believe it’s important to always separate the art from the artist.

John Lennon was a stupendous, rock n’ roll music master. His contributions to rock n’ roll are legendary and incalculable. I mourn John Lennon’s passing as I also mourn his rejection of Jesus. However, I will forever love (most of) his music. There will never be a lyrical musician quite like him. The man was a gifted poet and a well-intentioned individual.

You are greatly missed by many, John Lennon.

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Thanks To My â€œFollowers”

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A big thank you to each one of you who “follow” my blog.

It is quite gratifying to observe that SOMEONE IS ACTUALLY READING SOME OF MY POSTS!? What a deal! Who would ever have imagined?

I’m old. I’m sick. I’m retired. I’m entering that nasty grey fogField that lies at the edge. My immediate circle of friends and family has become quite small (lonesome George Gobel here). So I appreciate this wild and crazy little archipelago => this little “circus of the mind.”

I wanted to let you know that I sincerely appreciate you. You are NOT inconsequential to me. I value your association. I feel like I sorta’ know some of you guys (and gals) already. And as long as you don’t get to know me too well, I’m sure we’ll get along famously đŸ€ .

Proverbs 27:17 RSV Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another.

Proverbs 27:17 KJV Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.

The shared blogosphere that we enjoy is a comfort and an inspiration to me. Each of us, as a separate nexus, enjoys a different little community – community being the operative word. We share and cross-pollinate each other in a menagerie of intersecting circles… each one of us being a distinct junction point (bundled into differing neuron packs) => firing off photo-chemical synapses in multiple directions => fractals within fractals, superposition processed into larger data structure realizations. A little bit analogous as to how the human brain operates (weird deal).

As you have blessed me, I will also try to bless you. Whether it be to entertain, to inform, to comfort, to edify, to inspire, or whatever other *heady😄* thing it might be, I promise to always try to be true to my “followers”. I will try to be real. I will try to empathize. I will try to help as I’m able. And I will try not to be TOO wigged’ out under plan B (don’t hold me to that last one too much, please). đŸ€Ș

Anyway, thank you precious “followers.” Lonesome George feels a bit better now. Coffee anyone? Hot tea? Glass of wine? Perhaps a blueberry scone? Talk atcha’ later, dudes and dudettes. Let’s meet up later at the “fork in the road.” 😎.

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