>Nothing bugs me.
:Big Gay Al sings I’m Super from South Park’s Bigger, Longer, and Uncut:
Marc Shaiman and Trey Parker’s lyrics resonate….
Bombs are flying
People are dying
Children are crying
Politicians are lying too.
Cancer is killing
Texaco’s spilling
The whole world’s gone to hell
But how are you?
I’m super
Thanks for asking
All things considered
I couldn’t be better I must say
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:The Tree and The Red Fence – Snapped Today Near My House:
Here’s to feeling high and holy as often as possible!
All the best wishes for peace and prosperity.
And….
“May you be inscribed and sealed for a good year.”
>Every once in awhile I get nostalgic and revisit defining moments. Moments where an artist and their work merge with the truth.
Falling In Love Again sung by the incomparable Marlene Dietrich composed by Frederick Hollander as “Ich bin von Kopf bis Fuß auf Liebe eingestellt.”
>Remember the schoolhouse rock cartoon classics…
When legislation still made sense.
>”Do not go gentle into that goodnight” was written by a son to his dying father, to convince him to fight against imminent death.
I take a tiny liberty with Dylan Thomas’ words.
Don’t go blindly into that good night. Do not go disconnected into that good night.
Don’t think you are shut off.
Don’t think you can do nothing.
Don’t think that’s the way it is.
Don’t think.
Get down with being. Human.
I reprint the entire poem written by Dylan Thomas.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
What would you say?
Don’t go ______________________ into that goodnight.
Let me know.
>Be that leader.
We are witnessing a great struggle. A struggle in differences. A struggle in divergence. A struggle that is externalizing all of our inner struggles. A struggle over whether we will be loving or whether we will be fearful. A struggle over whether we will know peace or suffer needlessly.
I’m opting out of the struggle.
I always go back to paraphrasing a country song “all the reason’s I’m here, I know by heart.” You can live in the fiction of the struggle. Or you can revel in the truth. The truth exactly as it is. No fooling. No despair. No hope. Just a knowing that everything is what it is.
“safety lies in truth and not in lies.”
“we create what we defend against.”
“we’re going to get there. one way of the other. It’s just whether we are we going to get there through pain or through joy.”
Let’s get there compassionately.
It’s time to let go of the wants. and. stay in the truth of what’s needed.
it’s time to stop being bitter and get better.
The fantasy of wanting anything to be different than it is, keeps us stuck in the fiction and falsehoods.
Cause never more so… do the words of Frank Capra’s It’s a Wonderful Life spring out at me…
“The money’s not here. Your money is in Joe’s house, that’s right next to yours. and in the Kennedy house… and a hundred others.”
Money doesn’t sit around. It’s in the house down the corner. it’s in your friends business. it’s in a system of support of ideas. A system that is deeply interconnected. A system that needs balanced and right minded decision making.
Yeah. It went off course. Yeah. Smart people did dumb things.
But the truth is the truth. and. it doesn’t change.
“Each life touches so many others…” so lets remind ourselves to remember, what we do matters. The choices we make, no matter how small. MATTER.
So choose wisely. And take care of your own 10 cubic feet.
If you have a roof over your head, a job to support yourself and food on the table consider yourself blessed.
Do something for those who don’t. Stop the judgement.
We’ve all been given so many gifts.
it’s time.
to use them.
:Frank Capra’s It’s A Wonderful Life – Bank Run Scene:
>Back and Bigger Than Ever.
Give me a Fozzy Bear and a Gonzo for president. I couldn’t be happier.
Film – Disney Prepares to Use Its Marketing Magic to Bring Back the Muppets – NYTimes.com
>A disciple asked Confucius about government.
Confucius said. “See to it that there is enough food, enough arms, and the trust of people in the government.”
The disciple asked. “if one of the remaining two unavoidably had to be omitted, which of the three would be first?”
Confucius said “omit arms.”
The disciple asked “if one of the remaining two unavoidably had to be omitted, which would be first?”
Confucius said “omit food. Since ancient times people have died, but nothing can be established without the trust of the people.” (12:7)
Enough said.
“The knowing are not confused; the humane are not worried; the brave are not afraid.” Confucius (9:30)
Confucius’ philosophy deals with “personal and governmental morality, correctness of social relationships, justice and sincerity.”
“Cultivated people reach upward; petty people reach downward.” (14:24)
>I Love Barbara.
The hills were buzzing last night in and around the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, as Streisand headlined a Democratic fundraiser.
>One Day More…. gotta love the use of the musical version of Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables.
http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?af2c813e
Music by Claude-Michel Schönberg, and Lyrics by Herbert Kretzmer, and Alain Boublil
Go young people!
Melanie Lutz 