little things mean alot

The toughest thing about blogging for me now

is resisting the rant.

There is much to rant about during this twilight of our American society.

Failure of our elites, transference of wealth to the oppressors, 

destruction of our infrastructure for profit.

It is very, very difficult to dismiss these things as a 

natural event and to observe without commenting.

Observing without comment is a factor in my internal training regime'.

Observation without comment requires discipline, and a 

Zen like commitment to remaining calm and still while

allowing events to unfold.

Discipline to ignore the PR spin of authority units.

Discipline to understand the death spiral of our stupidity.

Discipline to accept Chaos as a by-product of a society that fails to advance.

I am working on this concept as hard as i can.........

I ordered two shirts on sale.
It amazes me how $60.00 shirts can be suddenly marked down to 
a reasonable price level of $25.00.
How's this work?
I just cannot understand capitalism?

Both of these shirts from an Internet dealer, Craighopper.
The top shirt is a Bear Gylls product, the lower shirt from a company called Kiwi.
These are excellent shirts..

Taking more of an interest in how i appear
 is another part of my re-invention process.
Trying to be more put together and less of the
wrinkled, average old white man.

Just received, Oblivion.
We'll be watching it this coming weekend and I'll report our 
beliefs and feelings on this film.

I also pre-ordered, World War Z, due to be released
09/17/13

Just ordered and in route

Twilight of the Elites is excellent and i have almost completed it.
I have wanted but resisted ordering James Kunstler's new book.
There were widely varying reviews on it but i did finally order it.
I seemed to have traveled through the desert of not reading.
I am enjoying reading again and find time for it now. 

Driving into work this week there were several dogs 
wandering the roads in heavy, morning traffic.
I just hated this..

Dumped or homeless dogs in the road is a true sign
that we are living a third world existence.
My heart just bleeds for them...i want to take all of 
them home, take care of them, save them.
But i can't.
I then thought, we sometimes,  are dogs in the road.
Not knowing where we are, where we are going, 
our eyes filled with that wildness of fear and sensory overload.
We all need to save ourselves.

"When we are no longer able to change a situation-
we are challenged to change ourselves."
Victor E. Frankl