ha ha ha ha ha

sometimes you just have to laugh, because it's either that or cry. it is amazing that sometimes you can totally see something coming a mile away, and it's the very actions you undertake to prevent it from happening that bring it about. that's either tragic or totally hilarious

running (just to catch myself)

you know what i dream of? you might be surprised.

on an intellectual elite

it's true that not everyone is a leader. and it's further apparent that 'the masses' are not able to see the 'big picture' much of the time.

but the funny thing is if there is an 'intellectual elite' then I am one of them. if people need to be shepherded by someone who can see the bigger picture and understand the burdens of leadership, I am one of them. I scored in the top 4% of their little tests. I read their 'internal memos', if you will. I understand what they think they're doing and their reasons why.

for all intents and purposes, we are equals. but it seems we look on 'the masses' from a completely different perspective. while they see them as 'useless eaters' and/or cattle, I think theirs is the lifestyle that is to be envied. I think that all the little things that a 'regular person' concerns himself with throughout the day are the true pinnacle of humanity's calling.

a man (and woman) should be concerned about his walk with God, his family, his friends. he should be worried about making an honest living and living peacably with his neighbors throughout his days.

We the elite are burdened, not priviledged, with the gifts of insight and intelligence. If we are smarter, wiser, or more farsighted than our fellow man, it is our solemn duty to see to it that we are using said intellect to keep mankind in the best condition possible, so that the average man can continue to worry about the above listed things.

It is not everyone's calling to concern himself with the fate of nations. It is not a flaw in character to raise a good family without time to think about the fate of the world.

If we are called to these things at the expense of the 'normal' life, it does not make us 'better' or 'masters' of the common man. It is our duty only to serve.

Mankind is the most valuable resource on the planet, and it needs to be conserved and protected before all other earthly interests. This is why plans by today's intellectual elite to 'cull the herd' of mankind are so very barbaric, in direct contradiction to the goal towards which intellect should be striving.

the winds of change are blowing

it's been awhile since i felt this. nearly a year. last time it felt like an electrical storm, the air crackling with hints of tomorrow's potential. i mistakenly thought the harbinger of change signalled only good, but as is so often the case, things are seldom as good as they seem.

this time it is less energetic, more steady, but equally assuring that change is coming. the promise of it being change for the better is not even hinted at. neither does it hint anything ominous, so I guess it could go either way.

it's just one of those times where you see on the horizon change approaching, but can only guess at the nature thereof. hope for the best.

think ye not

... that i don't appreciate what i have. i post a lot of stuff here that I don't feel like saying anywhere else, so one could get the impression that wow, this kid must be one depressed dude. but nothing could be further from the truth. I have a wonderful life. God has blessed me with far more than I deserve. Honestly when I do pray because I want something--anything-- even a girl, I feel somewhat guilty because I feel like wanting anything is like saying 'what i currently have isnt enough to satisfy me'. and that'd be just downright ungrateful, after all He's given me.
Pretty much all I can do is cite that verse where it says 'it is not good for man to be alone', and pray that the need gets met. But don't for 1 second think I don't know or appreciate what i have. I totally do. I can just say that everywhere and don't feel compelled to post it anonymously, so I don't post it here much. but now I did, just for the record. so there.

a funny thing

fool me once shame on you... fool me twice, shame on me. after one 'love gone awry' situation it is amazing to me how gunshy i become about using the "L" word.

it's like if I don't ever use the word "love" in conjunction with someone, somehow that will make it easier when she inevitably betrays, disappoints, forgets, or otherwise lets me down.
I'll say things like "I care", or she and I are "close", or she "means a lot", etc. Because none of those are the "L" word. As if consciously tiptoeing around it somehow means it isn't there.

Well hindsight is 20/20. I suppose she has rejected me, forgotten me, and otherwise disappointed me... and I was never sure why that hurt as much as it did. After all, I kept the "L" word out of it!

But love is more than just a word, isn't it? Whether you are willing to say "I love you" or not... that doesn't change the facts. Moreover, it doesn't follow that because love is there either way, it should be said. There are plenty of circumstances where it is better left unsaid, I think, including mine. And if lying to oneself or playing word games is the only way to avoid blurting out unwanted or otherwise inopportune professions of love, perhaps it is best that one does the needful to avoid said faux pas.

So maybe it's a good thing I fooled myself for so long, because now it's essentially too late to say anything stupid. Now I'm looking back on it going

'heh. I guess I loved her, after all. how about that?'

I guess now the only remaining quagmire is my unfailing tendency to love someone who has an infinitely tiny chance of ever returning said love. No accounting for taste, eh? I don't suppose that I'm impossible to love, just that I'm never attracted to the person who loves me 'like that' to love them 'like that'.

and i guess I'll further concede that I'm pretty weird, so I don't imagine there's like droves and droves of women out there who would be like 'ooh i looove you' etc.

to put it bluntly, my options for dating are a lot more plentiful than my options for actual love, and I guess I'm getting to the age where I want less just 'dating' and something more long term. We all get there sooner or later I guess.

I guess I've been saying ' I guess ' a lot in this post. oh well.

i don't know why, but tonight i feel especially alone.

'it is not good for man to be alone'

the Good Book says. But for some reason I guess I always have been, more or less. it's not always a bad thing. but tonight I feel the weight of it, and tonight I guess it hurts.

.......

incidentally, a lot of times i cant say with words what I'm feeling nearly as clearly as I'd like to. that last post is a good example. I dont feel that anyone reading that post would grasp what I meant at all, and the english language is sometimes a mighty poor communication tool.

no matter how many words I use I feel like i'm circling around the heart of the matter, never getting any nearer.

I think that's why we have music, to convey the things we're feeling that we can't say. but unfortunately I don't read, write, or play music so I'm left stumbling around as best I can with words. dangit.

Stuff

So today I am thinking about "stuff". Not "stuff" as in 'hey guys i'm thinking about stuff' but "stuff" as in, the "stuff" we have in our lives. material possessions.

We in America think we have so much "stuff". We pretty much rate our lives by how much "stuff" we have. Who do we envy and strive to be more like? The people with the bigger houses, nicer cars, and better "stuff" than we currently have.

And on that scale, I guess I could say I'm doing pretty good. I have a house, 2 cars (even tho one is a piece of junk), a steady job, this computer (and several laptops)... my stuff is better than a lot of people's stuff.

But how much of this is actually 'mine'? Let's say I lose my job tomorrow. Worse yet, let's say one of them solar-flare thingies hits and knocks out the electronics all over the country. cars won't start, communications don't work, etc.

For starters, I can't get to work. and that means I can't get paid, which means if law enforcement stays organized (and the banks want to be jerks) they could take my house. and my car. I'd still have my computers and cell phone, but a fat lot of good that will do me without a place to keep it or charge the batteries. All the sudden all the 'stuff' I own becomes pretty worthless.

What's important in life is the 'stuff' that doesn't fluctuate with your income--namely, people. incidentally, if the people in your life would leave you if you were short on cash (or more would come if you had more cash) those are not the 'important' ones I'm talking about.

The real important people in life stand by you. If we weren't so consumed all the time with our stuff, we'd be more choosy with whom we associate, I think. Right now America is sort of stuck in a perpetual highschool fairyland, where social status and trivial squabbles still mean a lot.

But the number of homeless and poverty-stricken americans is growing rapidly, and those people can tell you what they're worried about right now is survival. But once 'the system' runs you over, you can scarcely get back in. It's all court dates, tresspassing charges, and living meal-to-meal for them. Try to apply for a job with these things on your record, see how far you get.

your best bet is almost to go to prison, where they are obligated to clothe and feed you. it's tragic. and if out of my relative fortune I was to just fork over some cash, how does that improve their plight? ...it doesnt, really. I'm not rich enough to live like I'm independantly wealthy, much less make anyone else independantly wealthy. I could give them some cash for a meal, but that doesn't make a dent in the problem. I could give them enough cash to buy more gadgets (like I buy for myself all the time) but I can't get them back in to the system. I can't make their lives 'normal' again, and I fear that someday their lifestyle will be the new 'normal' in America and what we in the middle class currently refer to as 'normal' will seem like a very good, but very foreign dream when compared with that new reality.

And I hope to be in a position to have the people that are important around me if it ever comes to that.

tides

there's an ebb and flow to life. and some days you are fighting it, some days you are in sync with it. you dont really know how or why you're fighting it, or necessarily even that you're fighting it. but then one day you stop, or the flow changes back in your direction...and suddenly you realize how unnecessarily hard that all was, and everything is serene.
right now everything is serene. i like it.

the first love

maybe you were right to love her. maybe you were wrong. and maybe you've moved on. but deep down, you know that if she ever came to you in tears, today, yesterday, tomorrow, or 50 years from now...you would do everything in your power to make everything right in her world.
Because you still love her. You can love others, and you can accept that she was not the one for you...but you can't hate her. You can't wish her harm. You want what's best for her, even when that disqualified you.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

The Wrong Side

In a world where most of the population is entertained instead of actively engaged, much of what we see is reduced to mere speculation of a sport. This is true of athletic events, but carries into fields like politics and foreign policy. The people decide they will never be a football player, baseball player, politician, or foreign ambassador, so these things fade into the realm of 'spectator sport'. We're just here to watch. Pick a side, root for someone.
We only care about these things if somehow circumstances dictate that we or someone close to us will be affected by what happens 'over there'. If we or a loved one join the military, suddenly it becomes a lot more important who we go to war with (etc).
Well, let's pretend for a minute we have no particular attachments to anything that would unduly influence our opinion. We just picked a side. Say, in foreign policy. US vs Iran. We know nothing of the history of the two nations in the last 50 years, we were just born in the last decade or two and immediately take the side of the US ... because we're from here! (just like a kid from St Louis will root for the Cardinals and a kid from Detroit will root for the Red Wings, etc).
The difference is, in sports there are no 'right' or 'wrong' answers. You could argue til you're blue in the face about what team is better than who, but in the end it's all just perspective.
In real life, I happen to believe there are moral absolutes. This means in a real conflict (not a sporting event) there really is a 'right' and there really is a 'wrong'. Trying to convince someone that they are on the wrong side in these situations is equivalent to trying to convince a sports fan that he is rooting for the wrong team.
In a heated argument, I managed to show parallels (and even worse things) that America is doing to other nations, while Iran isn't doing particularly anything. Still, (through our proxy Israel, and her proxies) we assassinated another Iranian scientist.
If THEY did that to us, we would DECIMATE THEIR COUNTRY, and be justified in doing it. A government is obligated to protect its citizens.
The response I get about why this is OK for us but not OK for them is literally this: "Because we're the good guys!"

If the good guys are doing the same thing as the bad guys, what makes them the good guys? 'Good' is not a geographic location, or a state of mind. If in your battle against evil you turn to evil, even if you win you have now become evil, and replaced the lesser evil with the greater evil, you, who was able to overcome it.
What makes (or made) us the good guys is that here in the US we are (or were) a bastion of righteousness. I don't suppose that everyone everywhere was always righteous. But we were grounded in the Bible. We treated enemy combatants better than they deserved. We didn't torture prisoners like the Nazi's did. We didn't perform gross experiments on our political foes in the name of 'science'. And we didn't sponsor terrorists to commit acts of terrorism.

Now all of that has changed. God has been pushed out of our schools, out of our military, out of our courthouses, and out of our government. The Bible is nowhere to be found. We treat our enemies like animals. We torture prisoners as a matter of policy. We hired (from germany) their wacko scientists to come work for us post-WWII. And we do sponsor terrorists to commit acts of terrorism.

All these things that we do are evil.

So no, we are not the 'good guys' and the world has every right to hate us right now. We are not the good guys according to God's standard, according to human judgment, or on a scale of 'who is less bad'. We are a wicked and degenerate nation who is probably soon to collapse. The only way we can say 'we are the good guys' is through sheer geographical "root for your sports team" idiocy that has no place in logic or common sense.

We are bad, and we need to repent or God will judge us harshly. And that is a fact.

...dangit

So I think this thing nailed me... right down to a T. If I told them the story of the last 10 years of my life, this is exactly how it would turn out:

Your soul urge (6) is to nurture and take care of others. You love people and believe the greatest expression of your inner divinity is through teaching and guidance. Many of you are very maternal or paternal at an early age and are often regulated, by default to the role of advisor or therapist in your social life.

Unfortunately your willingness to take on other people's burdens threatens your romantic relationships. This is because you are often perceived as a friend or a helper rather than as an object of desire. The result is that many sixes end up with broken hearts simply because others simply could not recognize their empathy as being an expression of love and desire.

Part of your challenge in life is to learn how to make yourself more sexually attractive to others. Often this means learning the brutal rules of the game of love, which in courtship often mean practicing a certain kinds of power plays and being mysterious. The mistake that you often make is letting yourself be too available to the person you are trying to attract. As the object of desire realizes that you are willing to be there for them no matter what, they take it for granted that you will settle for less. It is often a six who will spend a year comforting someone they are attracted to in the hopes the person will recognize their good heart, only to be dismayed when they are thanked for all their kind support and the person moves onto a romance with someone else.

Your candidness and forthright manner is also a drawback romantically as others are turned off by your dogmatic approach. As you tend to discuss everything about yourself with a member of the opposite sex, there is little mysterious or sexy about you. Spilling your guts does not help you professionally either, as it encourages others to steal your ideas. Part of your inner struggle might be fighting your urge to connect so intimately with every single person you meet. One way to combat this is to make an effort to be a little more stand offish and play your cards close to your chest, especially when it comes to romance.

As you are a very sensitive and compassionate person you tend to take things very personally. When others let you down you have a tendency to retreat from society and nurse your wounds. Often when a six decides to play the victim in a relationship he or she is met with very little sympathy or help. This is ironic as sixes are so eager to help others and comfort them when they are down and out. The cosmos presents you with this type of situation so that you are forced to heal yourself with the same type of focus and devotion that you use to heal others.

If you feel yourself succumbing to a tendency to isolate yourself or find yourself succumbing to addiction or depression your best course of action is to forget about yourself entirely and go out and make an effort to help someone less fortunate than you. This teaches you to be helpful to people you are not attracted to as sixes have a way of only making themselves useful to individuals that they find attractive or desire.

The very highest calling of your soul urge number is to renounce sex and relationships altogether and devote your life to a religious or spiritual practice.

_____________________________________________

I dont know about the whole 'renounce sex and relationships' part (I don't think I'll ever do that voluntarily) but the rest of it is spot on. SPOT ON. To that last part I just say 'what do you know about my highest calling?' and skip over it.

Birthday Bonus

It has been brought to my attention that today is the birthday of John Williams, the composer who composed (among others) soundtracks for Star Wars, Jaws, Jurassic Park, ET, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Indiana Jones, and Superman.
Happy Birthday, John Williams (he is 80)!

At the risk of sounding extremely nerdy, I really want to focus on Star Wars for a second. I think, perhaps more than any other movie franchise, Star Wars captures a fleeting truth about life: the fall to the Dark Side.
How is it that a guy so full of good intent can fall so very far, with only the best of intentions all along?
We see Luke refusing to risk falling to 'the dark side' by fighting his father, at least up until his father brings up Leia.
"So, you have a sister! ... if you will not turn to the Dark Side, then perhaps she will!"

Only then does Luke go on the offensive, but STILL if he kills Vader he becomes the very thing he set out to destroy. Anakin Skywalker became Darth Vader only trying to protect the people he cared about. He was selfless and giving, only trying to help people. How did he go from hero to villain just by doing what he thought was right?
And now that we see (in cinematic HD) how easy it is for pure intent to fall prey to evil, and transform into villainy...this poses a relevant question to all our lives:

how can we resist evil without falling prey to it ourselves?

Let's get REAL for a second...

...(title from Metroman in the cartoon Megamind)

I have a confession to make. I love love. Not just friendship or brotherly type Christian love... romantic stuff. guy saves girl. girl loves guy. etc.

It seems like there are so many rules in our interactions with each other. We don't want to live in isolation, but we don't want to let people too close either. The longer I live, the more I realize how necessary the distance we keep seems to be. Without it, we are defenseless. And when we're defenseless, people hurt us.
But what if there's that ONE person...that ONE person with whom we can totally let our guard down. That one person who we can trust. Trust their motivations, trust their judgment, trust their words when they say them...and feel completely SAFE that they aren't going to stab us. Knowing that you would do anything for that person, and they likewise for you. It's that all-out, no-restrictions, give-it-your-best-shot kind of love that really energizes me. I don't just want to say 'I love you', and get a warm mushy feeling in doing so. I want to SHOW it. Not just like, 'I bought you these flowers', but in all aspects of life. In the hard times I want to be rock-solid and there to lean upon, pointing always to God as the source of comfort and sanctuary. And in good times I want to be spontaneous, showing her that she's not just 'any other person' to me, she's special. I don't do this for 'just anybody', this is for you. I want to show her things and take her places she always wanted to see but didn't. I want to be a man of God who can explore spiritual depths with her. I want to change her life and make it everything she ever hoped for.

So why don't I?

Well I guess I have a couple reasons. Number one, I cant say that I know who 'she' is. Or technically, if 'she' exists.
And number two, I worry that I can't live up to the expectations that I have of myself and that she may have of me. 'wanting' to do and be all these things and actually being able to are two totally different things. It would be a big leap of faith to try that kind of love. I'd want to know she was 'the one' before I tried to love her like that.
Til then... my guard is up.

the other night the strangest thing happened. I was just lying there in bed, on the verge of falling asleep, when this pleasant sensation crept over me. I say 'crept' and not 'swept' because it was very slow. and interestingly enough when a good feeling 'washes over someone' it generally is described as starting from the head and working down to the toes, or generally moving in an vertical direction.
this was blatantly horizontal. I was lying with my hands folded upon my chest, and the feeling began in my left elbow (the "leftmost") and worked across to my right elbow. I scarcely know how to describe it. it was like that feeling of unlimited potential you get when you climb out of the car on a beautiful day, surrounded by friends and an open field with footballs, frisbees, or whatever your favorite game is. Nothing has happened yet, but you know it's about to. you get that 'tingly feeling' of excitement, and that's similar to how this felt, except it wasn't exciting. It didn't make me more awake, if anything it almost made me more tired.
I was consciously aware of the sensation from the moment I noticed it in my elbow. it took a full 10-15 seconds to cross my entire body, and stayed for 30 seconds to a minute.
I vaguely recall wondering if I was dead, or if I was wrong about there being no 'pre-trib' rapture, because I've read that near-death experiences (or post-eternity experiences) are supposed to be blissful. And peaceful. And I guess this was both of those. the thing that really makes it stand out in my mind isn't that it 'felt good', because we've all felt good for no apparent reason at some point or other. it mainly stood out in my mind because for me my 'feelings' or 'emotions' always seem to emanate from the pit of my stomach. they usually kind of radiate outward if it's positive energy and I feel like they spiral inward if it's negative. This moved from left to right. I tried googling up said sensation but I couldn't find anything that sounds exactly like what i'm talking about.
...with my luck, this is a little-known precursor to a stroke or something, so maybe it's good that I didn't find anything about it. Why ruin it?

What's Going On

Military chaplains have been ordered to not read a letter from the Catholic Church instructing its parishioners to oppose the Obamacare mandate that faith-based organizations provide funding for contraceptives in their insurance plans.
Not only has the Federal Government told religious institutions that they MUST violate their own statutes, it has gone a step further and prohibited clergy from preaching on the subject!

The justification for this is 'separation of church and state.'

Balderdash. Poppycock. Absolutely ridiculous. Separation of church and state is now used to keep God out of government and government in the Church.
The intention of such provisions in the Constitution was to do the opposite-- that is, to allow God in government and keep government out of the Church.
Centuries ago, agents of the State tried to demand that people believe and worship a certain way. This was frowned upon by our wise Founding Fathers, who instituted a system of government where the State does not control, prohibit, persecute, or reward a person based on religious beliefs.
Unfortunately, we now live in a system completely devoid of God. Instead of it being illegal for a government official to dictate the contents of a sermon in a place of worship, it is now illegal to invoke or acknowledge God as a government official!
How did we fall so far? And how can we get back?
And how can we pretend to be a nation that goes to war for 'righteous' reasons when we clearly have shoved God from our society?

Case In Point

I had sooo much to write about yesterday, and I was gonna try to save it for today. but I forgot what I was going to say between then and now (thus verifying the point made in my very first post).

Oh well.

Worship Service

Suppose you stumble into a worship service. there are thousands of people, but the spotlight is on the one dressed in gold in the center. there are no cups, no wine, no bread. you don't see a cross, or a Bible.
You do hear songs of praise. Just because it is not the religion you are accustomed to does not mean it isn't a worship service. How can you tell who is being worshipped, if it is not your God? If your God, your religion can be recognized by the Cross, or a Bible, or a communion table, perhaps you can identify the religion you have stumbled upon by its symbols.
What is the significance of the winged disk? Of the burning sun? Of the all-seeing eye? Of Egypt? What do these symbols mean, and to whom do they hold this meaning?

til the world ends

I dont know about 'twin flames', or 'kindred spirits' or 'lifelong love', all that stuff. the process that makes people decide they want to spend the rest of their lives together kind of escapes me. sometimes though I get the feeling that the end is nigh. and it would be nice to have someone to hold my hand while we watch the fireworks.
is that wrong? is it selfish? the way I see it, we can worry about 'forever' later.

some days my head is so full i just want to write post after post (but i try to keep it to one-a-day)... and other days I dont really have much to post at all. today my mind has mostly been on boring things, like my job. I have been having weird dreams tho, all about tornadoes and hailstorms and thunderstorms. I am constantly checking the weather to see if maybe we had a thunderstorm last night that translated into my dream, but that hasn't happened. I even went to dreammoods.com to see what these things mean, but nothing mentioned seemed on-target.

and then last night, I dreamed something about UFO's. there was first of all a UAV coming right at my house (which was actually some other place and a completely different house with a big green lawn and miles of open country, and lacey white curtains, which I dont actually have). It looked like it was gonna crash, and I was gonna try to go the crash site, but then it pulled up at the last second. Then there was this crazy sound, really ominous and drone like, and a strange probe-looking thing came hovering by. it was very clunky and didnt look like it should be able to fly at all, but somehow it was airborne. I dont know if it was just the product of my imagination or what, because I dont recall seeing anything like it in real life.
that was definitely an interesting dream

so, I think about the end of the world a lot. not even in a crazy 'omg we're all gonna die!' sort of way. more like a very rational, almost mathematical realization that things can't keep going in the direction they're going without some kind of cataclysm in the next year or two. FEMA has prepared detention centers. Celebrities are buying retreats in remote locations. the US government has contingency plans to literally go underground, and have an intricate network of tunnels under Denver to flee to if necessary. Obviously i'm not the only one who sees the writing on the wall, because all the 'important people' are already prepared.
Thus, my mind wanders to topics like...how prepared am I? In the crap shoot of 'which catastrophe takes us down', how many scenarios am I prepared for? Am I prepared to survive alone? Can I save others? ...what would I do if I could only save a few? Who would I choose? Would they even trust me? Why should I be concerned with the well-being of those who aren't concerned with mine?
Is anyone even paying attention? Is American Idol really the height of intellectual stimulation Americans aspire to these days? Does the fact that I know and care about what's going on in the world make me some kind of unique freak, or have I actually broken out of some kind of mental Matrix ? Maybe it's me that's normal and everyone else that's sedated, being pumped full of 'reality' via MTV or Justin Bieber's hype-filled, fame-and-pleasure pursuing definition of it.
Maybe these are the very circuses with which the masses are concerning themselves while Rome burns, and regarding them as trivial makes me wise and profound, not 'detached and weird'.
Maybe it's everyone else that's weird. Maybe seeing the big picture used to be a common thing that is intentionally being beaten out of the American spirit. Maybe people don't want to know what is going on because they're being trained not to question authority.
Maybe in this New World Order people are only supposed to be sheep, and by maintaining my humanity I am different from most people.
Who is like me? Am I alone? Is there a whole network of millions of normal, everyday Americans who woke up and realized their whole society is built on lies, sponsored by Satanic-cult member elites?
Can anyone read this and say "he's got a point" or will everyone stumbling across this page think "another nut job" and continue on?
Who knows?

who even knows. maybe this is all drivel.

THE WORLD IN CRISIS...again.

the more i think about it, the more comical the situation seems. it's so tragic you have to just laugh at it or you'll cry instead. life, liberty, and the American Way as we know it is hanging by a thread. a teeny, tiny thread and to be honest, with all my thinking and brainpower I cant conjure up a logical reason why that thread hasnt broken yet.
it's a bona fide 'sword of damocles' situation. surely i cant be the only one who sees what is going on-- a President hostile to traditional American values, a government running roughshod over the rights people assume they have (because they had them once, a generation or three ago), foreign affairs about to boil over into another war--potentially World War III.
has anyone noticed we now have over 100,000 troops on standby in the Middle East? and a nuclear sub? and an aircraft carrier? we're making wartime preparations and all the media and public statements by political figureheads are pointing in that direction.

in the summer when you can feel the strong wind coming, and see the dark clouds approaching, you know a storm is on the way. you dont have to be a genius or do a lot of in-depth analysis to figure it out. you dont have to be profound to say 'looks like we gon' get us some weather!'
you can tell, just based on the environment, what's about to happen.

An opening

I think a lot. I also forget a lot. To mitigate this, I write a lot.

What I want is to be remembered for being profound. Unfortunately, a lot of what I write is total drivel. This creates a lot of unwanted pressure to be profound when writing.

So I created this blog, which is absolutely unaffiliated with me in any way. Now I can write as many profound thoughts -- or as much drivel -- as I want.

This blog is for me.

Readers are optional.