Today in an article in Salon a wrtier mentioned Elvis, quaaludes and the bathroom. Yeah, it’s very funny the dying of Elvis Presley especially to liberals. I wonder though where liberals would be at today if instead of Elvis my big brother’s room was full of Pat Boone records. Talk about a nightmare. What would the Rolling Stones and the Beatles sound like? Would there be such a thing as rock and roll. What would have become of Chuck Berry? Many people called Chuck the King of Rock and Roll when Elvis was in decline. I first heard it in the 70’s. Kings were not really my thing anyway. Not sure it was any favor at all to call Chuck Berry the King of Rock and Roll. He had a lot to do with its orgins, I’ll give you that and the Beatles and Stones rendering of his tunes were really great, but he couldn’t get millions to scream when he let out a note and nobody ever wanted to remove Chuck from the stage for wiggling his hips and thrusting his torso up like he was having sex on stage. So, if the liberals don’t want him let the country folks in the red states have him. I think that could have been the real death of Elvis. The country food, the country lifestyle, the country friends but if all the eastern intellectuals are going to call you crude and vulgar and no talent, what can you do?
I’ve been eating meat lately and so this whole Meatless Monday thing has me really pissed off. I had a hero at Hogan’s Heroes. There was a beautiful younger woman there who took my order. Do you suppose she ate meat. I know, hey, she didn’t. Oh, I love that one. Two more gorgeous young women came in and guess what, they didn’t eat meat either. I was the only schmuck there eating the GD meat. I’ll go to hell for it. Meat is Murder, you know, just like Abortion. That Jesus ate fish is of no one’s concern. To the meditator Jesus is just a Queer. Still trying to figure out how he did those miracles, they deduce Jesus was “enlightened, ” like Buddha whom they don’t accept as their own because Buddha rejected the Vedas. No doubt I’m all wrong here and the great Acaryas, or those who do nothing but study, study, study and learn of arguments against science and Christiantiy and Islam and Judaism and whoever the hell else is different from them, they will take me to task should they ever have the chance to hear this foolishness from my mouth. Of course here on WordPress is a good place but a lot of people don’t like to meet me here. You too? Yeah, they don’t want to indulge the melodrama. If you don’t know what a melodrama is it’s like one of Bruce Springsteen’s songs. “In the DARKNESS, I HEAR SOMEBODY CALL MY NAME!!!”
I just wonder why the dry pussy whipped colleges can’t fit in the deep ass Indian bullshit like Shankaracharya and Vashishtha and Abhinavagupta, the Shaivites and the Vaishnavites with their Gauranga the incarnation of the only real God, take them too Mr. Poof Professor. You deserve them and they deserve you. Take the Mahayana Buddhists too and stick ’em in your brick buildings with your schedules and your grants in aid and loans and grades. All those speculating about who they were lives ago and who you were lives ago and who you will become in lives to come. All those who approve of a Kuruksetra but disapprove of Aunt Marguerite’s hamburger. Take them you motherfucking, overstuffed STATE UNIVERSITIES and you private schools can take them, too, and give them Phi Beta Kappa honors and call them Summa Cum Laudes.
Take THEM for GOD’S SAKE and keep them out of OUR LIVES.
President Bush had a surplus when he became president. He spent it on a needless war in Iraq and tax cuts for the very wealthy. The war in Iraq was allegedly over 9/11, the tax cuts were supposed to create jobs. I don’t recall anything about jobs being created in Bush’s administration. Clinton created jobs, not Bush. He also created the surplus that Bush wasted on war and rich people.
Why do republicans continue to go on about cutting government? It’s their rich supporters who should be cut. They promise jobs but don’t create them.
Gurumayi once complained about followers who let the Guru do everything. They just sit there and say, “come on, do you stuff, Gurumayi.” That’s not a quote of hers but a paraphrase. I was just thinking I felt that way when my momma had the stroke that took her away. I think it’s right to see that I bear some responsibility. It would have been nice to bring mom home and for her not to die in the nursing facility. It was a nursing facility, not a home for more advance therapy. I was unaware then of how much mom hated the therapy and only reflecting now on my own experiences in the hospital how much she wanted to get out of there and go home. Yes, it hurts that I wasn’t at my best when mom fell. I was taking tylenol and melatonin to go to sleep. I was sleeping as much as she was and she was oversleeping. She complained of being tired and I was tired, tired of being unemployed and unwanted. I was really in a depressed state of mind. I now reflect on the health professionals that were involved in all this. I wasn’t a grandchild but I was the baby of the family trying to take care of a greatly revered personality in my family. Everybody had great words for mom. They should have great words for me, too.
Mom hated therapy, the 2 weeks she could get of it from Medicare. If she came home she would get nurse visits 3 days a week. I was wishing that could be more but I’m kind of a pie in the sky dreamer, you know. I’m a big left wing liberal but unemployed and not familiar with difficult tasks like taking care of the elderly. The health professionals in therapy told me she was ready to go home, but I didn’t get it and I hate myself for that now and I’m not too happy with them for not providing me something. When I first saw mom after the stroke I was totally shocked at what it had done to her. She couldn’t walk, she could talk and they were having problems getting her to wake up and stay awake. The doctor told me she wouldn’t recover. Did he mean she was going to die. Well, now I guess not, but there was an ominous vibration to everything when mom fell off her bed that night and I went into her to see what was happening. Very ominous. I asked the physician if there were any counseling services for this. He didn’t know why anyone should need them. I don’t know why he thought it was nothing to members of the family that their mother couldn’t speak or walk or may die. How do members of a family deal with this psychology. Are they supposed to go into martyr mode? Oh, it’s me, it’s all me, I have to do it. I know this and I know that and I can’t let this happen and I can’t let that happen. It’s like slow motion panic. I was alone, all alone. I don’t think the health professionals had any idea how alone I was, but they were nice. There were nice things at the Therapy Hospital about people who had recovered and I guess that is something that gets me blue today. Could mom have recovered anyway, despite the doctor’s claim that she couldn’t? I had helping me my archconservative former Wallace supporter, farm stand operator Aunt Lola Mae and Aunt Ruth, who ran a bar with her husband Bobby who had been in prison for selling tons of marijuana. He had Hodgins disease. How much help could my elderly aunts really give me. Where was the Avatar? Where was that one who arises when darkness falls. Where was my Krishna, where was the inner Self, it was only in pictures and videotapes of Gurumayi. I begged Gurumayi to do something.
I guess I was being a lot like those devotees who ask the Guru to enlighten them without much work on their own part. I have been reading lately though that that is not a good idea to let dwell in your mind. Think the good thoughts. Think about that Inner Self, that Krishna or Christ being INSIDE OF YOU, as you. You may also think of it as inside others as them. Don’t worry for your mother. There is a life beyond this one. You just don’t know it yet. I’ve been conditioned throughout my life to take the blame, to blame myself, to see myself as a jinx, to see that I am something of an underwhelming experience. Get free from that concept of your Self. Your Self is CONSCIOUSNESS AND BLISS. Mom’s self is consciousness and bliss, the health professionals self is consciousness and bliss. This is all just a play the Inner Self has staged for Itself. If you don’t experience that, then just have faith in it.
Somebody posted today at Facebook about the word fuck. It was funny because I had thought of the word fuck myself today. It was the common everyday use of the word you’ve heard every man and woman use to express frustration, it was this use of the word instead of making love. “Are you fuck, did she fuck, want to fuck,” instead of “are you making love, did she make love, want to make love?” It has really taken over in that category and I don’t think it’s any good for sex. Sucking is another word. Suck my cock is a common expression that I find difficult to like. I remember a fellow who used to say blow me, but he didn’t mean it half as much as some of the fellows who say suck my cock. It sounds gentler anyway this blow me thing. It sounds like fellatio, which is the latin for that sex act, oral sex on a male. It’s making love orally on another man. Of course it could be said to a woman if you were in the habit of calling her your “bitch” or something like that. I knew one couple in which the female was known by her religious distinction. Her pet name was Jew. Wasn’t that interesting? Like a Jew woman. Who was the man I wonder, Uncle Sam? Maybe the President. I guess that’s for hating America. Uncle Sam or the President takes the Jew and “fucks” her. I had heard she was pretty smart, on the “president’s list” at the university. I would have preferred to have gotten a scholarship to go to the university because I don’t think there is a president’s list. It’s all just being smooth, I guess. Talking about one thing while you mean another, a kind of game I would say, but maybe just too real, too cool to be called a game, too status rendering.
Here’s that famous song by Joan Baez about love being a 4 letter word. The first time I listened to it closely the man was saying love is just a 4 letter word and I really understood that. It was a coarse and insensitive thing to say, his wife having just had a child, but in this version it is the wife, with the child on her knee saying, “love is just a 4 letter word.”