Quick! To the catcave! Hit the catpoles! Holy cat call!! Pussy is back...
First a Trayvon Martin comment: How could the police not have close up pictures of Zimmerman's injuries? Don't they watch CSI, or is the mainstream media milking the conflict? Is it me or do they do that constantly to feed divisiveness? Drowned out by spoon fed racism, Obama barely gets a word in edgewise to hit on oil company subsidies. Media thrives on Trayvon tragedies a little too obviously, as shown by the unconclusive, 'frame by frame' video of Zimmerman. So much for a 'Day of No Outrage'. From guns for all to 'stand your ground' get-away-with-murder laws and the unrenlenting media fantasy productions, how can the national pulse calm down?
The only way is to get away, which I did after taking a break from building upstairs at Ever Summer... with a fantasitc Buddhist couple from Italy who rented the downstairs apt. on their vacation. We had a great time roaming around St. Maarten and Anguilla. Fabio and his wife Cristiana also turned me on to Buddhist chanting; an effective way of reformatting after CNN.
So what's been happening in Bill's bubble? I noticed he made a joke about a North Dakota tourism poster, completely oblivious to the fact that North Dakota is the only state in the Union with a state owned bank:
News so hot that 17 states are currently studying bills to implement state owned banking.
This is the kind of news mainstream media is trying to bury with Trayvon.
And the cute co-incidences Bill must really know absolutely nothing about?
Back on February 5th I was scanning Bill's Yfrog page when I came across a post about interviewing Shane Smith from Vice.com...
NICK
Bill MaherSo I visited vice.com and left a comment on an article about MIA. Her latest video shows Arabs drag racing across the desert, sand blasting 360s and doing ballet skids, feet out the car. In it she sings 'Live fast, die young, bad girls do it well'. Since the rhythms aren't as nasty as she's used to serving, I commented:
Cat Brown Foreshadowing an untimely demise to clinch awesome media immortality as talent dries up?
February 5 at 6:06pm
Well, a few days later that's what Whitney Houston did, of course, and did well. She was out of rehab, voice back on, finishing a comeback movie... what made her self-destruct a la supernova? Sadness aside, I thoroughly enjoyed listening to Whitney Houston's music all over again... her magical voice reigning over every station. Blessed emotions... cute synch, perfect execution.
Does this sound cold, unfeeling? It all depends on a small attitude adjustment. I was pecking on a liberal salad piece about Bill Gates' resurgence of eugenics in his African population control program. I guess I'm so far to the left I swing back to the right because I disagree with people who are afraid of confronting population explosion. There's nothing to fear but fear itself. Fear of not propagating one's name to the next generation, fear of dying... Suffering needs to be eradicated, yes, but how can it be when we're afraid of losing an ego? I tapped:
Cat Brown
At least I believe in contraception!
Does Pussy logic make Whitney Houston's death any less painful?
Since I rejected religion in my youth I've been trying to rationalize a belief system; one that makes sense to me. I agree with the concept of reincarnation, it fits in with nature's patterns of continuous renewals. In this context, suffering is worse than death. Death is rebirth, a chance for a fresh start. Death may be relief from suffering in many cases. Death is the cessation of the present ego, and that's only horrifying if one is limited to one's apparent identity.
In this light, the concept of abortion can be re-evaluated.I instinctively feel that life starts at conception, but the amount of suffering imposed by the rejection of a barely conceived being, a soul knocking into someone's life via union of sperm and egg, is comparable to so much suffering hardwired into being human. The barely conceived being will be reborn in another incarnation. Stopping its entry at that particular place and time would cause less pain, then, say, bringing up children to fight in wars.
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So I'm acquiring faith via a crumble trail of death and hurricanes... what's even crazier: somehow channeled by Bill... And this year whoever is behind all this is even sacrificing his sense of humor in this non-joke which only makes sense to me in the context of our wind tryst. Maybe Bill's so comfortable he can be funny or unfunny depending on the mood? What Sponge Bob Square Pants alludes to in the 'pineapple under the sea' kibble is undecipherable.
Is this a better way? In this one he goes on the offensive in a new military tac tic: shoot and scoot. The bondage joke is the tip off...
Getting hogtied by a macho comic... and/or submitting to the cloudless abyss; the true definition of faith? Super typhoon Giovanna hit Madagascar in early February. Gee, O vanna? Yes I do, I'm feeling so much love from within... lounging here on hurricane lane is cozy and fun.
With Cri on Pinel Island. I had a fantastic week with Cri and her husband Fab, from Italy by the way of London. Here's Fab.
Well, a few days later that's what Whitney Houston did, of course, and did well. She was out of rehab, voice back on, finishing a comeback movie... what made her self-destruct a la supernova? Sadness aside, I thoroughly enjoyed listening to Whitney Houston's music all over again... her magical voice reigning over every station. Blessed emotions... cute synch, perfect execution.
Does this sound cold, unfeeling? It all depends on a small attitude adjustment. I was pecking on a liberal salad piece about Bill Gates' resurgence of eugenics in his African population control program. I guess I'm so far to the left I swing back to the right because I disagree with people who are afraid of confronting population explosion. There's nothing to fear but fear itself. Fear of not propagating one's name to the next generation, fear of dying... Suffering needs to be eradicated, yes, but how can it be when we're afraid of losing an ego? I tapped:
Cat Brown
If anyone posting on this page were starving in Africa, they'd probably understand the need for drastic change, which realistically means countering the population explosion. In a corrupt and self destructive world, population reduction is the only way of alleviating suffering and easing the burden on the planet. I believe in reincarnation, non-attachment and non-duality. I'm not afraid of dying nor do I need to validate my ego by having children.
February 4 at 3:16pmAt least I believe in contraception!
Does Pussy logic make Whitney Houston's death any less painful?
Since I rejected religion in my youth I've been trying to rationalize a belief system; one that makes sense to me. I agree with the concept of reincarnation, it fits in with nature's patterns of continuous renewals. In this context, suffering is worse than death. Death is rebirth, a chance for a fresh start. Death may be relief from suffering in many cases. Death is the cessation of the present ego, and that's only horrifying if one is limited to one's apparent identity.
In this light, the concept of abortion can be re-evaluated.I instinctively feel that life starts at conception, but the amount of suffering imposed by the rejection of a barely conceived being, a soul knocking into someone's life via union of sperm and egg, is comparable to so much suffering hardwired into being human. The barely conceived being will be reborn in another incarnation. Stopping its entry at that particular place and time would cause less pain, then, say, bringing up children to fight in wars.
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And... MIA you're still the coolest, you can rest on your laurels!
And... MIA you're still the coolest, you can rest on your laurels!
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Whatever the official definition denotes, I don't agree that faith requires the purposeful suspension of critical thinking. To consummate faith in my angel I have been thinking critically, researching every angle, crosschecking the minutest details of every social media clue and weather related reference. I couldn't make this stuff up! When something happens I laugh cause it's so charming and/or cringe in shock at the death and destruction. Irony is rampant here; it's a macabre sense of humor and you roll with it.
So I'm acquiring faith via a crumble trail of death and hurricanes... what's even crazier: somehow channeled by Bill... And this year whoever is behind all this is even sacrificing his sense of humor in this non-joke which only makes sense to me in the context of our wind tryst. Maybe Bill's so comfortable he can be funny or unfunny depending on the mood? What Sponge Bob Square Pants alludes to in the 'pineapple under the sea' kibble is undecipherable.
Is this a better way? In this one he goes on the offensive in a new military tac tic: shoot and scoot. The bondage joke is the tip off...
Getting hogtied by a macho comic... and/or submitting to the cloudless abyss; the true definition of faith? Super typhoon Giovanna hit Madagascar in early February. Gee, O vanna? Yes I do, I'm feeling so much love from within... lounging here on hurricane lane is cozy and fun.
With Cri on Pinel Island. I had a fantastic week with Cri and her husband Fab, from Italy by the way of London. Here's Fab.
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In another expression of latent cause and inherent effect, I noted the Leap Day F4 tornado outbreak which flattened several towns happened right after the Arizona and Michigan primaries, which cemented the victory for Romney and nailed Gingrich's coffin. Election turning points stir up big emotions. I bet some megalomaniacs were really mad that day!
Thanks for flying the friendly skies!
