Amma's blog: "I Am"

I never heard this Perfect Circle song before tonight - when I was seeking some lyrical partner to help me express my latest question. It turns out it's a good song for my blog as a whole "I AM", plus it has lots of colors in it. The colors relate because I just discovered that a BLUE state meant dems, and a RED state meant reps. I thought it was exactly the opposite. 

I am trying to decide if there is some sort of linguistic jab in the choice of labeling colors. Dem bones, dem bones, dem DRY bones (I really think Scott Brown will win in MA.) On the other hand, I always heard the term "bleeding heart liberal" which made me think that a RED state was a dem.

Really, I am glad that I allow myself to not be a party person, but rather a person who thinks abortions should be legal - but prays that no girl gets one to later bare the scars of remorse she did not know were forming, who thinks successful businesses should be rewarded, that bad company performance should NOT be rewarded, that freedom of speech allows for bad ideas to be shown in all their glorious flaws and good ideas catch on more quickly, that Americans should be able to disagree with grace over what IS a good or bad idea, that those who represent the WE THE PEOPLE should take a few weeks out of every year to live like those whom they represent, that less government mucking things up with its SLOOOOOOOOOOW and disconnected factions is a GOOD thing, television should stop shoving crap down our ignorant throats, violence is not good, fitting in for the sake of fitting in is fear incarnate (no offense to those who truly do enjoy being herd), taking care of your offspring is the most important job you will ever do, mentoring others if you have no offspring is equally important, bad people look just like good people, there are worlds within worlds and anything we can do to understand them and inform them of our reality is a GOOD thing.

That is why I spend my time speaking my reality, and my fantasy, my amusements, and observations - because somebody somewhere is going to blink and say - HEY! I NEVER MADE THE CONNECTION!!! ...and then they will.

Also, I had the most awesome experience at Wash World today. I got the gold wash, which included a bottom blasting, a triple coat of blue, pink, and yellow goop which made me feel like I was in a giant tub of Superman ice cream for a little while; at least until the giant octopus that my Uncle Howard told me about decades ago came and washed it all away. 

Jest keep thinkin' - dem, rep, or ind, u cant go rong.

Now, I shall go lay down, since I have a headache, probably because of all the things I question. WHY????

THIS MAKES ME LAUGH!!!!!

I really wanted to write about the question I asked myself a moment ago - which was:

Why is there not a keyboard with an underlying luminosity, so that when I wander from the realms of my touch typing landscape - like into the #%*@)#(U$)(!&*# places, I would not have to yank my lap top screen down in order to shine a little light on the mysterious area? WHY? WHY? and... WHY is there not such a device? Or is there, and I have just never shopped for luminosity in a keyboard, but rather affordability. 

Of course anytime I ask myself a question, I immediately think of music to help me illustrate my confusion. This time I led myself through a winding path of Sulfur and Snuff (via Slipknot) and then wandered through some Mamma Sed and assorted Puscifer treats to the above video that MAKES ME LAUGH! Gosh darn it...

This was the night that I was eating Bertie Botts Jelly Beans, however, and after ingesting one dirt jelly bean, one sausage jelly bean, and watching my granddaughter laugh her way through a soap flavored jelly bean then coming home and watching Christoper Walken show his jealousy in The Prophecy as the shunned angel Gabriel, stalking the world for the soul of some horrible Colonel (not even a good chicken recipe in sight) - it all makes sense.

HA! I laugh.

“Well, with all due respect, it’s not the Kennedys’ seat, and it’s not the Democrats’ seat, it’s the people’s seat.” said Scott Brown in a Massachusetts's senate race debate.

I was walking past the television and my ears picked up those words. I stopped and stared and gave a resounding "YES!!". Since the politicians seem to be understanding that WE THE PEOPLE have regained a sense of empowerment, that we understand we ARE able to find representation just by SPEAKING UP, it is surely time to educate ourselves even further.

With great power comes great responsibility - empathy, forethought, logic, charity, and wisdom must be part of what every American seeks to understand and utilize. History, Literature, Philosophy, and Science need to be studied as even leisure time activities. 

We do not want an "IDIOCRACY" (see the movie - it cannot be the future) so every citizen needs to become a beacon of hope.

Let your light shine.

WELCOME TO BIZZARO WORLD!! Following is a short list of my observations - JUST TODAY - of things that make no sense to me. Shadowboxing is what it looks like to my psyche, because surely we MUST have moved beyond some of these supposed issues...

I once wrote an essay on my prolonged visit to the Secretary of State's office. I noted the people that were huddled in duets, trios, or solos. I listened, just briefly, to the closest so that I could get a sense of what they were there for. I made up scenarios for those I could not hear. I enjoyed writing that in my mind, while I patiently waited for my number to be called.

Today I drove past what used to be the biggest water park, mini golf, video game arcade, go cart, and batting cage facility around. It was called Funtyme. Now a new building sits there, its neon blue sign declared SECRETARY OF STATE.

I laughed.

I like Sarah Palin. She is a real person. She is going to be on Fox News with another person I trust to give me good information - Bill O'Reilly. Sometimes he swears. So do I. Why was the elder President Bush subjected to somebody babbling to him when he visited a restaurant? Are there not people who are supposed to protect him? Freedom of Speech is important though - President Bush and all those before and after him acted in ways to protect our rights as American citizens to exercise that right, but surely there are also proper ways to tell somebody that you disagree with them. Maybe the Secret Service guys could have given the disgruntled man that was babbling an email he could write to. Or maybe he could go to some town hall meetings and give solutions (even bizzaro ones) to his issues, instead of just hurling insults.

But then I got all confused again because Reverend Al does not like the word negro. And somebody else is in trouble for saying something about the skin tone of now President Obama. I am just so DONE with all of it. I am proud of my African heritage, my Asian heritage, my Native American heritage, my European heritage, my Pacific Islander heritage, because if we all come from Adam and Eve, then we all must have the same threads, some just more clearly than others. And no, God did not have to do it all in 7 24 hour days (well, 6, because the 7th was for a well deserved rest). Divinity does not have to adhere to a mortal timeline. 

I sit there, and I watch these educated, entitled, well-fed, mind melders (because for some they are doing just that), and I can't help but think of a charismatic man that told me he did alot of dumpster diving, and that the homeless shelters and the chow lines were what helped him most in his life. Then there was Edward, a nice man from New York with tattoos all over his face, going to law school. I saw him in the mall and hailed him over to myself and my children so I could ask him a little about the choices he had made with his skin, and he made me laugh by telling me that where he came from it was a little risky to just go to people that called out to you. I think about all the needs I saw in the many, many months I spent in various hospitals with my oldest daughter (an amazing woman), while she nurtured her family while leukemia relentlessly stomped over my baby grandson.

There is so many REALLY IMPORTANT things in the world, yet we in this young and truly thriving country, can not get past the color of birth given skin. I decided I really liked the Lizard Man. He speaks well, and he probably does not give a rat's ass what color anybody else's skin is, nor what they think about HIS skin. That is so refreshing.

Finally, I do so like my vet. He told me long ago that there were no good girls, just good dogs, and that all women should get distemper shots. I like him because he is so freakin' politically incorrect, but he just oozes good man. Give me a green skinned wisecracking GOOD PERSON, caring for the needs of others - human and/or animal - and THAT is who I want to meld the minds of the future. Fine - the green skin is optional (I would not want to be ummm... colorist) but the open minded disregard for the tribal divides is a MUST!

Ahhhhh... the smell of sects and candy. The Sugar Shack of Maam the Shepherdess. EVERYBODY IS WELCOME! If you lay an egg - JUST SIT ON IT!

It's true, when I am not invoking the energy of a mosh pit in my witty retorts (maybe it is my imaginaaaaaaaaaaaaaation), I allow my mind the comfort of a feathery and tart avatar; never watery - that roof is 100 percent Graham Cracker!

There is just one rule - if cats come over no cat nip is allowed, the munchies could result in being eaten out of house and home. And roost. Sylvester behave...

The worst tequila I have ever swallowed was just prior to seeing this band. The music took the bad taste from my mouth. I wonder if nine out of ten dentists would agree with the bacteria fighting properties of Type O Negative? Maybe they should study it...

I used to battle Siroccos in the little lost land of Yserbius.org - it really was beginners stuff, after I learned to fight the battle properly. Keep in mind this was an imaginary place with imaginary challenges, yet the satisfaction from quelling them is known to gamers everywhere. 

Last night I was blessed with the company of my young granddaughter and my youngest daughter in the car at the same time. My granddaughter had my phone, and access to the music I find inspiring so this is what was filtering from the backseat to the front:

I never heard of Anvil, nor am I familiar with the allure of the floppy sounds the lead singer Lips can make; though I, too, can make those same sounds.

My husband introduced me to the beauty of metal in a place called Sword Swamp - appropriate, I do believe. I had started out with an affinity for Kiss, Aerosmith, Deep Purple, Lynard Skynard - and then jumped to the Parliment Funkadelics, The Ohio Players, Slave - then I switched to Adam Ant, Billy Idol, Kajagoogoo - then there was this weird period of country music which I phased out of and in to the offerings of my beloved husband, who says I am not shy at all (SEE KAJAGOOGOO "TOO SHY".)

Any way - after watching Phil Anselmo "THANK YOU! THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH!!" (my best Phil Anselmo impression based upon personal observation at a Pantera concert) conducting this interview I came away with one question:

What is the difference between a Bass player and a BASS player? They both have to have hooks, strong fingers, and a line.

I bought my cats cat nip. 1 eats it, 1 rolls in it. Several lala moments later, the eater tried to get to the cat nip that the roller was still rolling in - claws were unsheathed - the first time ever! I was about to call the children to show them, once again, the dangers of narcotics (cat nip is such to cats). But I got side tracked by the thought of a new spin for Animal Cops. All turned out well. For some reason Garfield came to mind (he is a cat), which made me think of Weird Al and his video FAT. I am pretty sure it was because after watching the cats acting weird I wondered if they might have the munchies, and I did make lasagna for dinner...