Wednesday, June 11, 2014

PLEASE STAND BY: WE'RE CUMMING TO YOU lIVE...


                                                   PLEASE STAND BY: WE'RE CUMMING TO YOU live...
                                                                                             by
                                                                                 Mark William Darus.

             In all my decades of writing fiction, I could never have said it better than that of The Tubes did in 1979 about how America took mass media into their lives. I have given myself these last two plus years to write my truth about humanity <my search to answer a single question: That being::: What Is Human>>> and the shared writing of others.

                  Live footage of death of wars would meet our dinner tables at the six oclock news broadcasts during the 1970's.  Horror of war. I can't honestly say I remember my older sisters expressions on this. Truthfully, I don't remember anything at that time as they danced across a black and white TV screen.



                  The Media took control of the wars America would go into. Perhaps fueled by that 1%  controllers of America's holding of over 90-plus% our Counties wealth saw a need after Vietnam to see a further need to gain money  down the road.

                      Seriously speaking, Does not our Country display itself as the beacon of Democracy while all it really wishes is to preserve the strongest sense of Greed  whilst Capitalism directs eachand every one of us down avenue we'd call a loved one a hero.

Consider this fragile persons death as a gain.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corporate-owned_life_insurance

Consider this:

How much are you, FUCK THAT NOISE, WHAT ARE THE TINIEST OF CHILD  BORN FROM HEROIN MOM, THE DRUNK BEATEN BABY IN SCOTLAND, the smallest of premies born at a less than two pounds....


              In Oregon USA, two dead during yet another school shooting.

              Fuck the shooters.

                I wish in my next blog entry to list the names of the many taken in the last 5 years here in the home of the brave.

The Media and not the FBI give these killers memorable names abd such...


find your happy place,
hugs to you all,
Mark/ SLAM TRACTOR






                           





                   I believe The Tubes knew it would grow further.\ Back in 1979.

The words:

Listen boys and girls
About the other world
It's just a day job
Night job
Odd job
Nose job
Hand job
Blow job
Rack job
Snow job
Boring 9-to-5 job
Rather have a knob job
Things get too inertial
No time for commercials
I'd rather be a clone
I guess I'm going home
To visit Kojak
Gong Show
Happy Days
Adam-12
Edge Of Night
Love Of Life
Merv and Mike
Good Times
Make A Deal
Charlie's Angels
Family Feud
Feeling so much thinner
I need a TV dinner
I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore
TV suicide
TV suicide
What a lovely way to die
It's a television suicide
Please stand by
We're coming to you live
'Cause we got news
Hot news
Flash news
Trash news
Funny news
Stupid news
Comprehensive overviews
Eyewitness TV news
Brought to you by Gucci shoes
This one is so juicy
We're pre-empting Lucy
Coming down the street
The sound of running feet
He's at the front door
Back door
Side door
Cellar door
First floor
Second floor
Third floor
Bedroom door
Throws himself across the floor
Turns it on to Channel 4
Stay tuned to this channel
For our all-star panel
I used to know him
He seemed like a regular guy
TV suicide
TV suicide
What a lovely way to die
It's another case of telecide
TV suicide
TV suicide
What a lovely way to die
It's a television suicid

FEE Waybill and The TUBES.



       
                                                                                             

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

‘Let’s go out back and I’ll beat your ass’: An American Judge Yells at a Public Defender.

           
                                       ‘Let’s go out back and I’ll beat your ass’: An American Judge Yells at a Public Defender.
                                                          by Mark William Darus.

a bit of mood music for you to read with.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqTOf0wZvGs

                                      This video is something else;
http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/florida-judge-allegedly-attacks-lawyer-courtroom-article-1.1815085

                   
                                     Land of the free and home of the Brave! Right?

                                     Don't Tread on Me, no? True origin no fully known, yet used many times in American history. Notably referred to as the Gadsden Flag with a snake.

                                     From My Cold, Dead Hands! Charlton Heston, in a  NRA gathering in Colorado after the Columbine incident.

                                      Wow, nice to know we've grown from typical Post Office rampages, far too often and mundane School shootings, snipers having sport (DC Sniper, Brenda Ann Spencer amongst many other  collegiate Bell Tower leagues,) to publicly elected officials going bonkers and going violent.

                                     Just another example of a countries spiritual, mental, economic breakdown?

                                     Rome Fell, didn't it?

                                     Is this the beginning of an up-and-coming trend in the United States? Where elected Judges are going to be  based more on physical prowess than intelligence? For them to be accelerated incarnations of Stalin  with an Iron Fist more so than the likes of Ben Franklin, Thomas Jefferson and Lincoln?

                                    Okay, maybe Lincoln wasn't the greatest example, but he did stand for a belief that I believe Americans have not had from a president in far too many decades.

                                   
                                      Imagine being in a Court of Law...

                                       Most of us have been there at some point. Be it for contested traffic tickets, divorce, or other things.

                                      Beautifully stained woodwork surrounding, acoustic tiles eliminating echos, the beefy bailiff with hand on holster, a tranquil looking brunette stenographer taking everything spoken into hard copy.

                                       And, escalation ensues.

                                       Those in audience: Pupils open wider as two highly educated men increase the  pitch and volume of their voices.

                                        Like bullets cleaving a peaceful eve in a suburban town square...

                                         ‘Let’s go out back and I’ll beat your ass’ an Elected Florida Judge proclaims.

                                         I'm quite certain, as I think most of us would,  the Public Defender didn't seriously believe he'd be bitch-slapped by a Judge in a hallway leading to the Judges Chamber.

                                          And so it goes...

                                           The Judge is now seeking Anger Management Treatment. Nice.  Isn't that like a drunk driver, profoundly guilty of manslaughter while wasted and driving checking himself into Rehab just before his trial date comes?

                                            America, Still my country: How should we treat this judge?

                                            Okay, so I would like to be a share holder in the security surveillance companies that are going to install cameras in all the hallways across Americas courts. Much coin to be made here sports fans.

                              I wish to thank you for reading this.

                              This goes out and is dedicated to a friend I'll codename: Bright Eyes.

                             Mark William Darus. 06042014

Photo credit: Georgiann.
                           

                             

                                             

                                       
                                       

                                     

                                       
                                 

                                   

                                   

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Eve of Destruction 2. America: Just sit back and gain WARNING A..LERTS.

                             
                                    Eve of Destruction 2. America: Just sit back and gain WARNING ALERTS.
                                      As their BLURBS hit your  cell phones as a first alert.                                                    But how many of you register true panic in regards to loved 0nes..

                               

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                                                            MARK WILLIAM DARUS.

take things a step further.....


         
How are any of us much different than this babe in a nest? Do we not, like the character of Oliver, pleadingly ask: "please sir. Can I have some more?' 
Okay, so America no longer has a space program. Damn, we farmed the Saturn 5's to the Russians, dang it! Hmmm, guess that was Cost-Effective for the benefit of the American People paying taxes, right? Fuck that NOISE!!! What we purchase to maintain our households mainly comes from China. Our space program and our American participants now rely on Russia to get us there.

AND WE LET THIS HAPPEN!
Live with it as I do.
TELL ME WHERE A CHANGE SHOULD NOT BE CREATED SOON?
.Or could just simply with fragile voice, ask for more...

-Mark William Darus 

a SLAM TRACTOR  realm to cpture......\\\\                              

Friday, May 16, 2014

NEVER STOP BELIEVING IN A BETTER DAY FOR ALL OF US!


                                             
                                   NEVER STOP BELIEVING IN A BETTER DAY FOR ALL OF US!                                                                                    by
                                                                       Mark William Darus.
                                      Let's once again take a walk down darker avenues of Mother Earth, Ice shelf's shifting, Russia vs. the Ukraine, China vs. Vietnam, Japan and the Philippines over water/oil rights.

                                                  And, in my  belief to be the best quote ever SLAMMING AMERICA TO A FACE PLANT like a failed skate boarder:


                                           
             “I propose the United States delivers its astronauts to the ISS with the help of a trampoline,” Rogozin said.

                Yeah, please tell me such a quote isn't from our own countries financial embracing of the TODAY/THIS HOURS such blinding greed by those that control the price of everyday items we Americans need for simple survival.  

We were planning on going back to the moon after the shuttle program ended. This was stopped, most abruptly, causing us to hitch a ride from Russia to get to the same vary space station our Shuttle program  played a massive part in its creation.

                                          How fucking nice is that?
                                     
                  Yeah, let's just suck it up further, citizens of America.

                Making myself clear to all:

                           I HAVE NEVER VOTED ON A PRESIDENT. I have somehow always known such event is a merely the powers that be, economic in their hierarchy, to perpetuate some belieft that voting really means anything at all. 

                   Obama first term inherited a Nightmare beyond belief after Bush Jr's reign of bullshit, terror and sadness filled our lands. Obama covering a war longer than any in American history.

                     Second term, My Leader further disgraces my people.

                        Healthcare act is a disgusting joke.

                           His concern for the Ukraine, doing little.

                    As our world goes nuts, shall  we bow down and make peace with ourselves and with one another for a grander sense than the controllers of our countries would have us be granted?

                      And as another virus takes small grip, thus far...
     
                          MErs

                                   Sorry, Fuck all the crap they want us to believe.

                                   I won't become the thing I hate.

                           https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AC8clnRGVp4


       Mark William DArus: 05152014

               

                         

                       





                         

                        

                                        
                                         





               



               


                                 

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Monday, May 5, 2014

PSYCHOPATHY: ANOTHER LIFE. A Personal Awakening.: "THE OTHERS": (Euthanasia: Hell Bound or Heaven Se...

PSYCHOPATHY: ANOTHER LIFE. A Personal Awakening.: "THE OTHERS": (Euthanasia: Hell Bound or Heaven Se...:                                                                                                                                          ...

"THE OTHERS": (Euthanasia: Hell Bound or Heaven Sent? You Decide...)

                                                                           
                                                                              THE OTHERS:
                                               Euthanasia: Hell Bound or Heaven Sent? You Decide...
                                                                                     by
                                                                        Mark William Darus.

                              An Eighty year old man, dying slowly, painfully from cancer over the last 9 months decides he's had enough. Pain medications aren't really covering things, though what's left of his bodily actions don't  clearly display this as atrophy holds sway against his once proud and strong muscles.

                               Stuck inside his all-too living, suffering mind, existing and living, though for the sake of others, he rides in his mind alone...

                               His world has devolved into a bedridden existence where the once carefree ability of  taking a piss now escapes him.  The thought of this causing him torment with memories of doing so in his childhood: Opening whizzing with his friends on warm summer days beside railroad tracks during adventures granted and taken.

                             "The Others" have to tend him.

                             "The Others" have to spoon feed him like a loving parent nourishes an infant.

                              "The Others watch closely, though like that of a negative photograph, as this loved one before them gets smaller and more feeble and unsure of each step they take as they strain to meet them eye to eye.

                          As they simply wish for the Angel of Death, Grim Reaper, or simply an end to the pain.


                            A pig-tailed bright eyed blond gets nailed by the driver of a car down a side street. She was chasing after her kids ball. She ran out between two parked cars, and due to this being a happy time, elated and unguarded,  failed to look both ways and was struck down.

                          The doctors cannot fix her, yet can sustain her life with medications and equipment, and due to the extent of the damage, she will never walk again. She will also never have the ability to reach out and hold her children and husband again. She is unable to speak.

                         Laying on a bed, a mere ghost in a shell, all she can do is see what crossed her immediate field of vision.

                          Occasionally showing, with her eyes alone the encounters with others.

                           More often than not, her eyes leak tears without the ability of display facial expression.

                           She signed a DNR (Do not Resuscitate), yet that pales fully. Many is the time she'd told friends: " If I get paralyzed, unable to speak and respond, please kill me...

                            Friends and family both relaying her wishes...

                            Yet, day after day, hour against hours as seconds in her mind become like that of an eternity, she suffers endlessly. As she is fed with tubes, The Others changing her bag. The Others monitoring her vitals and such.


                                                          The Others.

                            I guess you could say many of us have been members of those I call The Others. Most of us have had in our shredded and dark histories the memories of someone we've cared for during their dying hours, days, weeks, months, perhaps years.

                          A legacy of suffering leading to a  joyous epiphany as those we  dearly tended to, like the  cherished raising of our children, ends with them taking a step from the here to that which will eventually   lead them beyond us.

                          The Others: Those of us that know others that desire an end to their suffering.

                           The Others: Bound by the laws of religion and moral code (oddly, that is redundant as Moral code and Law is based on religion alone, isn't it? Surely, it is not based on Human Rights and the Rights of the individual.)

                          The Others: Agency and Legal,  Political Parties that make laws against Euthanasia.


                                                                              Euthanasia:
                                                                               
                         Greek: Intentionally ending life in order to relieve pain and suffering.

                         So much for the original definition, yeah, kind of vague except for the 'intentional' part.

                          We'll get to my thoughts in time. Trust me, you know me to be of strong opinions and such.

                           The Area of your life and lands grows dark as the sun sets quickly. You, knowing one that prayed for death to meet their willing body head on is ever present in your mind.

                          Get your boots on as this will get most deep as we step into murky waters filled with tripping algae, seaweeds and thick muddy Earth during this journey.

                           Let's go COLDLY by the numbers, if you would.

                           Euthanasia is highly illegal in the USA, as it is most religious countries.  That being said, it is assumed that those that chose that avenue to end their suffering a suicide.

                             Let's take that apart: A suffering person ends their life equals suicide. I guess that gets the Insurance companies off the hook for paying out anything, right?

                            How would this occur?

                            I will simply, and disgustingly state it this way: In the eyes where insurance companies  are concerned, they'd rather perpetuate the myth of   a living body being worth more dying than one that is dead.  I believe this happens as the insurance world is connected to the medical and albeit the pharmaceutical world, perhaps even the technological industry as one that is dying is far more valuable than one that is dead.

                          In short: They lose a great deal of cash when one of their Premium Paying suffering pulls the plug on themself, albeit either by the hands of a  generous of physician or that of the sincerest of hearts of loved one.

                          Watch a movie called Soylent Green, and ask yourself the direction of our USA as it systematically destroys the middle class and what direction we're heading toward.


                            Check this site out: I found it interesting.
                               Check this out. Interesting read.

                                 We all know suicide is against the law.

                          hmmmm.

                                  We all know murder is against the law.  
                          hmmmmm.

                               And someday soon, I sincerely believe those two things will not only be sanctioned by our government but well funded by the very same many currently residing in our welfare program.

                                Ever seen Soylent Green?

                                 Whether they, the willing suicidal dead  become  food sources for the rest of us will remain to be seen. I think Halliburton, Nestle, countless pharmaceutical companies  others might be working on this though...

                                 Huge profit in death and dying and so-called preventions offered up.
                           
                                Ghastly to think that the very same corporations that sell us clothing, food, bottled water, medications for us,  and weapons for our troops might support such diabolical ventures.

                               You should be horrified at the thought. Upset at the possibility this could be true.

                                Better yet, consider that the Leaders of such companies are only interested in the Share Holders wishes and how it could benefit their bottom line. Careful consideration should be placed on the Governments that are politicians that are connected to these by either having friends, associates or themselves benefiting down the road.

                                 When a law changes saying suicide is okay.
                                   When the sweeping pen of some judge, bound for oblivion, signs off on legal murder, does that make it okay?

                                 Do you believe in the laws of man or the nagging of your heart?
                          
                               I am sorry to place you here.

                                I won't ever judge you.

                                    What it breaks down to is this:

                                    In your mind alone:  What can you live with for the rest of YOUR life?

                          Are you willing to accidentally wander through a room and trip a plug ending suffering, and dealing with the thoughts of either being a murderer or a bringer of peace.

                          Does a home health aide somehow give an accidental dose of potassium causing sudden and fatal heart issues to  occur?

                         Sorry if you feel sadly as you wished for a suffering member of your life to wish for death.

                         Sorrier still if you feel guilty as a result of making their end occur by your hands to end their misery.


                          Most do what they do in the heat of the moment. The Human life is a place of solitude standing in a doorway, watching, taking, emotion, hurting, healing/maybe, and joy.

                        Last weekend I met a man of the Clergy, an Ordained Minister in all truth, that somehow stated the bible does not look at suicide as wrong in all instances..

                       When I interjected the bible states suicide being a sin, a woman quickly jumped to his agreeing line of logic, her saying quickly: "It's not suicide as they did not kill themself. Another party actually killed them."

                       I countered back with: "Sorry, but the one wanting to be dead made a contract of some area with the one that took their life, thus creating a pact of Suicide and Murder, making both guilty of such.


                            This didn't go over well...


                             My beliefs: if terminal and in either physical or emotional realms of pain and suffering, do what you do to end it.


                             To you, friends and the Family of the dead and dying.


                             Allow yourself to feel, suffer the loss. Fucking feel a sense of HURT in your life;;;;;

                               I implore you to feel as I no longer feel anything you'd call normal.

                                YOU SHOULD NEVER BECOME LIKE ME...
                                                 
With eggs, grow a new lifes generation.
                        Mark William Darus 05052014

                                   

       





















                     

                                 

                       

                               

                         

                       

                         

                       

               


                         
                       

                           

                             
                   
                   

             

Thursday, May 1, 2014

The Mother of a Close Companion Falls to Eternal Slumber. A Time of Celebration should be Considered.


                               The Mother of a Close Companion Falls to Eternal Slumber. A Time of Celebration should be Considered.
                                                                                             by
                                                                             Mark William Darus.


                             The Celebration of Death....


                                  Is that such a foreign concept in your thinking?

                                     Tell me how the end of pain/suffering/misery is a reason to not celebrate for those closest to us...

                                  This woman passed a few hours ago.

                                  Imagine her souls journey as it crosses plains unknown to us yet alive.


                                 Her soul, physical being, separates, divides, cutting a hole into the vary space between the living and the dead, and traversing its plain as her electric energy reunites with every single person on the otherside...

                                   Think about death as a grand place of rejoicing and it should ease your burden when it comes to loved ones passing.  I could qualify such qualify this with aspects of bullshit...


                                Instead....

                                 Think of your recent dead in the vein of thinking like of Peter Pan: Find your memories happy place.

                        Carol Golias: May you be now happy and at peace. I have known you for over 13 years, and am glad to have had that. God knows you loved the Cleveland Indians: At some point in your here after being, they will win the world series....


                           Rest in as much peace as a fan of the Cleveland Indians would grant you. Feel free to haunt them. Glad you are now without pain....

                         Already missing you,
                          Mark




                                     

                               

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Let's just Complete Human prophesies and merely Waste Each Other...


                                                 Let's just Complete Human prophesies and merely Waste Each Other..
                                                                  by Mark William DArus.

                       So a Fed Ex worker goes berserk and kills a few as he strolls into work and eventually saves a community a ton of cash in legalities as he wastes himself...

                     I guess that fucker was considerate on several points:\
                        1. He killed himself;
                         2. He saved tons of cash in legal trials;;;\
                           3. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY: in my meager beliefs, he spared the arresting officers a lifetimes worth of bad dreams of gunning someone down.

                         

                                      Did you feel anything cross into your heart as you heard about this or did you crunch it down, thus venturing into the world where I live: that being Psychopathy?


                       A girl of ten years of age is found lying in a ditch, weeks decomposed, ME states she was  sexually abused before she passed. Her tiny, nude body, placed with arms crossing her small chest, an oak leaf covering her vaginal area.

                        Brilliant thirty something brunette is found dead in a wooded area , her limbs are cut off. She'd said she met a new man that seemed to know her so well.

                        A female body was found floating in the Cuyahoga River. Nude and blond, dead floating face up staring into things it will no longer take in, she stares, upward eternally into an area of earth and space. Blazing neon signs, stars and a vibrant moon...

                           What;s left of her....

                             CApturing....

                           That is.

                           Working Hooomans look down on her, as is their job, and do \what they must. Coldly, speculating at her green eyes.....

                         
                                     Until the thickest of black plastic bags incapacitate her, changing her dead perspective forever.

                      Perhaps we all know something, somewhere has to break.

                                We so easily turn on one another to maintain some area of  perceived right in our life.

                             Gun  Control in the Lands that gave us Jesse James,  Colt, Smith and Wesson, the Horizontal Shot Tower (american civil war), incineration bombs that annihilated DResden Germany, atomic bombs that trashed Japan....

                            Sorry, But our  government cannot stop us from gaining and controlling personal fire armS AS WE HAVE FUNDED COUNTRYWIDE FUNDING WITH OUR TAX DOLLARS.  

                             A high school girl has her  purse get stolen in a lunchroom. In the depths most men would never wish to venture, the thief finds a can/device of Mace in her purse and does the DickHead and fires it out. He gets arrested and she gets suspended for doing what we tell women to do: That being, defend yourself.                          
                                             Apparently that d0es not work in America.

         Mark William Darus 0430201

                 


                         




                               



                         

Friday, April 25, 2014

Eve of Destruction once again. Hey Ho! Let's Go!!



                                                     Eve of Destruction. Hey Ho! Let's Go!!!
                                                                                   by
                                                                  Mark William Darus.

                                  Is it just me or has this world of ours really shifted sideways?

                                                                              Again, really?!?!

                                  Are we in the United States seriously going  headlong into another Cold War with Russia? Are the Russians going to force our hand in defending the Ukraine? And it is my strong belief that we should defend the Ukraine at all costs.



                                  Is China really thinking about taking some islands from Japan? Do we, as Americans, really want to go head-to-head against them to protect Japan, as we said we would?
Imagine how our economy would crash if we did not have Chinese goods to grace our retail space... That thought is truly mind-scrambling indeed as we as a nation no longer produce much of anything.


I'd be out of a job in a heartbeat if we were at odds with China, as would a great many others.

                                Welcome to Politics, a global economy and the outright greed that permeate every inch of our fragile existence.

                               Anyone else in the Jolly Olde U.S. of A notice the shift in gas prices as things are starting to take shape in Crimea in the last 36 hours? A 30 cent a gallon increase.

                              That's bullshit, bullshit, BULLSHIT!

                               How can the grand and glorious gas companies in my country continuously fuck us over time and time again without any accountability whatsoever?  For Christ, Allah, (insert your higher power here), even Satan's sake: THE FUCKIN' PRODUCT WAS IN THE TANKS IN THE GROUND AT THE GODDAMNED GAS STATION BEFORE SOMETHING CHANGED IN THE WORLD! And STILL,  there produced and set before us, INCREASE IT'S VALUE?!?!



Can you just imagine the look your boss would give you if you looked at them and said: "Dude, sorry but I gotta have a raise effective immediately. Things are shifty in the Gulf and yeah, I'm worth more now..."

                               America is a land, turning into a wasteland of Junkies.

                                Our main addiction?

                                Gasoline.

                                ...and we just roll over, play dead and suck it up like the prostitutes most condemn.

                               My America take notice:

                                We said we would protect Japan...

                                 We promised to defend the Ukraine...

                                   The Russians and Chinese are allies...

                               Let us not forsake the lands and their people we swore to protect in the name of Capitalistic greed!

                                  To my President: You, sir, have a rough place in what will become historic events. I do not envy you with the decisions you'll have to make in the times ahead.

                                  You are our leader. If you were to say we go to war with Russia or China, even at my age of 51 (though I am much stronger now than I have ever been in my life. I know I could get through Basic training in any branch of our military, and do it well. I seriously think I could be a great sniper,) I would try to join up without hesitation.

                                  Sir, I fully understand the economics going on in our country. I know we have dealings massive with  China that certain lackings would cause us as a people to stumble around a bit like Old Testament characters on some dark magical mystery tour. And, Sir, I know that 'a bit' could last for years, let us not forget the big picture of what we wish for our country and our hopes for the world to be:

                    Holy fecal matter! (sorry, President Obama.)

                    I drew a total blank on what America's Big Picture is for anything except corporate greed,  mass/mindless consumption of goods and a breeding ground for self-centered, techno-crazed idiots that think they're entitled to everything because they can't work at an age under 25 because some Psychiatrist filled out the paperwork that Social Security believed them worthy of a monthly paycheck via a disability.

  <Mr. President, allow me to apologize for that last run-on sentence. )

                     For Chri-, (damn it, here I go again trying to be politically correct in our world gone mad with defining expression to be peaceful to the masses while clogging thought flow,) For Christs, Allah, Buddha, Jehovah, Church of Bob: The devine subgenious, The Flying Spaghetti Monster, Atheists (as you are your own god), Agnostics: Believers of nonbelief,  Protestants, Catholics, Lutherans, Baptists, Calvinists, Whammo: The Church of Frisbee, Legoistonians: The Power behind all Creations Lego <so I made that one up. I'd join it's congregation if one existed>, Insurnarians: Believers in Protection in all aspects of Life and Bodily Limbs, and every other belief or religion based thing you hold dear to you: Seriously, what is going on here?

                                   Set the WayBack machine, my President,,,

                                  America: Our once proud Middle Class, (and yeah, now that I think about it, doesn't that sound seriously limiting in scope. Hmmm, "you are of middle class income. I guess that makes you worth this much in the scheme of things..." ) is being methodically killed off slowly by those that stand to gain a great deal by it's destruction. Our middle class, during the sixties and seventies, largely a result of American Manufacturing Steel and Auto working jobs became a force to be reckoned with.

                    Didn't the parents of the sixties and seventies tell their children they wished to make for them a better future so they didn't have to work as hard as they did?

                    I know my father said that to me.

                        These parents saw to it their kids went to college to gain that "not having to work as hard as they did' philosophy, yet something went horribly wrong, didn't it?

                         My guess would be the eighties.

                          We saw the need for both parents in a household to have to work to maintain things. This trend, ironically, saw the decline and eventual end of the Drive-In Theaters. You might ask why this occurred, though the answer is quite simple: With two parents working, the chance of privacy between teenagers grew tremendously in any given house instead of having to go to a Drive-In for such. Consider the increase in Teen Pregnancy during the eighties vs, the seventies. Take note of the vast, growing industry of abortion clinics and such.

                          As guess in some areas, we can quickly cover supply and demand needs.

                           Authors Note: I'm Pro Choice as I believe no man should ever hold power over what a woman decides to do with her body.

                           

                             Mr. President: Please be different than the last self serving bastard that held your office and do the right thing. Protect those we promised to. Do this not to thump fists against chest about American Strength, the desires to end 'an evil doer', or to protect oil property somewhere.

                             I implore you, sir, to protect those we promised to do so because it is right and just.

                          Your humble, tax paying servant,
                 Mark William Darus: 04252014


Authors Note: Thanks, Heidi. You asked if I'd written anything lately and I hadn't.
This one's for you, Sis.

Other areas of my mind:

Hold a place in your heart for those other life forms we share a space with as we are merely renters in this place called Earth,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SaEcCcyXgc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDHGyN_Xr50

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Monday, March 24, 2014

HELLO, hello hello: PART TWO.



                                               Sit down to dinner here...
                                                            by Alex.
                                                               and me.
                                           (first person to third and back again)
                                                      I'm a prick.
                                                   
                                 
                           I set a table for my son and I after I give my mother hers as she lay on on a Hospice HiTech bed before her giant Flatscreen.

                           Reruns of Monk, CSI and the Cooking Channel with David fill the living room with its glow. Carefully, thoughtfully, adjusting her mother to feed herself with some realm of dignity, Alex departs to fill her own wanting belly...

                            As she sits to eat chicken alfredo, slowly reaching forkfull to  mouthful to lips, Alex gets distracted.
                        "Alex, I need a bedpan," the fragile, yet demanding voice states.

                           Swallowing Delicious food without regard she goes into 'mother mode'.

                       Alex's son nods, his eyes locking into his mother, Alex, as she not-so-gracefully stands and pushes the chair behind her thighs behind her. Rises.
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                        Taking moments to place a plastic device to catch anothers shit, lifting their limp torso nearly herniating yourself in the process.

                           Parental ass placed professionally,  firmly over equipment...

                            What would you do?

                            Alex, a veteran, heads to the dinner table.

                            :Looking at her son, "I am so hungry..."   after hours of of working from home, shuffling her kid to work,  she says readily, saliva filling mouth.

                            Splashing sounds both low and high fill the room as there is a lull on the TV, as Alex hovers like a fly, waiting for  a windshield on a freeway, takes a gulp of food she will not remember yet lie about later about how good it was.

                            But I can't keep creeping sleep away.....\\

                               Adjusting body, my mothers,

                                     so sorry for the PAIN,

                                        I inflict to give you peace

                                  with each bending to you

                              give you comfort

                                       sweet Mary praise,

                                  AS MOTHERS EYES SHOUT

                                               GET ME OUT OF THis CAGE....


                              Alex, in care, treating a patient in her mind,
                                       like all others,

                                                           though this is her MUM,

                                                 he steps into her life  the smallest of molecules, as he has done with over 97 others.... Yet somehow stuck with Alex.


                                 Weekends placing a moving hand across her back, nails coursing flesh peak and valleys to grant her escape.....\

                                        This man in Alex's life would fail more than not. He'd stand only when her witz at end, he'd infuriate her. Make her cry more often than not.

                                           He is a prick in the highest,

                                                  true evil in Alexs life.


                                      Hear the CAll
                                   

                                               
                                           

                               


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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Hello?... Hello-HELLO! Is there Anybody In There? (witness two realms of Death.) P1.


                                                   Watching another die: a parent.
                                                   
                                                            The story of Alex.

                   The beginning:

                             "She wants to pass at home," Alex expresses a mothers feelings. Knowing her mother wishes to be with her cat. Missing her cat most profoundly during this last hospital stay, the mother agrees.

                         
                         Social Worker at hand, a hospice representative present, hospital staff at the ready, things swirl sideways as well intentioned words and paperwork get shuffled around.

                          Alex, an LPN in the highest order, takes all passed information in, creating a new file to place this into.

                          At no point does Alex take into consideration the basic reality Alex should get a grasp on: MOM IS DYING AND MORE OVER, SHE WANTS TO DIE.... And I should feel something....

                       Yet Alex, focused on the needs of the MOM, dismisses her base emotions for the benefit of another.

                          Though this has its place, one must give themself the grace to break down and cry. Feel all that crashes on their doorstep. Like waters moving, let them pass from their eyes... The physical act of shedding tears has benefits few ever realize in areas of respiration, muscle tension and the freeing of the mind.


                      BEWARE "FUNCTIONING MODE" when dealing as the prime care taker of a loved one. Functioning Mode is great for lawyers, and general decision making, but the the fall out sucks huge down the road in regards to a loved one....