This has always been my favorite story.
The Buddha was walking down the road giving out little cakes to the children who followed him. A disciple asks him, ” Master, what is the realization of your existence? The Buddha puts down his bag and sits still for a very long time. Finally, another disciple comes to him and asks, “Master, what is the actualization of your existence? The Buddha gets up and continues to give out cakes.
It might be time to start filming every classroom and allowing parents to watch the tapes of their children’s average day. We could then reveal what is disturbing to the media.
Unionized public school teachers are public servants just like the police. Incompetent educators are equally indictable in my eyes. Police sometimes do terrible things, but they rarely rise to the destructive levels of schools that destroy whole classrooms at a time.
Global warming is a lucky break for us all. I have revolted myself all my life with the foreboding of a swift incineration from an unintended thermonuclear exchange. I feel like some guy on death row handed a two or three-millennium stay of execution. I’ll tell you; my step is much lighter every morning with this news. Thanks, Big Science.
” Ray Donovan.” has just finished the third season on Showtime. It took me all three seasons to get my wife to watch even one segment. Now she wants to have sex with Liev Schreiber, who plays Ray Donovan. In and of itself, this does not represent a disqualifier for me of the series. Secretly I think I do too. He is a real man.
I realise just saying such a thing in this day and age will make some people perspire with resentment over things “real men” have done over the last few millennium. I don’t care. He is an authentic man and he is hot.
The essential features of men have disappeared recently and Ray is in breakneck pursuit of the new and triumphant embodiment of our past. Our hallmark is “We just don’t give a damn” about girlie stuff.
We don’t talk much. That much is for certain. For sure we do not share our murderous past and present with our wives. We provide extravagantly, but we don’t feed them information that will result in their prison time. We drink in a blistering continuum and it never shows until some “babe” or our wives drive an emotion harpoon into our souls. Even then we muffle our tears.
Maybe it helps that I am Irish too, but I doubt this is obligatory.
Ray’s company fixes problems in Hollywood. He has a “cut your throat” lesbian and an ex-Mossad agent who lives with his mother on his staff.
He needs little else.
He has an uneasy relationship with the Catholic Church. It had better watch out if Liev considers a fourth season. His father, Mickey, played by Angelina Jolie’s real father, Jon Voight, will make you take the city of Boston off your travel itinerary. Ray tries to kill him at least three times every season. Mickey has four sons and a daughter. One of his sons is black. Yipes!
If Liev gets testy about doing a fourth season, I am prepared personally to sweeten the pot with my cash.
Did I forget to add that Katie Holmes is in it as well and somebody convinced her to wear blue braces in her mouth?
Every time it rains hard I know its a sign of the truth of global warming. When I was little when stubbed my toe, I figured it was God’s doing because I had been bad. We had preachers who on Sunday would affirm that badness was the fast track to stubbed toes. That was a hard row to hoe.
Nowadays I sit at my window and wait for the overflow of melting glaciers to flood my living room. Life is hell.
If the RNC, Republican National Committee, makes good on its threat and pulls out of the Feb 26 scheduled debate on NBC because of the favoritism and ineptitude shown by it’s waddling duckling CNBC the other night, it may fracture liberal political allegiances.
Our media trained to use journalism to accomplish good. This purpose was a residue of Vietnam and Watergate.
Newsreaders have no idea, right or left, that journalism should be neutral. Their primary obligation, as they see it, is to maintain their good looks, keep their legs loosely open and to follow the directions of the corporations that pay them.
Mr. Trump, like him or not, is the clown who may just pull down the pants of these well-dressed sponsors and networks. They have trained us to believe our obligation is to buy Republican or Democrat. They could change our minds very quickly if they start losing money.
Art will never thrive until we understand what it is not. The comparable beauty of the girl or boy we love is kept a hard fast secret that we all conceal out of a deep-seated kindness to one another. Nobody ever says, ” that person you love is not as lovely as you think they are.” How do we manage this given all the other shit we smear on each other day to day? Is it because falling in love is art?
At least five of the most meaningful people in my life are “Deadheads.” Do I think they are musical idiots? Sure. But they are in love so I let it go.
When push comes to shove we are a very nice species. Killing each other, notwithstanding, somehow we get that love is an authentication of a joy we need to respect. That said, The Who are a much better band.