Honesty Or Pinko Subversion - A Happy Little Perspective on the Evolution of Civilization or the Paranoid Ramblings of a Blogging Madman!

Yikes, what a title but I honestly don’t know what honesty means anymore. 

 

It just seems to me that there is a lot less spontaneity or individuality left in the mainstream.  Maybe it’s always been like this and it just seems more prevalent now because of the Internet.  I often feel like somebody or some groups are constantly creating ideas and rallying support for them through well-crafted campaigns designed to coral us into a bunch of meaningless directions?

Here comes the conspiracy theory stuff - it’s obvious we have the technology in place that makes it way easier to create and disseminate these opinions.  I’m just afraid that the unfortunate objective of the message is to keep our eye off the ball and keep us somehow wasting time in the perversity of this paradigm.

Inspiration For Writing - Ugh Humanity!

Whenever I’m desperate for any creative inspiration all I really have to do is go to trusty ol’ Huffington Post or any other news outlet site.  Just recently for example.  Imagine my delight when I read about the little buffoons that that big buffoon Donald Trump spawned.  Apparently these two fine young specimens enjoy taking down large wild African animals.  These geniuses were on a big-game hunt last year and shot - get this - elephant, crocodile, kudu, civet cat and waterbuck.

I can’t even comprehend the intelligence quotient of someone in possession of a high-powered rifle at the edge of a riverbank leveling it at a crocodile from a distance.  Talk about sport!

The eldest of the pair of morons defended their “hunt” on Twitter.  Tweating the following ingenious justification - “In some parts (of Africa) it’s over populated (with animals)” and “Bottom line with out hunters $ there wouldn’t be much left of Africa.  Eco is nice but no $”.

This provokes a couple of questions.

Why on earth did our eco have to grow up poor?

Why on earth did Donald Trump’s little tadpoles have to be fertile?

Drunken Altruism

I love Cuba.

We’ve been there a lot.  We’ve done a lot of the “All-Inclusive” thing there.  I know I’ve slagged it as not being a truly cultural way to travel but it provides a reasonably priced way to get our feet on the ground and we’ve found many ways to enhance the experience.

Cuba is a really remarkable place.  It’s unbelievable to me that this little island country of 11 million has staved off that imperialist defender of democracy 90 miles to the north for over fifty years.  Regardless of your politics you’ve got to somehow admire this.  By no means do I extol the special little brand of Marxism that Fidel, Raoul and the boys have going on down there but I will always be a fan of the underdog and admire the tenacity of the little guy.

Seriousness - Another of Humanities Great Achievements

I’ve never been prone to violence.  Well that’s not quite true.  I grew up with a raging temper, playing hockey in Canada.  But somehow I grew out of it and turned into a committed pacifist.

This has never stopped my inside voice from occasionally talking in violent terms.  I’m fully aware of the concept that violent thoughts and communication beget violence itself.  And I do curb this kind of thinking most times now.  Suzanne’s master plan to contort me into being quintessentially new age is fully engaged. 

But sometimes I have interactions with humans that conjure up the verboten violence deep inside my little brain.

I've Got a Confession to Make

I use the return address labels that Nature Conservancy Canada sends to me and I don’t send them money back.   

Stop me before I mail again!

Meditation

The content of this blog is supposed to be funny.  So I was sitting around trying to think of topics that are funny.  You know, like real knee slappers.  Then it came to me; that age-old bucket of laughs - meditation!

The All-Inclusive - As a Social Experiment

Have you seen this man?  If you’ve had the pleasure of the All-Inclusive experience then you most certainly have!

Okay, maybe not this particular individual but some specimen with very similar traits.  It has been known to be either male or female but is usually attired in a ball cap and a beer t-shirt.  It is never shy and is liable to walk up to you at anytime and blatantly engage you in conversation.  A conversation that often renders your dignity compromised in an especially tasteless way in the name of “fun”.  It is unafraid of crowds and will often be spotted in either of its natural habitats; on the resort stage, possibly adorned with undergarments on the outside of its clothing or more likely holding court at the swim-up bar surrounded by a large crowd of followers and an even larger number of umbrella laden drinks.