DAMN!

  Every time I think I'm out they pull me back in. If you are sick of hearing that line so often I can't blame you, as it gets used a lot. But it is a good quote, I use it too from time to time, and this is one of those times.  

  Politics, god how I hate the filth that has become politics! I have tried so hard to stay away from it, but like it or not, here I am again. So let's talk about the press. But only as a fictional account, as the story line was to be me interviewing members of the press. Me the interviewer, and them the interviewee. The two I have chosen for my little fantasy interview, was little CuckieTodd and Chris Matthews. I would love a one on one with the chief honcho over at NBC news, but he'd never have the nerve to face me. So, I'm a working type guy, the hell with the boss, and we'll use the lowly reporter. Nose to the grindstone feretting out the real story type of guys! Just kidding, C'mon, smile, this is Chuck and Chris. They aren't real news men, they are the puppets on the strings that other people pull. Now Chuckie I kinda like because he looks like one of my son's buddies, but Chris? There was a time when you were good, but now? But lets not feel too sorry for the lad, because when I think of these two clowns I see one as my son's buddies whose a nut, and as for Chris, this ones for you homo phobial PC'ers. Early into the first term, someone put up a placard on the internet with Chis and some other guy dressed as girl cheerleaders. I can't help it. Every time I see him on TV, thats the picture I see in my mind. And you know what I found out? Its very hard to take seriously a man dressed in a tu-tu.

I was a teenage liar,

  Back in the days when I was a liar, I was one of the best. To be a great liar, you must remember the chronology of each thread you spun in your web of lies. As time goes by and the circumstances change after the initial lie was told, it requires that you lie all the more to keep the first one covered. Like a spider, the liar must spin more and more lies, creating layer upon layer the longer the truth is to remain hidden. 

  But the truth will always out at some point, and when liars are exposed, their reactions are predictable and almost always the same. Usually, the first reaction is to blame someone else, it is never the liar's fault. Rather than finally come clean and admit their guilt, the next step is the excuses which are many. But when all else fails, and the excuses don't change things in their favor, the liar will look to the last resort, I call it the "poor me" syndrome, where the liar now caught and exposed will look for sympathy. The honor that truth brings is foreign to their DNA. 

  Liars are by nature egotistical and self centered, selfish in a word. I know, because when I was a liar, I was a great liar, my ego convincing me that I was smarter than everyone else. The plain truth about lying is that with all the scheming and speech filtration necessary to be good at it, it is exhausting and a drain on your brain, sapping you of most of your mental power. 

  Now that I am a truth teller, I can tell you from personal experience, that it is hard to be a good liar but easy to tell the truth. No scheming and planning is necessary, you just say what's on your mind. It isn't as difficult as you might think once you get the hang of it. Afterall, it is natural to lie, as like a child's first reaction when asked, Who broke the lamp? But believe me, just by being able to speak the truth openly is freeing. It brings peace where lying brings stress. Try the truth, I promise you it will set you free! 

The Bubble People?

  We'll start at the end, as I wasn't sure if this would be the story I'd tell. But as it turns out, as I was thinking of finally writing something and it, this might as well be this one. So, the Bubble People will do. You see, I have been putting off writing lately for reasons I don't understand. Also I have my easel set up with the last painting I was working on, but I haven't touched that either? Why is the reason for the question mark. 

  Apparently I'm in a state of flux of some sort, not knowing whether to go this way or that, having no point of focus, with no real clear direction. Thats the way its been lately, just taking it as it comes, one day at a time. Just ramblingI guess? I keep waiting for something to happen, though I have no idea what, or even if whatever it is, whether it will happen at all. I keep moving forward though, one day at a time, and in some cases, one moment at a time. Accordingly, with no point of focus and no clear objective I move not in a straight line, but meander from one side of the road to the other, just taking it as it comes. Toil and trouble with more questions than answers, trapped as it were, by the limits of my own understanding. Also, there is this gnawing feeling that there is something I'm supposed to do, but who knows, perhaps this is all there is to be, and maybe I'm already doing it? So for now, and at this point in time, this is what is going on in my bubble. How are you this day, and whats going on in your bubble? Beyond your family and friends, when you come right down to it, each of us each of us is alone, each within our own bubble, alone.