too many people don't realize


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Who they think we are....

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And they may be right.

I am filled with self-recrimination for having praised Colbert so lavishly for that Correspondents' Dinner masterpiece he did with Helen Thomas. All I can say in my own defense was that I was knocked clean off my pins by Dubby losing another presidential election and, again, being president anyway, and, maybe even more by having so recently been decked by the extraterrestrial surgeon god, but these are not good excuses.

There really are rarely ever any good excuses, but I guess the course of my full and permanent awakening is destined to be pocked by many lapses back into sleep. The whole point is not to have pins to be knocked off, to be able to float in free fall, without grasping and scrambling for tufts of grass or the odd bush to gain purchase on my way down, as though there will never be a splat that ends it, to be and to stay comfortable with nothing solid to prop me up whatsoever.

Colbert seemed heroic to me for "speaking truth to power"... but he wasn't doing that. He was speaking his politics to power. He's perfectly willing to help drum us into WWIII for the "progressives"... and has a whole theater full of trained monkeys who sound happy to do that too. The reach of my monstrous blunders makes me want to find every victim and kiss them and explain my lapses back into trained monkey and how I wish I could erase the harm.

I repent my idiocy, dear buddhas of the ten directions. I denounce it and I swear myself to not do it again. I am spending my days filling my storehouse consciousness with the words of the bodhisattvas, and strengthening my body with exercises of various kinds so that I might be a more fit vessel for the oceans of blessings I have received.

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As predicted, it turned into a monster headache to keep my playlist happening for you. So Julian took care of it instead.


pipe up any time....