BLOW
YOUR OWN HORN, MAKE IT LOUD AND CLEAR!
I've
had a fortunate life filled with many Happy moments amidst the most
devastating circumstance one can experience, during a lifetime.
Longevity is not guaranteed, but certain rules applied to living; not
only make sense, but actually work out like the recipe. It seems
difficult to let go of immediate problems, but that is exactly what
you should do to defuse the situation. “Forget About It!” That is
a time proven method of solving a problem, as used by the MOB.
Somewhere, along the lines of connectivity, everything is everything,
and everyone is related to everyone. Politicians all know that the
media favorite wins, and the poor bastard that is their whipping boy
or girl, is doomed from the onslaught. Public Opinion and The
Collective Consciousness are One and the Same. If You can convince
them of one idea of mutual acceptance, You have A Winner. If you go
against the grain one time, you might be forever Branded forever.
That is what makes, “The OL'BOY System” effective. They all are
in it together, and any upstarts that are a problem, will be dealt
with eventually. Blow That Horn! Blow That Whistle! If You blow The
Mayor and The Council You Will Be More Effective. Who's On Top?
That's Working On The Details Of Approach because We Are All In This
Thing Together.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Volunteers Of America
After Forty Years Of Artistic Endeavor To Awaken This Planet, I Thank “GOD” For All My Accomplishments. I Have been Blessed With A Life Of Volunteer Labor, in Communities Around The World. I learned to Survive, and Learn, as well as Teach Life Lessons. My Physical Peak was a couple of years ago, But I'm Still In The Ball Game. This Game Of Life Support, After A Natural Disaster, and The Effects Of Death: Plant, Animal, and Human; with disposal and containment plans; is already in effect. I am a Veteran and was a Liaison, Between The Military and Civilian Community As Well As In Charge of Distribution Of All Donated Goods, From The Council Of Churches, and The Red Cross, in Homestead, Florida. During Hurricane Andrew. I was living in the field with The 110th Mountain Division, Out Of Upper New York State. We Called Home, “The Tomato Patch”, in Homestead, Florida.. I was injured, and they passed the hat after a month and a half of “Real” Friendship, wish me well fund, of $5 GRAND. I didn't know it until Disney World, and with only one arm, and in pain, I scored some pills from a maid. She gave me head for twenty, and said she'd see me later. I holed up for a week, and cried when I recalled My Hurricane Experience. I Was lucky To be Alive. Hurricane Andrew, twisted I-Beams, and tore the wings off of airplanes on the runways of Homestead Air Base. I Was A Survivor. I saw an entire trailer park get flattened, and turned into a football field, within fifteen minutes. I Helped as A Volunteer, with No Insurance An had An accident After Six Months. I Slipped Off Of A Roof and Injured My Shoulder. I Could Have Broke my neck from 24 ft. fall. I couldn't use that shoulder for a year, nor that side of my body, without pain, for longer than that. I always laugh at that Old Adage, “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished!” I am moving My Images, Into Storage and Leaving My Studio, For A Return, “To A Homeless State”, as a “Social Volunteer” If The need arises. I Want To Return To Helping My Community. Wherever We Choose To Be. Sometimes, With Strangers that Are Closer Than Any Family. That Is Strange, Indeed. You Can Poke a Stranger, Or a Stranger Can Poke You, But If You Poke Your Family Or Your Family Pokes You? Call A Shrink, Get Help! Stop Inbred Practices Now.
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