Barbaric, is it not? And proof that despite how crazy times may seem, we're making progress in every regard. Hanging an elephant in front of an entire town (lots of kids) would never be considered today.
So is the way of many things - a few bad events and everyone turns course, heading in as far from a direction as possible, whichever way. Cultural evolutionary leaps - Big Events which wash away thousands of days of gentle accumulation. Sometimes for the good, sometimes not. Oftentimes not?
Predictions are almost always doomed to fail, though of course some come closer to the mark. I think often of the future, but I would only hazard to throw out a few different scenarios(guesses) for what 2100 would look like. I imagine a smoking landscape would be one of those scenarios, and the most probable one at that. But that's no fun! So instead: Anti-gravity technology is widespread, and in just about everything. Everything floats in the future.
I've long wanted to walk with a cane for this very reason - wonderful defense tool. Also, you can pimp it out with an 8 ball shifter and flames n' shit. 21st century cane revival!
But also too, I keep linking one picture to the previous, and if you extrapolate back, that's an uninterrupted connection going back years now of one picture/post linking to the previous which linked to the previous and so on. Years. It's one long story of pointless absurdity, and therein I find my liking. A ridiculous wheel of lulz.
I'm gonna keep it spinnin'. Yay!
And so it goes with all of life - a vicious spectacle of kill or be killed, and fucking. What glorious dramas evolution doth demand!
In their dedication to respective tasks, an individual ant functions much like a nerve of a larger organism, and one can think of a colony in this way, roughly - as a single lifeform. ANT.
Ants will most likely survive even the worst global disaster we can conjure up, and with luck be here when this world is finally burned back to dust and ashes. We certainly won't be, one way or another.
So the next time you see an ant on the path, step over instead of on, and ponder the greatness that is Life.
Also, at age 5, I believed I figured out the secret to flying. You see, I watched the old black and white Superman show very carefully, and could detect no wires or any trickery, so, clearly, Superman was flying. And if he could fly, I could fly, as long as I duplicated the effort. So I made a Superman costume and pinned a towel around my neck for a cape and with a mighty "Up, Up and Away" I jumped down the long flight of stairs at my Grandmother's house.
You didn't see the dog in the picture until the text pointed it out, right? And why would you?
This clearly illustrates the trick of distraction, which magicians use to great affect throughout their acts - getting you to look at one thing, and therefore not looking at something else. This principle applies to all the senses - any thing can be hidden by using distraction to cause the sense to direct attention elsewhere. Thought itself could be considered a sense in this manner, as redirecting thoughts by deploying other thoughts can be remarkably effective in guiding the perceptions of others.
Also, I don't think this lady would do well in the International Best Ass competition, as I get the sense from looking at past winners there's a certain aesthetic that is in, and many others that are out. And that's just not right, for beautiful asses come in many different shapes!
We can't live without sunlight. And not just for the practical reasons, like vitamin D and the psychological effects of lack of light - and yet still not just for all the food and animals we depend on that need light too. But even deeper - we're drawn towards the light at a level so basic as to be chemical.
We are made of light, of energy: E=MC2. And verily, most of the elements that compose our bodies - that compose all of life - were forged directly in a star. We are literally star stuff, as is just about everything on this planet, including the planet itself.
And so - THEORY! - I believe we are subconsciously drawn towards light from the very fabric of our being, and not just at a psychological level (though there's surely that), but at an atomic level. Our atoms came from light, and to light they will one day return, but till then, they yearn. As we yearn.
Also, it feels so good!
This makes me realize I've officially become "old" - it happened a year and half ago, actually. All of a sudden I no longer "got" the younger generation. It's all skinny jeans and tattoos and big glasses and I don't know what the heck is going on, gosh darn it! I realize in my wiser moments this is a sure sign of generational age - you're far enough removed from the 14-20 age group that you have no clue what's "hip". If the kids still use that word.
I'm cool with it, of course. Redshirt adapts. It's just interesting how suddenly and noticeably it seemed to happen (I'm sure it was long in the making, me unawares). Like one day, POW! Get off my damn lawn.
And so I give you Portuguese Advice Goat.
Meme's certainly weren't created by the Wondrous Internet, but there they have found a marvelous form - a web on which they can travel the world instantaneously, infecting the minds of millions in minutes, mutating and evolving by the moment.
The Internet is "like" a real space already; with ever evolving technology and the growing use of bio-technology, it's only a matter of time before it's as real as anything, and we as a species live there at least part of the time. Memes in this environment will be telepathic - an Internet in your mind. Think of the Horrors! And the epic LULZ.
Hitler fascination is funny, to me - cuz everything is, of course. Life's a comedy. To reference Hitler is to invoke EVIL. Well deserved - Hitler will go down as one of history's greatest monsters. But! I think the lesson is slipping away, as old folks die, and the era fades into the past. Soon enough Hitler will just be a generic boogeyman/Big Bad, but with less and less impact. Eventually he'll fade into the pantheon of Bad Dudes throughout time, and sure enough someone else will have stepped up to take his place.
For evil is just a word in English, man, but what it tries to describe is not demons or malicious spirits, but rather the hate and greed within ourselves. Each of us, everyone, holds so called Heaven and Hell inside them, for each of us to decide how it shall be. Those rare few who rise to power are always to be mistrusted to some degree, for power does indeed corrupt, and it is the rare individual who is not in some way corrupted by it.
The key to avoiding the next Hitler is to believe in ourselves and our ability to find common bonds with each other. Fascism can only rise when a big enough percentage of the population gives in to base instincts, propaganda, and hate. These tendencies can only be checked by constant vigilance.
And yay, verily, my point: We here in America are right on the fine line. We could tip into fascism so quickly right now it's downright terrifying - the wrong man gets into the White House, controls the Senate and Congress, stacks the Courts, takes control over the military directly and it's Empire America for real, and not just in cunning disguise.
One man truly does protect us - and while I certainly maintain a certain skepticism of all power, I give this man my trust unreservedly: Barack Hussein Obama, a great leader not simply because of his skill and acumen, but his very being: He's calm personified, humble and graceful with a sense of humor and a tolerance I could never achieve. I love him, for real, and will do everything I can to get him re-elected, for he is a mighty bulwark against a future fascist America, and for that we should all be struggling.
Wow what a rambling post! Here's some more stitching:
That's the world we live in. A world where someone would wear these masks, unironically! These are most likely the same people now falling for Nigerian email scams.
For real! I had the cliche childhood "Befriend a lobster only to lose him to the pot" experience, happily playing along only to have my friend ripped from my hands and thrown into the boiling turmoil, to a high pitched shriek. NOOOO! I never forgot you li'l buddy! And despite being from Maine and surrounded by lobster at all times, I never ate your brothers or sisters. Except once, but there was a good reason.
Also, as far as visual metaphors go, this is a good one:
Just boilin' out, y'all, diggin' life. Cooked.
Body language, facial expressions, reveal our innermost workings at a level we are rarely aware. The habitual smirk or sad face sets in and sends a message - single Tigger, looking for love like this one time almost, except he was too drunk and passed out. So beware what your face is telling the world, it might not be what you think.
But really: It's extremely unlikely different animals in the wild would ever become "friends". They may tolerate each other's presence, but BFF's? Doubt it. Evolution prohibits it! That is, the expression of genetic replication, and different species have no genetic benefit, and in fact are most often competition, and thus the notion of tigers and bears hanging out is just ludicrous. Preposterous!
The Red Baron/Flying Ace was fun though - finally, some action! Also, Woodstock was the real brains behind the whole operation.