Recent Timelines of A, B, AB and Us.

It is not so much as frightening, not necessarily confusing either, but very much in keeping with what many Boomers - those that experienced that particular period of time, that state of mind, when things were different, you know the time I am speaking of - envisioned happening given enough time, latitude and perversity encouraged by imitation, for whatever reasons imitation exists inside Present Shock. And here we are at last, full on, off the wall, it is what it is and looks like and it isn't going to reverse itself anytime soon.  As long as the Human Race continues to trample overboard through the Mothership's carrying capacity, conscience be damned, the changes will continue to accelerate exponentially into 24/7, 3-D dystopian Ice 9 extreme planetary and thus, Solar catastrophy. The media's role in all of this is that of soap opera producers egged on by their Bond Holders.  I have previously suggested in a variety of ways if there were not two species, identical in body, appearance and commonly accepted speech and to date, as usual, we've talked about other concerns as we have always done.  There are always other concerns and then there are immediate concerns.  This is because we are rational people who gradually became enured to the state of affairs sitting over the land like a hungry Black Hole.  In spite of how freaky it gets, we have our lives to live, however we live them, as true and honest, loving beings. 

Early on, I developed an ability to tune it out.  This was because I was the eldest of my siblings, i.e.; somewhat more free to explore the territories beyond those native to suburban sectors. Naturally, I took advantage of that limited freedom to experience a broader view of life in the same way I encourage world travel as often as possible in this lifetime. Really, who wouldn't? Perhaps this apparently huge group of Trump supporters might not. Like the thugs and firebrands.  Did you realize there were actually so many of them?  In cities, too, my friends, places where you would not think you'd normally meet up with them.  They are certainly not on the fringes anymore.  The rednecks' backwoods must have profited greatly from removing trees and encouraging development, eventually allowing it to meet up with major urban centers where caucuses and primaries are held.  All their philosophically cloned children cut a beeline to the cities and kept their ingrained mindsets, points of view, unfounded prejudices and friendships close.  There is a staggering number of them, the gleeful Wizards framing the Great Illusion surely know this as well as their markets.   They have tailored civilization to suit the common man's limited capacity to look beyond himself and his situation, which is, by the way, Jack London's point in To Build a Fire.

"... But all this—the mysterious, far-reaching hair-line trail, the absence of sun from the sky, the tremendous cold, and the strangeness and weirdness of it all—made no impression on the man. It was not because he was long used to it. He was a newcomer in the land, a chechaquo, and this was his first winter. The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances. Fifty degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost. Such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all. It did not lead him to meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon man's frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and man's place in the universe. Fifty degrees below zero stood for a bite of frost that hurt and that must be guarded against by the use of mittens, ear-flaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks. Fifty degrees below zero was to him just precisely fifty degrees below zero. That there should be anything more to it than that was a thought that never entered his head. ..."

It is my observation their numbers can only grow.  As the same time of course, so do ours.  Imagine how well that works out.  We see it multiple times every single day.

There is and always has been, I am sure, plenty of interspecies mingling which never turns out well according to the soap opera production personhoods.  Many seemingly perfect relationships dissolve in disaster because these jack-in-the-box pairings were destined from the start never to be.  In the beginning,  A types actually admire many of Bs' qualities, qualities that A lacks and vice versa.  Over time, it comes out, of course, that A realizes B is not perfectly suited for A's life plan.  Then its over and a new path is taken.  Often, they repeat themselves over and over almost as if a violent Karmic Plan was playing out.

And while all these As, Bs and ABs carry out their Karmic debt, it runs counter to ours.  A very small portion of it is convenient for us and we take advantage of what they offer from time to time, in the process of habit which against your purer self, eventually develops, seemingly impossibly, while nothing is done to bring the great spinning Ferris Wheel to a halt or even slow it down, inertia has taken over and we are simply you and me, reeds in the wind and yes, in the way, unless we yes-man the processes. 

I extend my gratitude to all who visit and comment.  I do truly love the friends that take the time to leave their thoughts all of which taken together have created our outlying island.  We have been doing this for a long time, the era has been an unanticipated joy in multiple ways and occasions. I won't ever stop posting, although as you know, life has a way of putting you in different places for awhile, but I've noticed we always return to this interesting and much needed style of communication.  I take you very seriously and have a personal law to never let my friends down.  Life is holy.