I'm originally from Allentown, NJ, so small that if you are ten years old you can ride your bike from one end to the other before your oatmeal gets cold.
Allentown?? You mean like thank-god-i'm-a-country-boy Allentown?? Woe is yous guys!! [Tom, note the correct way to sprecken zee Inglish.]
You missed the bravado of us commuter sub-urban wise-guy urchins, growing up thinking we had it made in the shade, since we obviously won WW II, shot the guy who killed JFK, and landed first on the moon before those evil Rooskies.
I remember knowing I was born the year the commies sent up Sputnik.
...
[Later on I heard that the Russians did more and sacrificed more than any other country to defeat the Nazis. Did we actually defeat the Nazis? Is that what actually happened?]
...
...
[They also helped Lincoln preserve the republic, and offered to sell us land with the possibulity of building bridges and making connections.]
...
Under my current supposéd tin foil hat, I continue to ask such questions. Thanks to the Internet, I've learned I'm a nutter and a ball-tard.
Drums seem to say:
Stop asking questions.
Stop asking questions.
Stop asking questions.
Stop asking questions.
Sheesh, dose guys...
mark spark
[ :-)
PS
Tom, nahmally I chaaj $29.95 fah deez Inglish lessons, but fa yoo, I don' chaaj nuttin. May yoo nevah weah cement galloshes or sleep wit da fishes. Ciao. Hasta la vista as dey say. Love ya.
I had the same sensation a few weeks ago as I sat in my car at a park, reading. I heard a drumming sound in the distance and it was giving me a sickening feeling. It was a high school football game. I think the martial tone of it was the root cause of my unease, and some unpleasant high school memories. https://liveyosemite.wordpress.com/2020/09/29/everybody-hurts/
I think all these go to show how powerful sound stimuli can be in conditioning responses - whether its a more classic Pavlov's Dogs-eque scenario or something more fear and trauma-based, which sounds closer to yours. I suspect also that so much of the societal conformity we witnessed over Covid comes exactly from that repeated sound-based conditioning, with politicians and media pundits saying the same phrases over and over again.
For me, it's the thought that those kids are a few heartbeats away from harm's way in a foreign country or working for or investing in Raytheon Technologies, Teledyne Ryan, Lockheed Martin, Boeing, etc.
Instead...
Our republic ought to be leading the world in international railway and power grid construction.
For centuries now, patriots across the globe have been suggesting projects such as rail and power across the Bering Strait.
Standing armies are a stupid wasteful idea at this point in time, helpful to no one. Yes, globalists will promote, plan, and profit from world wars and resets, but we can choose to promote something other than flag folding for the fallen.
The drums also remind me of a propaganda song I first heard in high school history class.
I also recall that entrenched German soldiers singing Christmas carols actually stopped the insanity for a few hours while soldiers of various flags played soccer together and shared wine. Later that night, machine men following the drum signals from high command called for a return to "military discipline."
I have a song for connecting the world and practicing the lessons we all should have learned in Kindergarten:
As music reaches beyond notes, poetry reaches beyond words and both point at beauty, goodness, and truth like a child's finger might point at the moon.
I can infer, intuit, and even imagine, as a means of knowing, knowing you, knowing human nature, therefore knowing myself.
I remember the future and appreciate your poem before I read it. Thank you? Yes, thank you.
Tom,
[A high school marching band drum line practice I hear now sounds like war drums to me.]
You say gut flora "mints the money of the mind"?
Mints? Mints the money of the mind?
How dare you be so bright.
What about me?
I'm supposed to be the old wise guy from New Joisey.
Sheesh.
snarky mark spark
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The idea to play with both "minting coins" and mint as a digestive aid was too good to pass up
I'm originally from Allentown, NJ, so small that if you are ten years old you can ride your bike from one end to the other before your oatmeal gets cold.
DLP,
Allentown?? You mean like thank-god-i'm-a-country-boy Allentown?? Woe is yous guys!! [Tom, note the correct way to sprecken zee Inglish.]
You missed the bravado of us commuter sub-urban wise-guy urchins, growing up thinking we had it made in the shade, since we obviously won WW II, shot the guy who killed JFK, and landed first on the moon before those evil Rooskies.
I remember knowing I was born the year the commies sent up Sputnik.
...
[Later on I heard that the Russians did more and sacrificed more than any other country to defeat the Nazis. Did we actually defeat the Nazis? Is that what actually happened?]
...
...
[They also helped Lincoln preserve the republic, and offered to sell us land with the possibulity of building bridges and making connections.]
...
Under my current supposéd tin foil hat, I continue to ask such questions. Thanks to the Internet, I've learned I'm a nutter and a ball-tard.
Drums seem to say:
Stop asking questions.
Stop asking questions.
Stop asking questions.
Stop asking questions.
Sheesh, dose guys...
mark spark
[ :-)
PS
Tom, nahmally I chaaj $29.95 fah deez Inglish lessons, but fa yoo, I don' chaaj nuttin. May yoo nevah weah cement galloshes or sleep wit da fishes. Ciao. Hasta la vista as dey say. Love ya.
.
ha ha..."cement galloshes" and "sleep wit da fishes"...I remember hearing those phrases...I had no idea what they meant when I was ten.
I had the same sensation a few weeks ago as I sat in my car at a park, reading. I heard a drumming sound in the distance and it was giving me a sickening feeling. It was a high school football game. I think the martial tone of it was the root cause of my unease, and some unpleasant high school memories. https://liveyosemite.wordpress.com/2020/09/29/everybody-hurts/
I think all these go to show how powerful sound stimuli can be in conditioning responses - whether its a more classic Pavlov's Dogs-eque scenario or something more fear and trauma-based, which sounds closer to yours. I suspect also that so much of the societal conformity we witnessed over Covid comes exactly from that repeated sound-based conditioning, with politicians and media pundits saying the same phrases over and over again.
Mr. Peck,
For me, it's the thought that those kids are a few heartbeats away from harm's way in a foreign country or working for or investing in Raytheon Technologies, Teledyne Ryan, Lockheed Martin, Boeing, etc.
Instead...
Our republic ought to be leading the world in international railway and power grid construction.
For centuries now, patriots across the globe have been suggesting projects such as rail and power across the Bering Strait.
Standing armies are a stupid wasteful idea at this point in time, helpful to no one. Yes, globalists will promote, plan, and profit from world wars and resets, but we can choose to promote something other than flag folding for the fallen.
The drums also remind me of a propaganda song I first heard in high school history class.
Note Brit accent
(MI6 influence)
https://youtu.be/vwHIOoR-jYk
mark spark
PS
I also recall that entrenched German soldiers singing Christmas carols actually stopped the insanity for a few hours while soldiers of various flags played soccer together and shared wine. Later that night, machine men following the drum signals from high command called for a return to "military discipline."
I have a song for connecting the world and practicing the lessons we all should have learned in Kindergarten:
https://youtu.be/BwckMpR9V-Q
.
Didn’t ready my second phone is annoying but body dysmorphia:( so common
Ahoy Tom,
You fellow embodied soul you.
As music reaches beyond notes, poetry reaches beyond words and both point at beauty, goodness, and truth like a child's finger might point at the moon.
I can infer, intuit, and even imagine, as a means of knowing, knowing you, knowing human nature, therefore knowing myself.
I remember the future and appreciate your poem before I read it. Thank you? Yes, thank you.
mark spark
[ :-)
.