Dear George,
Congratulations on being the first president in history to duck a flying shoe. That’s democracy in Iraq for you, a size 10 shoe and Abu Ghraib.
Your calm reaction to the incident shows that you haven’t lost your insensitivity. The core of your genius as a leader is that you simply don’t give a shit. The apathetic never experience failure because there is nothing they care about, so it follows that they can lose nothing.
That is another reason you and I resonate so well. We’re both ethical slugs who leave trails of putrid slime in our wake, which we never smell.
We view the world through the cracked lens of an ideology run amok. Our norm is distortion so we go around breaking things so they will match the refracted perception with which we see them.
What I do with dishes and furniture, you do with countries and civilizations. I’ll end up with a mug shot in the local police station; you will end up with a marble bust in your presidential library. That’s one of the perks of being born to wealth and privilege. The poor get jail; the rich get elected.
But, I am not bitter. The rationalized fantasy we call psychology has conditioned me to accept my lot and to believe that my manifold defects are due to a psyche damaged by a pair of inept parents, and that all the ills I suffer--my poverty and my hunger, my damaged health and weak lungs—all of them are personal ills and not systemic ones.
And so I pop the pills that make me feel whole in my wretchedness. I fire up a pipe when things get really bad, which is most of the time. My teeth rot and my breath is rank, and yet, I am thankful, in my squalor, for the manifold blessings of being a loyal, patriotic American who has duct taped a broken flag pin to what is left of his lapel.
And I say thank God for the psychologists and educators who have turned us into a nation of well-behaved sheep who remain meek and silent as our world sinks into the economic ruin that is allowing the rich to prosper as they suck what is left of our capital up towards the pointy peak of their pyramid.
We’re good citizens, George, and good citizens don’t make trouble. It’s all about law and order.
Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones
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truly,a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury,signifying nothing,if i`ve ever seen one
...and lived by an idiot.
希望大家都會非常非常幸福~
「朵朵小語‧優美的眷戀在這個世界上，最重要的一件事，就是好好愛自己。好好愛自己，你的眼睛才能看見天空的美麗，耳朵才能聽見山水的清音。好好愛自己，你才能體會所有美好的東西，所有的文字與音符才能像清泉一樣注入你的心靈。好好愛自己，你才有愛人的能力，也才有讓別人愛上你的魅力。而愛自己的第一步，就是切斷讓自己覺得黏膩的過去，以無沾無滯的輕快心情，大步走向前去。愛自己的第二步，則是隨時保持孩子般的好奇，願意接受未知的指引；也隨時可以拋卻不再需要的行囊，一路雲淡風輕。親愛的，你是天地之間獨一無二的旅人，在陽光與月光的交替之中瀟灑獨行.............................................................................................................有時，你覺得痛。胃痛的時候，接受它，承認這個疼痛是你的身體的一部份，與它和平共處。心痛的時候，接受它，承認這個經驗是你的生命的一部份，與它和平共處。抗拒痛的存在，只會讓它更要證明它的存在，於是你就更痛。所以，.無論你有多麼不喜歡痛的感覺，還是要接納這個痛的事實。與你的痛站在同一邊，不逃避，不閃躲，不再與你的痛爭執，如此，你的痛才會漸漸不再胡鬧，才會乖乖平息下去。.................心願-你許下了一個心願，你閉上眼睛，在冥想之中把這個心願交託宙給宇整個讓宇宙推動它全部的力.量去執行.，你看見星球與星球的引力牽繫著彼此，你聽見虛空與虛空.唱裡著和妙美的聲音，為了你的心願，整個宇宙正在相互傳遞，然後你放下了心願，不僅是放下，最好你還把你的心願忘記，唯有如此，它才能脫離你，發展它自己，
當它在宇宙的遊歷結束之後，它自然會來到你身邊，以你曾經希望的方式回應你，許下，只是讓它發生，放下，才是讓>它實現，你的心願使你懂得不能執著的奧秘...................深秋的芒草又開了嗎？你循著去年秋天走過的小徑來到芒花如海浪起伏的野地。和記憶中一樣的風景風溫度濕度甚至風吹過臉頰的速度也是一樣的你循著小徑往前走漸漸有了某種幻覺彷彿可以就這樣一路走回去年秋天的從前然而這是另一個秋天了一個和了一以前不同的秋天一個此時的秋天時的在這個秋天之中的時你也的是一個和以前不同的你一個此時的你此時新生之時親愛的繼續往前走吧穿越過感傷的小徑與想念的芒絮之的芒後你將會再度重逢新生的自己。哪裡出了錯?為什麼你的總心是裡有那麼多的恐懼和猜疑不安和失落那你看那風中的飛花它從不為明日擔憂只是輕盈地悠遊自在地來去當一朵花還棲止在枝頭上的時候它不過是一棵樹的一部份唯有當它從枝頭落下才成為它自己因此親愛的你現在所攀附的枝頭也並不是你全部的世界雖是你然它提供了你目前所需了的養份但總有一天你會發現另一個真正會屬於你的世界那時你將像是一朵飛花在風中輕盈地悠遊自地盈在地來去
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