Monday, May 30, 2016

Darn the Holy!

Holy socks with “flip-flops” will never be “in fashion.” But Used Crap Stores don’t sell “pre-owned” socks, and we are all too poor for new.

Cheap solution: gather thy holy socks, even thy holiest of holies. From Grandma, Great Uncle, or anyone old and wise, beg a steel “needle” and a roll of tiny rope (“thread”), of any color. Darn them! Like this:

Not new, but not none. The surgically enhanced may mix with the unholy—no sock need be ashamed. Stand fashionably thrifty and proud, even in flip-flops.


Humans, being fallible, should never be quite certain of anything.


Don’t shop until you must.


Whoever dies with the most toys has lost the game.


In nothing trust.

“…we have after all within ourselves what we need.”
                                 Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki (1870-1966), Essays in Zen Buddhism, p. 73


To honor the war dead,
including the women, children, and babies: 
bring all soldiers home, and dismantle the killing machines.

 “Let’s face it; what we call the “war on terror” is really just another oil war…. The only winners have been the military contractors and oil companies that have pocketed historic profits, the intelligence agencies that have grown exponentially in power and influence to the detriment of our freedoms, and the jihadists who invariably used our interventions as their most effective recruiting tool. We have compromised our values, butchered our own youth, killed hundreds of thousands of innocent people, subverted our idealism, and squandered our national treasures, in fruitless and costly adventures abroad. In the process, we have helped our worst enemies and turned America, once the world’s beacon of freedom, into a national security surveillance state and an international moral pariah.”

Robert F, Kennedy Jr.