I don’t think we give our world rulers enough respect for being a formidable foe.  Not politicians. They’re worthless, bought and paid for shills… but the real rulers.

Clearly they excel in things we don’t.  Organizational skills, mathematics, physics, DNA, a work ethic and an ability to carry out an agenda generation after generation… in fact all ‘devil in the details’ elements of life, from lengthy contracts to the ingredients in a covid vaccine.  Most of us go about our lives and say things like ‘you know what they’re doing now?’.

We have a hard time accepting conspiracies, but no problem referring to them as “they”.

And, just as obvious as their computer-minded skills are their shortcomings.  For one, they lack empathy… which means they are foreign to the concept of true love.  They understand what it looks like, how gullible it can be, and even how to imitate it somewhat.  But they don’t feel it.  To their children they share a sense of responsibility to pass the torch.  To keep the flame of this magnificent chosen gene alive so that it may live to wreak havoc on the rest of us.

Why else would they lock us down for a ‘pandemic’ that was no greater than a common cold, banning churches, gyms, beaches, private business etc., whilst keeping liquor stores, Walmart & other big box enterprises (that they own) open?  If they were doing this to protect our health, what about processed food, artificial ingredients, lack of exercise, low-tone TV/movie programming, and keeping the porn sites up and running 24/7.  Is this someone who cares about you?

So we can agree that our enemy is dangerous, has a lot of smarts, and a lot of power. But there’s also the weakness of kryptonite too.

In the same way, we have power over many things.  For instance, we kill rats and mice with no consequence.  And why not, they’re a nuisance to our way of life!  But what if they could talk.  Do you think they’d consider us ‘evil’?

We put actual food in neck-snapping traps.  These little guys are always starving for a meal.  We know they can’t resist a quick & easy drive-thru.  So we put a little cheese or peanut butter in a trap to lure them in… then late, late at night when all is quiet… CRACK!

We set poison traps that taste like food so they can go back to their nests and contaminate the entire tribe.  Sound familiar?

And what about the chicken?  How many die a day so we can fry them up, slap a secret sauce on, stick ’em in between a sesame seed bun and eat it like a candy bar that just dropped down from a lifeless, sterile vending machine.

Cows… how many a day die for our need to have an In & Out Double-Double with cheese or a Big Mac with supersized everything?

Pigs, fish, ducks, hens, lamb, you name it… the list goes on and on.

How are we any different than our cultish leaders?

Ok, so we’re talking about humans.  So that’s different, right?  But how?
I mean, how do we determine that a guinea pig is a pet while a rat is a pest?  Because one is cuter?

I’m not a vegetarian.  I love meat.  But here’s what I’ve decided.

From now on I will say a prayer before each meal.  You can direct the prayer in any way you choose,  but it goes like this:

“I thank this fish (chicken, cow) for unknowingly and unwillingly sacrificing it’s life so that I may live another day.”

That’s it.  But it means we’re not mindless of sacrifice.  It means we have gratitude.  It separates us from those we resist.

Just this acknowledgment can go a long way in preparing us for what’s to come and preventing us from becoming one of them.

Secondly, acknowledge that Amazon, Google, Youtube, Spotify and the rest are their traps (man traps) filled with treats we like.  We cannot resist, but it will be the blueprint of our demise.

it’s the glass jar we jumped in.

So I’ll try to support local business, local farmers and such wherever and whenever I can.

Some of you will know what i’m talking about.  Some may roll your eyes or not have a clue.  Both are ok.  We are where we’re supposed to be until we’re somewhere else.

Peace,
Jude

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Another year, another holiday.  Bukowski pretty much summed it up.  It’s not that you’re depressed, it’s just… as a man who’s seen this revolving door 63 times now, you tend to get a little ho-hum about it.  What are we even celebrating, Santa?  Freedom?

Regardless, the music is both a blessing and a curse.  Every year I have these moments of inspiration from hearing Christmas music, and also a little dread.  This year I made a playlist for doo wop, and that was just the right fix.  It has the universality of the holidays, but it’s soulful.  If you listen closely to the actual background voices and realize they are often facilitating instruments that, from the street-corners of their inception were beyond a financial or social grasp to these young groups… it’s really quite something.  This music inspired The Beatles and so much more.

In 1978, on one of the first tours with Moon Martin to New York City, we were being driven from the airport to our hotel by a driver with a strong Brooklyn accent.  There was an old 50’s song on the radio, then another and another until I finally asked “what is this station?”.  He replied, “This?  Yeah man it’s a doo wop station!  The greatest, right?”

For me it was more than the greatest.  It was an out of body experience.  The music of The Dells, The Capris, The Flamingos… one after another playing with the skyline of Manhattan coming into view.  It was turning dusk, and the boys in the band wanted to go venture around… see a few things, maybe get a bite.

However, I opted to stay in my room overlooking old time fire escapes with the bedside radio on, playing doo wop.  I was frozen in time.  Not the present, but a time I felt I had been here before.  It’s one of the only feelings of this I’ve ever had, but a strong one.

And to this day, at certain times… like this year, it’s medicine.  I devoted an entire record to this era and genre called Coolerator which is on Spotify, Apple Music and the rest.  I tried my level best to use equipment from that time, perform and mix the record with the same sensibility.  It’s more of an homage than anything I really felt like promoting… but I have to say of all my records, it’s my most frequent listen.

This and my Spotify doo-wop playlist links below.  Merry Merry. Happy Happy 🙂

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