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12:37 PM Oct. 1, 2008 - 0 comments - [ post comment ]
Playing a game with some new friends has me thinking of past thoughts. Dreaming of lizard words that repeat in my ear as the berimbau speaks. These too have thier own kote. I thought I should relax then again the color blue is not the sky in my world. Smiles plastard against moving background flesh are root deep. Some how green speckled gold has invaded the orange fear factor draped along roadside construction. Sneeze inside a jaguar as I rode by on a light rail of sorts. These are not just viens toward the pump they are what one might call an opinion. Dreamtime reality that can not be put away like folded wool clothes. It is a feeling passing degrees. It isn't hard to know where some one is at while the alligator peers from water top.
12:43 AM Aug. 8, 2008 - 0 comments - [ post comment ]
I remember her name it just hasn't been in pictures quite like this. Things repeat themselves until we reach balence. Some call them cycles. Some call them 13. Others run away from the act of change because it is not on the television they just bought. Change the channel. Then in the mittens that Mom gave to me did work even though they weren't free. I have gained vision all the while this comercial state has blinded my sight. Follow the nose on the donkeys back. Slow is surely a price over looked. This too is like soft lips pursed up against my ear and for some reason we all missed the love bizarre. Yes indeed a ticket has been factored into the next event. This leaves a rose on a door step left as a gift for the one that has not been seen or heard from in so long. I witnessed foot prints in snow white sands. Then my eyes opened to flowing black hair. Thanks Rebecca. I will enjoy your arrival. Love and lights are on.
12:11 PM Aug. 5, 2008 - 0 comments - [ post comment ]
Temper temper. Releasing my words from my collard non reality. I am just a dog with an electrical fence. It was your lips that rattled a list. All capitals. It ment little as they had no screen to be seen with all the emotion. Cries wrapped in blubbering about not being able to make a choice. There are times when you have to look your fear in the face and go through it. You made it so no one else can do it for you. Don't try to keep pushing those needled distortions into another ear until you have squeezed the last of the tube upon the brush. Laser your eyes to the reflection while your mind gallops with unbriddled pain inwhich you subscribed to for only a penny. A choice. Standing at the counter. You took a scoop of prejudice and it tasted so good. Now that the goodies are gone. There are more you can devour at a glimmer of hope you left behind and there are always bills to be paid in full.
1:11 AM Jul. 20, 2008 - 0 comments - [ post comment ]
Yes you did tell me that my voice was quite quiet. Then with a solid blue look I saw future events bend in circles. The lines do the same. Patterns I was told are figments of imagination that should be squashed for man made word delivery systems. Then as the letters blend off orange vortexes into metallic purple armor(thanks Jimi) it will only take a couple of years to feel Tropicalia. It might even take a rebirth to quench this yerning for black days. Just think beyond color. Right where you were empty doing time for being yourself in white mind made mysteries. My wife has not shown herself to my mind as racecar drivers push pavement pathways. Gallop drawn inaction has some how molded in the motion. Reach for yet another closed hand paint brush distrust of power in gloved action from Mexico. This back in the day segment is brought to you by reaction. A detection that there are more doors to open. Ask those questions. Relax into the stretch. Push it to a level of eight. Then turn it on its side to reveal the identity of the champion you forgot to be. Some say thirteen is an unlucky number. Change is what the dragonfly surfs through.
11:53 PM Jul. 4, 2008 - 0 comments - [ post comment ]
I forgot about a standing issue with limitations. Rules and opinions that some how try to candy coat a larger issue of uselessness. The path of conditioned responses has since dressed itself in drag without a shave. Painted in hands that let mouths speak of themselves as patriots of sound judgement in time that needs action. I ask to be on the bench in this team endevor. My back is sore from carrying this load of neck talking. Let's turn the page of this comic book reality and get grounded. He said she said now rub my lamp and you will get a suprise. Yeah that's the ticket. Which side are you going to as the eyes of drunk geese peer into the vibrational color you just happen to be at the moment? Inside time is where you can loose yourself in perception. A rabbit hole of powder created a multimedia montage morgue for our minds. Confining the cry of our primal crake. These too are thoughts that pierce my photo induced transparent metaphor life. I almost forgot to breathe in the air so thick with fear my day turned orange. Internalize the mystery. Don't look, touch. This is why I need a pill from the white coats. This means I am out of time. Where are the UFO's to save us like they did so long ago?
9:55 PM Jun. 29, 2008 - 0 comments - [ post comment ]
When I sat down to think about things I was brought back to a place in time where there was a smile. Not only was it south it was east of here. I don't know what made me call a number that I haven't touched in about a year. It could have been that I needed it. Who are these people that I have left to go along their lives with me being just a subnote. I do play that part in many lives and sometimes my own. Just because I don't know what part I play doesn't mean that I don't have fun. Come now. I just wonder how the role plays out in the life that I am asked to part take in. It gives me one of those curious looks. You know one of those that you can not place. One that makes you ask yourself do I look like that when I am confused? I remember the days back home riding the EL. Those days where like looking into the crystal ball for answers. You ask one day about anything and in days but no longer than a week it is answered by just someone on the EL. That someone being that individual who could answer you the inquirer of the multiverse. Each one of us has these places all over the Earth. Where is one of yours? It did not matter where I have moved I can always find this place yet each time the moment is different. Some would say it is just the way the multiverse talks with you. How does it talk with you? How deep is your connection? Can you tell? Breathe...
3:20 PM Jun. 19, 2008 - 0 comments - [ post comment ]
Well the date and time you already know. I have had a hard time with this flooding in the Midwest. I feel for the individuals that have lost everything and the ones who will have to protect what they have in the coming days. On the other hand I can see that when you try to stop nature from running its course you will always loose. I do not care for the army core of engineers. This group has put the ok stamp on many areas that are not ok to live in. People research where you are going to live before you set down and become oblivious to your own safety or give it away to a group that has no better an idea than the weather man on tv. There are going to be more natural occurrences coming to those areas that have tried to hinder the natural course. Oh and just a reminder, this is not due to gobal warming. It is due to the fact that our infrastructure is based on 'we are the center of the universe philosophy'. I hope that our news agencies do not put this in the false conditioned group of global warming and start scaring people into paying more taxes to somehow save them from natural occurences.
10:24 AM May. 27, 2008 - 2 comments - [ post comment ]

It's been around for millions of years, but it's no more than a month old. What is it?

7:00 PM May. 20, 2008 - 1 comments - [ post comment ]
Something my guest had to say while we sat next to each other. I did not even see lips move. 'Suddenly I am remembering that I am a fond brother of preception. Wrestling with concepts out of my own grasps at understanding. I have confused myself into unprotecting intoxication. Time in time this path only fondled abition and tinkered on the edge of genius. Just alittle bit further in the day from the next.'
4:23 PM May. 15, 2008 - 4 comments - [ post comment ]

 

 

Say you are an eagle and you are with a group of turkeys

How would you know you are an eagle?

2:44 PM May. 8, 2008 - 1 comments - [ post comment ]

I thought i could wait until later to drop some of this extra information that is dripping out of my ears. 

 

This is Full of Emotion so read at your own will…

 

 

Incompetence has killed

Remote viewing

Picture postcard pain

This is bullshit

This is insane

Letting these people

Your people

Our people

Grovel

Wasting away

 

Temptation has my mind

Wrapped

Bound

Even my limbs

Don’t have felt feet

 

Puppet leaders

Ones that

Lie

Cheat

Rob us of our minds

There is like here

They don’t believe in prevention

Only retaliations after cloudy skies

 

**** them’

They are useless

Greed mongering

Showtime shell gamers

Baiting all of us

Milking us like cows

 

We are all in trouble

Fend for yourself

Look out for your lives

Deepen your connection

Stop swallowing denials

 

You make the difference

You make the difference

YOU make the difference

11:19 AM May. 1, 2008 - 3 comments - [ post comment ]

 

Roses are red

Violets are a shade of red mixed with blue

I am tired of the media dementia candy drinks that are forced down every throat.  Look everyone smoke and mirrors yet again!  There isn’t a vision for the future.  There is only freight and fear with play money that isn’t worth the paper it is printed on.  In this reality I am not being pessimistic about this Three Card Monte side show of a life that is supposedly forced upon us.  Heck I kind of understand what is going on.  It is all made up.  It isn’t real.  I am going to close my mind to all the animal farm games because it is not real to me.  There isn’t a plan.  There isn’t any guidance.  To me most of the outside world is a sham.  How come when I meet people from all over the place it is almost always the same; people being real however when I watch the tele I am shown how dreadful and rehearsed life is.  There is a huge difference in what is and what is given.

 

Why do you think that is?  Are we not really supposed to grow up?  Are we just supposed to exist to be taken advantage of?  Are we just cattle or better yet just sheeple?  What is the real purpose for humanity beyond what is given to be true? 

 

When is the next renaissance based on advancing our people and not our profit coming?

10:39 PM Apr. 20, 2008 - 0 comments - [ post comment ]
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I had to think about it for a moment. Was the smile I felt only for me? Indeed these colors. These are the patterns. Once when I was told that these are just in my mind. Made up childhood games. Kind of like invisible people. Coloring faces on rocks because they asked for human features to be noticed. Those days miss the bus in the morning. Then I was suppose to say hello under my breath next to you over a cup of tea. Don't and believe are two different stories. I constantly have to rub my eyes because I can sense blind brains. I will have told myself that the stories that I was implanted with by the conditioned are not real. Even if these words seem jumbled they are helpful to me. They just don't take up space in my mind confusing my outside life. Kind inclusion. A fine display of an active landscape where there are only limits made by knowing right or wrong. I will ask for your help. That is because you are a part of me as I am to you. Each drop of clearing rain temps me to reach beyond my stretch. Some how I am to forget those that have done the same before me. My experience is mine yet underline it as done before. My words are mimed metaphors mixed with zeros and ones. This does induce a sense that I am not my own person. I am not. Read the words. It would be silly for me to think my life is flat. My thoughts aren't even the center of my multiverse. There is where my eyes stare too long and my brother tells me to cut it out. Yeah. Right after this comercial break. Just let me finish. Ok ready to go. I think I found a vein of creativity. Never muddy riverbank crawfish tap shoes. I do beleive I just typed that. Yep. Now when I just heard that some dressed a fool I kind have to slow this random time square. Taxi! Ok now that I can not hear broadway orange ramble in the background I can focus on the spiral I have found myself typing all these words and not wanting to let go since it is so simple. It kind is like licking a lollypop. Even the paper stick is edible. If I could keep typing to find out what it is that I am doing I would be even happier than I am right now. My fingers dancing wanting to type in different langauges. I don't care for the fact that the tower babel was destroyed. Thanks. Now I am tired. If you wonder then it was worth it.
1:59 PM Apr. 7, 2008 - 1 comments - [ post comment ]
 

This daydream is brought to you by the makers of terror oh I mean truth.  Now that the chairs have all been put up I can relax with my hangover.  For some reason I can not get it through my thick skull that there is a purpose to my American Life.  I love getting the shit scared out of me on a daily basis.  Heck I’ll down all my poison soft drinks to calm me and help me feed my face way beyond what I am supposed to because my body can not recognize what it is doing.  My surroundings some how deliver me to a comforter lined with pills.  This is my daydream.  I can hear voices of media metallic types dripping from every conditioning box.  This temps me.  This triggers my responses.  It has been decided that my relationships are all based on figures that act for my amusement when I hit the red button on this magic wand.  These individuals that I sit next to on the bus are no longer just themselves.  They are fit into a nice predetermined response like I have seen before.  Entertainment is just that.  Now my friends want to be programmed like what we see.  Funny to me because we are not written in characters in a made up scenario that will constantly entertain everyone however we are corralled into believing this.  Many conditioned moments in my life have left me on the preverbal doorstep with a flaming bag of crap in my hands.  This is a dream.  I love it when I am instructed to see that individuals that run business and such are useless bags of plasma that vomit their limitations onto others without a blink of an eye.  This too is wonderful wooly kind of fun.  Maybe my thoughts should stay in my head so they can over flow into another part of my life that I can not control since control is as factious as a two dimensional cartoon. This is beginning to be some enjoyment.  Maybe for you it is entertainment.  No bubble gum and pop tarts here just me wondering who is in your brain if it isn’t you.

 

12:22 PM Mar. 31, 2008 - 0 comments - [ post comment ]

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Thingyan (Burmese: ; MLCTS: sangkran) is the Burmese New Year Water Festival and usually falls around mid-April (the Burmese month of Tagu). It is celebrated over a period of four to five days culminating in the new year. The dates of the Thingyan festival are calculated according to the traditional Burma lunisolar calendar and hence have no fixed Roman calendar equivalent although it often coincides with Easter. The dates of the festival are observed as the most important public holiday throughout Burma and are part of the summer holidays at the end of the school year. Water-throwing or dousing one another from any shape or form of vessel or device that delivers water is the distinguishing feature of this festival and may be done on the first four days of the festival. However, in most parts of the country, it does not begin in earnest until the second day. Thingyan is comparable to other new year festivities in Theravada Buddhist areas of Southeast Asia such as Lao New Year, Cambodian New Year and the more widely known Songkran in Thailand.

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History

The origin of Thingyan, however, is not Buddhist but Hindu. The King of Brahmas called Arsi lost a wager to the King of Devas, Śakra (Thagya Min), who decapitated Arsi as agreed but put the head of an elephant on the Brahma's body who then became Ganesha. The Brahma was so powerful that if the head were thrown into the sea it would dry up immediately. If it were thrown onto land it would be scorched. If it were thrown up into the air the sky would burst into flames. Sakra therefore ordained that the Brahma's head be carried by one princess devi after another taking turns for a year each. The new year henceforth has come to signify the changing of hands of the Brahma's head.[1]

 Thingyan Eve

The eve of Thingyan, the first day of the festival called a-kyo nei, is the start of a variety of religious activities. Buddhists are expected to observe the Eight Precepts[2], more than the basic Five Precepts, including having only one meal before noon. Thingyan is a time when uposatha observance days, similar to the Christian sabbath, are held. Alms and offerings are laid before monks in their monasteries and offerings of a green coconut with its stalk intact encircled by bunches of green bananas (nga pyaw pwè oun pwè) and sprigs of Tha byay or jambul (Syzygium cumini) before the Buddha images over which scented water is poured in a ceremonial washing from the head down. In ancient times Burmese kings had a hairwashing ceremony with clear pristine water from Gaungsay Kyun (lit. Headwash Island), a small rocky outcrop of an island in the Gulf of Martaban near Mawlamyaing.[3]

By nightfall, the real fun begins with music, song and dance, merrymaking and general gaiety in anticipation of the water festival. In every neighbourhood mandats or stages, with festive names and made from bamboo, wood and beautifully decorated papier mache, have sprung up overnight. Local belles have been rehearsing for weeks in the run-up to the great event in song and dance in chorus lines, each band of girls uniformly dressed in colourful tops and skirts and garlanded in flowers and tinsel. They wear fragrant thanaka - a paste of the ground bark of Murraya paniculata which acts as both sunblock and astringent - on their faces, and sweet-scented yellow padauk blossoms in their hair. The padauk (Pterocarpus macrocarpus) blooms but one day each year during Thingyan and is popularly known as the "Thingyan flower". Large crowds of revellers, on foot, bicycles and motorbikes, and in opentop jeeps and trucks, will do the rounds of all the mandats, some making their own music and most of the womenfolk wearing thanaka and padauk. Floats, gaily decorated and lit up, also with festive names and carrying an orchestra as well as dozens of amorous young men on each of them, will roam the streets stopping at every mandat exchanging songs specially written for the festival including the Thingyan classics that everyone knows, and performing than gyat (similar to rapping but one man leads and the rest bellows at the top of their voices making fun of and criticising whatever is wrong in the country today such as fashion, consumerism, runaway inflation, crime, drugs, AIDS, corruption, inept politicians etc.)[4]. It is indeed a time for letting go, a major safety valve for stress and simmering discontent. There will be the usual spate of accidents and incidents from drink driving or just reckless driving in crowded streets full of revellers and all manner of vehicles, as well as drunkenness, arguments and brawling which the authorities have to be prepared for at this time of the year. Generally however friendliness and goodwill prevail along with some boisterous jollity.

Water Festival

Thingyan in ancient Bagan
Thingyan in ancient Bagan

The next day called a-kya nei is when Thingyan truly arrives as Thagya Min makes his descent from his celestial abode to earth. At a given signal, a cannon (Thingyan a-hmyauk) is fired and people come out with pots of water and sprigs of tha byay, then pour the water onto the ground with a prayer. A prophesy for the new year (Thingyan sa) will have been announced by the brahmins (ponna) and this is based on what animal Thagya Min will be riding on his way down and what he might carry in his hand.[3] Children will be told that if they have been good Thagya Min will take their names down in a golden book but if they have been naughty their names will go into a dogskin book!

Serious water throwing does not begin until a-kya nei in most of the country although there are exceptions to the rule. Traditionally, Thingyan involved the sprinkling of scented water in a silver bowl using sprigs of tha byay (Jambul), a practice that continues to be prevalent in rural areas. The sprinkling of water was intended to metaphorically "wash away" one's sins of the previous year. In major cities such as Yangon, garden hoses, huge syringes made of bamboo, brass or plastic, water pistols and other devices from which water can be squirted are used in addition to the gentler bowls and cups, but water balloons and even fire hoses have been employed! It is the hottest time of the year and a good dousing is welcomed by most. Everyone is fair game except monks and obviously pregnant women. Some overenthusiastic young lads may get captured by women, who often are their main target, and become victims of a practical joke with soot from cooking pots smeared on their faces. Maidens from mandats with dozens of garden hoses exchange hundreds of gallons of water with throngs of revellers and one float after another. Many revellers carry towels to block the jet of water getting into the ear and for modesty's sake as they get thoroughly soaked and drenched in their light summer clothes. The odd prankster might use ice water and a drive-by splash with this would provoke shrieks of surprise followed by laughs from its victims. Pwè (performances) by puppeteers, orchestras, dance troupes, comedians, film stars and singers including modern pop groups are commonplace during this festival.

The third day is called a-kyat nei and there may be two of them , an extra day in certain years. The fourth is known as a-tet nei when Thagya Min returns to the heavens, the last day of the water festival. Some would throw water at people late into the day making an excuse such as "Thagya Min left his pipe and has come back for it"! Over the long festive holiday, a time-honoured tradition is mont loun yeibaw, glutinous rice balls with jaggery (palm sugar) inside thrown into boiling water in a huge wok and served as soon as they resurface which gave it the name.[1] All the young men and women help in making it and all are welcome, but watch out for some prankster putting a birdseye chilli inside instead of jaggery for a laugh! Mont let saung is another refreshing Thingyan snack, bits of sticky rice with toasted sesame in jaggery syrup and coconut milk. They are both served with grated coconut. In major cities such as Yangon and Mandalay, Rakhine Thingyan can also be experienced as Rakhine residents of the city celebrate in their own tradition. Water is scooped from a long boat (laung hlei) to throw at revellers and Rakhine mohinga is served.

New Year Day

The next day is New Year Day ("hnit hsan ta yet nei"). It is a time for people to visit the elders and pay obeisance (shihko) with a traditional offering of water in a terracotta pot and shampoo. Young people will perform hairwashing for the elderly often in the traditional manner with shampoo beans (Acacia rugata) and bark. Many will make new year resolutions, generally in the mending of ways and doing meritorious deeds for their karma. Releasing fish (nga hlut pwè) is another time-honoured tradition on this day; fish are rescued from lakes and rivers drying up under the hot sun, then kept in huge glazed earthen pots and jars before releasing into larger lakes and rivers with a prayer and a wish saying "I release you once, you release me ten times".[3] Thingyan (a-hka dwin) is also a favourite time for shinbyu, novitiation ceremonies for boys in the tradition of Theravada Buddhism when they will join the monks (Sangha) and spend a short time, perhaps longer, in a monastery immersed in the teachings of the Buddha, the Dharma. It is akin to rites of passage or coming of age ceremonies in other religions.

In recent years, Thingyan has been heavily promoted by both the government and private agencies to attract tourists to Burma.

11:56 AM Mar. 5, 2008 - 4 comments - [ post comment ]
 

My night wasn’t going that great.  You know…  thinking about things that are out of your control like friends that don’t seem to care even though you want them to call back because you find the conversation interesting.  Or other items like when you need to make a change and you are planning everything to tee.  I have just been full of ideas and changes that have not stopped since I moved about a year ago.  Creative outlets have been put on hold since I have taken more time to think instead of do.  Well times are changing very fast. 

 

Bucket, the nearest person that can make things happen offered a ticket to me.  He didn’t know the band and it was free.  Across the street at the Bluebird Theater I could see the marquee with the name Missy Higgins.  I was doubtful at best by my windfall that I received yet made the pilgrimage to the show.  Waiting in line I spied that the show was sold out.  At least the smile that was on my face stopped my mind chatter long enough to enjoy the fact that I was going to a sold out show. 

 

Once inside I was comfortable because I have been there before.  The usual show crowd that I have encountered at the Bluebird could not be described like this one because it was almost all women.  Another smile made me forget what it was that I thought before.  So things were getting better at every turn.  Some small talk about the artist with my new neighbors helped me understand that she is something big down in Australia.  That lead me to be more relaxed and at that point I was thankful that I accepted the ticket.

 

http://www.missyhiggins.com

 

Visit her website and you can hear what I did…  Have a good time.

12:51 PM Feb. 26, 2008 - 2 comments - [ post comment ]

 

Well now another day has gone by and still the same old BS that hits the headlines of the day. 

I wonder the reason that I feel fine while I am programed to be fearful of my surroundings.  Maybe it is that I never left my childhood.  Maybe it is also that I can express myself without feeling bad for being me.  I know that those two items help out very much in this day in age that doesn't want you to think for yourself.  These moments need all the warning signs to make sure you really know that something might hurt you.  There might be some day that I need the reminder that my coffee is hot.  Doubtful.  I am wondering when it is all going to fade away into knowledge.  A space where we are all get use to the fact that we can use what little amount of our brain that we do use for something worth while.  Commonsense is no where to be found.  It is on the endangered list of accomplishments. 

Some things have been getting to me lately and I have to do something about it however finding a remedy is the challenge.  I can't believe that my peers here in America are so blind to the fact that we are not being lead to the promise land.  I don't see it anywhere.  It is all gloom and doom.  There is not a well thought out plan that is given to us by the people that we ask to do those jobs for us.  I am asked everyday to have a plan that has to work or my job could be on the line.  Then when I read or watch what our supposed leaders are doing they don't get fired.  That is crap.  Double standards that I see yet I am just a Pleb.  There right there is what I am fed up with!  What is the reason that I just put myself in a box and let those who don't care represent me?  I am a passionate individual that cares for others.  I take pride in my work and how I conduct myself.  Where did the accountability go?  It might be rapped up in dollars?  It could be that there is a false sense of reality that needs to be grounded. 

This is free form typing.  What ever comes to mind no matter what it is is open.  How many times have you stopped yourself from being yourself?  You might get many responses yet the best response is from yourself because you just opened a door congratulations...  It doesn't have to make sense right now for it is an exercise to release instead of hording your feelings inside.  It takes more energy to hold onto something than releasing it.  You can not hide your thoughts because they are electric and your carbon based body can not hold it back or contain it.  When you think of someone they can feel it.  Think about that one for awhile.

 

 

11:39 AM Feb. 11, 2008 - 2 comments - [ post comment ]

There has been so much going on in the past week or so that it has my head spinning.  I don't know what is real with all of these illusions going on.  Boy do I need some kind of drug to help me figure this all out.  There are criminals running the country with more on the way to fill their place.  Our family members are overseas being killed for a real reason that has been camouflaged by words that mean nothing to their missing limbs or life.  All of this going on and the head lies read about a rock star who is a drug addict, a movie star dying because of drugs, a waste of money witch hunt about sports figures doing drugs, each commercial is about a drug, and gee I think I need a drug.  I can not rely on myself or my surrounding support group to help me understand because they are all on drugs legal and illegal.  I want to be a zombie!  I want my backside to bleed with that all encompassing constipation dry throat weakness in my heart.  I want to know nothing of my immediate proximity and of the world.  Even though someone told me that the world is getting smaller I don't want any part of it.  I want to crawl into a nice orange bottle with a safety top.  Then I am saved from the outside world and have found salvation in media terrorism.  Now I know why the security level is always orange.  Pop while you got'em.

4:25 PM Jan. 23, 2008 - 0 comments - [ post comment ]

Dobbs: Our leaders have squandered our wealth

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  • Lou Dobbs says a stimulus package won't prevent a recession
  • Our leaders have squandered the nation's wealth, he says
  • Dobbs says mistakes of past 25 years have led to this crisis
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NEW YORK (CNN) -- President Bush's assurances that we'll all be "just fine" if he and Congress can work out an economic stimulus package seem a little hollow this morning.

Much like Federal Reserve Board Chairman Ben Bernanke's assurances last May that the subprime mortgage meltdown would be contained and not affect the broader economy. And it seems Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson has spent most of the past year trying to influence Chinese economic policy rather than setting the direction of U.S. economic policy.

There is no question that Bush, House Speaker Nancy Pelosi and Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid will quickly come up with an economic stimulus package simply because they can no longer ignore our economic and financial crisis. That economic stimulus plan will amount to about 1 percent of our nation's gross domestic product, an estimated $150 billion.

But all of us should recognize that the stimulus package will be inadequate to drive sustainable growth in our $13 trillion economy. An emergency Fed rate cut and an economic stimulus plan are short-term responses to our complex economic problems, nothing more than bandages for a hemorrhaging economy.

Bush, Pelosi, Reid and the presidential candidates of both parties have an opportunity now, and I believe an obligation, to adjust the public policy mistakes of the past quarter-century that have led to this crisis. And only through courageous policy decisions will we be able to steer this nation's economy away from the brink of outright disaster.

We all have to acknowledge that our problems were in part brought on by the failure of our government to regulate the institutions and markets that are now in crisis. The irresponsible fiscal policies of the past decade have led to a national debt that amounts to $9 trillion. The irresponsible so-called free trade policies of Democratic and Republican administrations over the past three decades have produced a trade debt that now amounts to more than $6 trillion, and that debt is rising faster than our national debt. All of which is contributing to the plunge in the value of the U.S. dollar.

At precisely the point in our history in which this nation has become ever more dependent on foreign producers for everything from clothing to computers to technology to energy, our weakened dollar is making the price of an ever-increasing number of imported goods even more expensive.

All Americans will soon have to face a bitter and now obvious truth: Our national, political and economic leaders have squandered this nation's wealth, and the price of this profligacy is enormous, and the bill has just come due for all of us.

Bernanke endorsed the concept of a short-term economic stimulus package, but he cautioned that the money must be spent correctly: "You'd hope that [consumers] would spend it on things that are domestically produced so that the spending power doesn't go elsewhere."

Just what would you have us spend it on? The truth is that consumers spend most of their money on foreign imports, and any stimulus package probably would be stimulating foreign economies rather than our own. Imports, for example, account for 92 percent of our non-athletic footwear, 92 percent of audio video equipment, 89 percent of our luggage and 73 percent of power tools. In fact, between 1997 and 2006, only five of the 114 industries examined in a U.S. Business and Industry Council report gained market share against import competition.

And let's be honest and straightforward, as I hope our president and the candidates for president will be: This stimulus will not prevent a recession. It may ease the pain for millions of Americans, but a recession we will have. The question is how deep, how prolonged and how painful will it be. Unfortunately, we're about to find out how committed and capable our national leaders are at mitigating that pain and producing realistic policy decisions for this nation that now stands at the brink.

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Well if anyone of you watched American Sports Entertainment, Football Division lately you will see that the mighty New England Patriots are perfect.  I watched like a well conditioned American at every snap and yes it was very entertaining.  There ups and downs, the commentary adding to the possible loss for Americas new Team.  Damn right it’s good to be a Patriot, who can beat us?  Not even a Giant!  Well now...  Those of us who have been awake for awhile can and did see that the Giants for some reason gave up in the prime of the game.  Gave up! 

They were already in the playoffs and what did they care?  They are paid to perform.  The hype was huge however; the let down even bigger.  I guess the Giants did not want to be the spoilers.  Good for them.  It was like a well performed play with men in tight uniforms.  Well until the next round of stuff I know is fixed; I will have a quick snap in the two minute drill (unlike the Giants). 


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