Nerd Mode Engaged: Marvel Comics Rant Initiated

Steve Rogers is a Nazi.  Oh, spoiler alert.   Take two...

So if asked the question "Are you now and have you ever been," it seems Steven "Captain America" Rogers must answer positive to both ends of that question.   Marvel comics just outed one of its flagship characters and icon of all that America stands for as a Nazi agent working for H.Y.D.R.A. (which I will explain in a moment for those who have not seen Winter Soldier, which is one of the few Disney Marvel movies I love) and not only is he NOW working for H.Y.D.R.A. (which I will just call "Nazis" from this point on because it is annoying to type their name), but he has ALWAYS worked for the Nazis dating back not only to his time during WW2, but it appears since birth.  He is, was, and the editors say "will be" an agent for the Nazis, but only the readers know this.  The Marvel editors recently even said:

This is not a clone, not an imposter, not mind control, not someone else acting through Steve.  This is really Steve Rogers, Captain America himself.

EW.com

Now, H.Y.D.R.A. (last time I am typing that fucking word!) was born from the death of the Nazis and was basically their "Plan B."  They infiltrated the American and Soviet governments via the Cold War's need for scientists and nasty weapons.   They then used their cover to keep America on the brink of war for decades while allowing acts of terrorism and minor wars to keep the people scared and willing to turn over more and more freedom in the name of security.   It was by this less aggressive means that the Nazis would eventually win WW2 and take over the world.

For the entire history of the comic book (Captain America pre-dates Marvel comics), Captain America has been all that stood between the Nazis and their end game.  To have him suddenly outed as a Nazi agent since day one would be akin to finding out James Bond has always been a double agent for S.P.E.C.T.R.E.   This only works if you ignore EVERY SINGLE STORY THAT HAS EVER BEEN TOLD ABOUT THIS CHARACTER SINCE THE DAY THEY WERE CREATED!    

And I'm not even going to get into the fact that this America Icon now deemed a Nazi was created by two Jewish writers because that has nothing to do with the narrative, but it is a slap in the face.

Back to the Nerd Mode:  I am going to use my favorite all time Marvel event to explain exactly why Captain America being a bad guy makes ZERO SENSE: the first Civil War.

In the comics, the break in the Marvel universe happened because a young group of heroes had a reality TV show and went after bad guys above their pay-grade in the name of ratings.   Needless to say, they were defeated, but one of the bad guys used his massive power and the fight ended with over 600 dead, including many children as the fight took place near a school.    The public outcry was quick and the government's response even quicker: All masked heroes must register with S.H.I.E.L.D and become government agents.    Iron Man agreed and became the main force behind getting heroes to register, while Captain America felt such an action violated freedom and put innocent people at risk.   He feared leaks, spies, or Nazi infiltration (which turned out to be the case in a later Marvel event), and he lead the resistance.   Both sides recruited whomever they could get; be it hero of villain, and the fight got nasty.    It ended with Captain America sacrificing himself and turning himself in, not because he was wrong, but in the name of restoring order and hoping for a more peaceful solution.

So...to recap: the Nazis were backed by the government and were gathering a database of every single good guy's secret identity and details of their families and it was Nazi Captain America who lead the fight AGAINST it?  Would it not have made more sense to the story if Iron Man was revealed to be a secret Nazi?

Here's my case for Iron Man being the H.Y.D.R.A. agent.  (I can't escape typing that damned word):

1. His father was a founding member of S.H.I.E.L.D and could have easily gotten his choice of former Nazis through clearance and into ranking positions within the organization.
2. His father had access to incredible advances in technology.  Having him secretly be a Nazi would explain the Stark Industries dominance in the world.
3. Captain America and Iron Man have rarely seen eye-to-eye and have often fought.
4. Tony Stark's personal life can almost be seen as a mockery of America culture and could be used by the organization whose name I am too lazy to type to foster unrest such as Occupy Wall Street.
5. The imagery of the Iron Man with the Iron Fist works far better to the oppression of that organization than Captain America with his Star-Spangled Shield.
6. The public would accept it better although the press would have been worse.

I fear the writers at Marvel are going for a specific reference rather than a general idea.  I fear they are commenting on this election cycle and that is not the place for comics IMHO.  

Comics are America Mythology.  Comics are us and these heroes represent our ideals just as the villains represent our fears.   They are nothing more, but nothing less than Roman and Greek Mythology and equally as important.    They tell tales of morality and conflicts of ideals that are timeless and eternal.   Within them are the lessons we teach our kids when they outgrow Mother Goose and Brother Grimm but are not yet ready for Grisham or Ludlum. 

I fear that Marvel is forgetting the deep importance of the comic medium in the name of scoring some fleeting points and sacrificing the greater story for a point in history that won't be as important in the grand scheme as the characters whose ideal and values they have now corrupted forever.    

You can't undo it.   Issue #1 is out, sold, and now part of Marvel History.   Captain America is now and always has been a Nazi.   The editors of Marvel just pissed on a rich history and perverted our mythology in the name of a few headlines.  

Not to mention the collective memories and fantasies and daydreams of how many thousands of children over the last 50 plus years?

Nice job!

Can't Happen Here Until It Does

Godwin’s Law (also argumentum ad Nazium, reductio ad Hitlerum,^[2] or a Hitler Card) was formulated by the attorney Mike Godwin (former general counsel for the Wikimedia Foundation) in the 1990s and states:

“”As an online discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches 1.

Godwin's Law

At the risk of breaking Godwin's law, I would like to talk about this election because it is not totally unprecedented in this world; it is in America, but if one studies history, one can clearly see where these two ideological concepts have confronted one another before and yes I am speaking indirectly about Trump vs Clinton.    It was in the 40's of the last century that we last saw this fight and we now can see that we all lost regardless of who won.   And yes, I am talking about Hitler vs Stalin.   Today, we have this exact same dynamic fighting for control of the world, defined by Left vs Right as if that has any meaning.

America today sees a Nationalistic bigoted hate-filled demagogue seeking power using the demonetization of a Semitic people and immigrants on the right fighting with a fan of the cold war, a fan of centralized power, a fan of unquestioning loyalty, a fan of revenge, and a fan of endless conflict in the name of showing strength and is clearly willing to inflict endless casualties in the name of attaining their goals.   It truly is Hitler vs Stalin and we can't win.   And, to make matters worse, each side is so terrified of the other that they are willing to overlook and excuse their own devil in the name of stopping the other.   They will win the fight and we will lose the war.   Add in another cliche because things work better in three's.

The best line of the Star Wars saga comes from the worst movie, but it is still a great line and applies directly to this year's election:

  
It is not too late for the only real hope America has.  Don't let America fall to Stalin or Hitler.   Our ancestors fought too hard and died too horribly to allow that to happen here.

Session Three

So I am confused right now which the counselor says is normal.  In our search for my peace of mind, it is apparently normal for one to begin with one goal and to have that goal called into question and to find you are actually seeking a different goal.   My goal was to find a way to overcome my nihilism, but it seems my true goal is to find peace in my conflicting points of view.    I am also apparently under self-imposed artificial time constraints.    Didn't see that one until I spoke it aloud today.

I was asked what was my goal in life prior to cancer.   My honest answer was I was still feeling immortal and felt I would discover my purpose given enough time.   I focused on people who "made it" late in life as inspiration that my window had not yet closed, but cancer closed that window.   Cancer started a clock in my mind and where I once seemed to have an infinite amount of time suddenly was  limited.     The list of things I hadn't yet done was longer than the list of things I had and the time to do them was running out.  I kept returning to the same word to describe my life: failure.   Another example of self-imposed time constraints: forty-five; never married, childless, career-less, etc were all I saw.  I was comparing myself to others who, to be honest, were living different lives than I was and there was no reason to expect my life to follow their path, but there you are.  Pressures of life and questionings of oneself brought me to this point.

I am currently in a state of confusion as to what I want, who I am, and what I hope to achieve.  I am goalless outside of the goal of finding a goal.  I have to spend the next two weeks debating with myself and thinking hard on how to stop being who I think I am and work on being who I want to be, as I discussed last week.   I think I need to spend less time reading on the nature of reality and perception and start actually working on it.    I am an encyclopedia of conflicting world-views and cancer has released the floodgates on them all.  I need to , for the next two weeks, work less on trying to swim and more on trying to dog-paddle.  Baby-steps as the movie "What About Bob" said to embrace.   To use another cliche'- I need to learn to crawl before engaging in a marathon.

One must get deeper down before they can start working on getting up.  Tearing down the old is a crucial part of building the new and it is a process I am engaged in.   I will survive.   I will become a better version of myself in the end and I believe that the secret to it is finding the balance between nihilism and hope.

Cheap Shot Mr Drudge. Real cheap shot.

I am far from a Clinton supporter, but I am no Trump-et either.   This is just a cheap shot and it is far from subtle.   It is quite clear the impression you are going for, Mr Drudge, and it is disgusting.

Ronnie and Neil

Binary Choices Binary Loyalties

I'm a comic nerd.  I'm a political junkie.  I am a soda addict.  What do these three things have in common?  Binary loyalties.  Marvel or DC; Democrat or Republican; Coke or Pepsi.  Each side claims ideological purity while convinced the other side is pure evil at worst, or just plain wrong at best.   It helps ensure product loyalty and is a model we have seen these group further refine and limit.

We now see Republicans eat their own and Democrats eat their own; we see Captain America vs Ironman and Superman vs Batman.   It is only a matter of time before Coke and Diet Coke heads find themselves at full scale war as well I bet.

What of Dark Horse Comics?  What of Royal Crown Cola?  What of the Independent parties?  Non-factors the lot of them.  Each is simply something people who obviously don't care indulge in; or are fringe-sitters trying to show they are free thinkers; or maybe are just anarchists mocking us all,right?
 
Coke would dominate if it weren't for RC Cola diminishing their market control.   Marvel, with the backing of Disney, should just crush DC already, so why does DC keep ruining the market?   It is the Republican's fault we don't like the Democrat candidate, right?    It is surprising how easy it is to overlook one's own shortcomings when they can focus their hate and blame on something else.

People don't realize the popularity of things like Trump, Sanders, Deadpool, etc are that they are not par for the course...a course we are all sick of playing.   These are fresh options: not remakes, reboots, or prequels.   They are, for better or worse, evolution of old concepts..even cliches of them in many ways really.    Sanders is a return to the old FDR Democratic values for better or worse.   Trump is a return to the Know-Nothing Isolationist America First crowd.  Both were responses to a dissatisfaction with the status quo and each transformed politics.

I'm a Marvel guy, but I dig DC.  Joker is my  favorite comic character and he isn't a Marvel character.   I am a Left leaner, but am not a Democrat and have voted Republican in the past.   I love Diet Coke only and that the flaw in my point, but the rest of it all stands: we need to look outside the box because the box was created by those eager to keep us limited in our choices.

If you limit your choices to only "left" or "right," you will miss moving forward.

Session Two

The following was dictated into my phone on my way home from my second one-on-one session at the Cancer Support Group.   Raw and unedited.  Enjoy.

So I'm walking out of session number two with a better understanding of what I am going to call "The Trinity of Self-Identity."   There is an old expression that every story has three side: you side, my side, and what really happened.  Same too of our self-identity.   There is the self we think we are; the self we want to be; and the self we actually are.   We have an idea of the first one, a hope for the second one, but it is impossible for us to ever know the third one.   We can lie, fool, or trick ourselves into believing we know that third self, but we never can just like you can't truly know a pattern when you are in the middle of it.  You can't know the end of a story before you start it.   We won't even have the option of knowing who we were until we are dead and even then we can't know: we are dead.   And who we were to them will change based on who remembers us, so even then there is no uniform sense of our self available.  GAR!  My Grandfather said Heaven and Hell is based on who remembers you and we all end up in both.   Didn't grasp that when he said it.

I am beginning to recognize that life is more of a hurdle race than a marathon.  It is just a series of obstacles in our way that must be overcome, but each one leads to another.  No single obstacle is greater than any obstacle that preceded it, but we are just a little more fatigued from previous hurdles that we just overcame that when we reach the next one, it seems bigger.   If you beat one, you can beat them all so long as you are rested between them and life rarely gives you the option of resting.  As Richard Bach wrote in Illusions:  "Here is a test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't.   I have both found meaning in this and lost it.   It is the road I am trying to navigate right now.

I am starting to wonder if I am more sane than I thought I was and it is this sanity that is driving me insane.   Getting back to the "Trinity of Self-Identity:" I think I am a slightly over-intelligent asshole with a  lack of empathy for other people; I want to be Winnie the Pooh out of the Tao of Pooh, and what I am is unknown to me, but is probably a combination of the two.  I am more asshole to some and more Taoist to others depending upon my mood.     I think I am closer to that Taoist Master version of me than I have ever been and I am wondering if that knowledge is giving me confidence which is translating to arrogance.  It happened before.  I seem to recall that back in the early 90's when I first started anti-depressants that I was an asshole too.

After a lifetime of self-doubt and crippling insecurity, I was suddenly without it and I didn't know how to properly deal with these new feelings.   As a result, I overcompensated and, for about two months, I was the worst possible version of myself: a cocky arrogant piece of intolerant shit whose insecurities were the only things keeping him in check.  I had to slowly learn how to process these new feelings and learn how to be a more centered an better version of myself.  It took time, but I did it.  I think I might be there again.  I think coming through the other side of what I have gone through maybe has given me a new form of arrogant cockiness.

Maybe it is not that I'm afraid to be around people so much as I don't think I need them anymore.   Maybe my nihilism has taken a form of superiority where I look at people who I see as mired down with inconsequential aspects of their lives and think I'm somehow above them.   I am thinking I need to just find balance and that no aspect of what I;m feeling right now is wrong or needs to be changed so much as suimpl placed under control.   I am feeling confident I will be better in no time.

TV Writers SUCK!

I have a love-hate relationship with some TV shows, like most people.   I seem to lean towards the "loving to hate" crowd, but I still have affection for those shows I quit watching in disgust.   I think shows just go on too long today.   I am thinking about this today because I read about how Castle ended its eight year run and it pretty much sums up much of my problems.

Now I am not a Castle fan although I did watch the show from time to time.   As a fan of Firefly, I wanted to support Nathan "Capt Mal"  Fillion on his new show, but I am not a fan of police shows, so it didn't keep my focus; I still followed spoilers and reviews.     When I heard it was ending its run, I was curious to find out how they would end the show and, upon finding out, I am glad I didn't invest in the show.  WTF kind of ending is that?   I'm not spoiling Castle for you, but I am going to have to spoil others show in this rant.  Be warned.

Television writers suck!   There, I said it.   They think of themselves as master story tellers who are able to spin multi-year long story arcs, but they are just television writers.  They deal with episodes, not long arcs.  If they could deal with long arcs, they would be movie writers.

Upon reflection on that paragraph, I can't fully blame the writers as the medium is not conducive to long story lines really.  Yes, Netflix, Hulu, Amazon, and the concept of binge watching has made it easier for TV to tell long stories, but the nature of the format really doesn't allow that kind of commitment.  A show could be canceled at any moment, like with Castle, and then the writers lose their ability to finish a story they started.   It gets shortened, altered, and made to fit to an already established narrative and comes across almost 100% of the time as a band-aid tacked on ended.   It is rare for a show like Babylon Five or Lost to get promised seasons to finish their tales, but still- the writers suck!  See Lost for an example of still screwing it all up.

What Castle has done is made me reflect on Walking Dead and how pissed I am at those writers.   If Walking Dead does what Castle just did, I see full scale riots in the Atlanta streets.  Imagine the last Walking Dead episode showing Rick waking up from his first episode coma and the entire series was just a coma-dream.    Only Bob Newhart can get away with an ending like that, but based on how these writers treat their show, I can not rule out such an ending.

I think the writers don't keep good notes on what they have done with their characters so far.   Maybe the sheer fact that these show go on and on and on make those notes almost impossible to keep track of.   How many plot points do you notice being left hanging like a chad in Florida?

 I can't be the only one who has noticed Simpsons now flashback to the 90's, a period when the show was already on and episodes from then counter story plots from today.   I can't be the only one who notices the Walking Dead writers clearly have no clue what they are doing and are using fan forums to plot the show.   I can't be the only one who notices that Castle clearly was setting up a season ending cliffhanger and, upon being canceled, was too lazy and had too little respect for the fans to bother altering their intended ending and, instead tacked on a lazy happy ending.

We need to stop giving our love to these shows until they start giving us love.   We are why they are on.  We are why they do what they do.   We need to stop being taken for granted by lazy hacks who are just winging it.   These characters, more than movie characters, become part of our shared pop cultural history and we owe it to future generations to make sure they have quality American mythology and folklore.

Far Too Serious

Today is all about perverting and destroying.  I am tired of seeing this snow white back drop and feel a need to desecrate it with lots of black shapes that, in theory, combine for form letters that, in theory, combine to form words which, in theory, combine to  form sentences which, in theory, will convey thought.   I say "in theory" because I have nothing to say and couldn't spell it if I could.  My spell-check has gone on strike due to overuse.  It demands a vacation.  I thought that when I retired from that political war zone that it would get its vacation, but it seems I am just writing more on Facebook and here, so no vacation was forthcoming.  

Here is my dilemma- I have opinions on this current Presidential race, but am unmotivated to share them for some odd reason.   Usually I am quite eager to spread the gospel as I see it, but this election has made me feel it would be moot.   Fear is the driving force this election cycle and fear has a Teflon covering when it comes to reality.   Nobody actually likes whom they plan to vote for, but are just more scared of the other side to bother actually finding someone they like.     It is as if they don't realize voting for the lesser evil is still voting for evil and, as this is primary season, there was no rational reason to support evil in the name of fighting your greatest fear.    And now we realize MY greatest fear: either Trump or Clinton is going to win.    Thanks America.

I miss the days of Britney Spears shaving her head, of American Idol promoting horrible singers, of Paris Hilton doing stupid things and Jessica Simpson saying them.   I miss Justin Bieber driving badly and I really miss Dan Qualye.    I miss when life provided comedy.   I miss when life was silly and we were actually consumed with complaining about it.    I miss when our greatest gripe was that the iPhone was coming out in a new color and we already bought the black one.

It is weird, as I never thought the 80's, the 90's, or even the 00's would be looked back on fondly.   Man I am sick of how serious the world is today.

Session One

First one on one session today and wow!  Today I learned something that changed quite a lot: I learned the influence of the movie Roxanne and, by extension, Cyrano De Bergerac has had on my outlook on life.  And this was just one session....I should tell you the story now too and, by extension, tell future self.   And yes, I am digging "by extension" today so there!  =P

I am not going to recap the story of either Roxanne or Cyrano De Bergerac, so if you don't know them I guess  you have homework to do.   I will recap one scene that had an impact on me however- the bar scene from Roxanne.   This is from memory, so it may be wrong to the actual movie, but since it is memory, it is what has influenced me since.   I mean none of us are influenced by events, but rather how we remember them.

So there is a scene where CD (Steve Martin's character- get it?  CD= Cyrano De Bergerac) is in a bar and he overhears someone mocking his nose.  Annoyed by it, but eager to impress a girl he is attracted to, he engaged with the mocker intellectually rather than physically.  He berates the man for such a weak pun in the face of such an amazing target and bets he can do better.   He then proceeds to unleash a barrage of insults at himself thus removing all the power of the bully while, at the same time, humiliating him.    I had a big nose.   I was bullied and made fun of.  I couldn't fight for crap.  This scene was illuminating and inspiring: both for the better and for the worse.

For the better, I developed a quick wit and sense of humor.   I became confident in something and actually developed the ego that evolved into "Kanrei."  My humor made me friends and I was "that guy"for a while: the guy who said what you were thinking and didn't seem to fear saying it.  But myself was still my favorite target.  My humor was biting and sarcastic and I could feel my ego growing which is something I never had, so self depreciation was used to both keep myself in check and to I suppose make any other targets of my humor alright since I used myself most.    This worked out great and it is how, as I said, I developed my written voice known as "Kanrei," but I was developing bad habits that went unrealized until today's first session.

The funny thing is, I so over-analyze absolutely ever single aspect of my life that it amazes me I never put this together, but it seems 30 plus years of using oneself as a target for humor can alter how you see yourself.  When you look in the mirror, you stop seeing a person and start seeing a punchline.  You become your own bully and one you can't escape from.  

Now, before cancer, I could fight off this bully.  I had confidence and still had that youthful sense of immortality that gave me all the time in the world to overcome any insecurities I might still have, but cancer changed all that.  I was suddenly not only mortal, but in my last act and my insecurities were still growing daily and my humor fed them.   They grew strong as I grew weak and, as cancer stripped everything from me, those insecurities remained and took up the newly empty spaces.   Then came the bag...

I joked before I started down the "treatment road" that I could handle anything, but a colostomy bag.  It was fear number one.  I even feared having the bag more than dying from cancer.   Hell, I might have chosen death over the bag if I were alone in the world, but I had family and friends, so it was not a choice at all.

I remembered something my Rabbi said when I went to an Orthodox school in sixth grade.  He was teaching us about the Inquisition and asked us "who were more faithful: the Jews who converted to spare their lives or those who died rather than convert?"   Confidently, we all said those who died rather than convert because they stood true to their beliefs.  

"But they are dead," the Rabbi countered.   "G-d gave them a gift with life.  Life is filled with obstacles both great and small; and each is something you must find a way to stay true to yourself and overcome to preserve G-d's greatest gift.   It is not supposed to be easy."

He continued: "I believe" (He always started with that which is a habit I have to this day), "I believe the more faithful were those who said what was wanted to be heard and prayed as they always did in their minds.  G-d cares not what you call Him, but cares that you call Him.  If there is a gun to your head and it is 'pray to my god or die,' you pray to their god and worship your's. You then try to teach them your faith using their texts.   You teach, you inspire, and you live."

All of that is paraphrased from memory and probably nowhere near close to what he actually said, but it is what I got from it and it ties back to the bag: I had no choice but to get it.  This was my latest obstacle for me to overcome in my quest to honor G-d by preserving life.   This mental baggage is the newest obstacle, but not the last one and I will overcome this one  too.

It is obvious based on this plethora of verbiage that these one on one sessions are going to help a lot.  She listens and asked the right questions.  She stumped me more than once about how I feel about things and the fact I had no answer was quite informative.  

I think I am just tired of writing  right now.  CURSE YOU ADHD!

Time to Post Something...Anything

The deal is I have something or some things on my mind that are yearning to be released, but they also refuse to allow me to know what they are before being released.   Given they intend to use my name to gain access to the world, I feel it is acceptable for me to insist upon knowing what they are before being released.   What if they mourn Cruz's  departure or starts talking up Clinton?   What if they justify a vote for Trump?   I can't have my name attached to such things in today's world; not if I intend to put it online which I do for some unknown reason.

No really: why am I posting this crap?   Can it help me?  No.  Can it hurt me?  Most certainly.  You never know what position you take today that will become the liability of tomorrow.   Early Communists didn't know what Lenin or Stalin had planned and Germany didn't know Hitler's intent.  Nothing I say is that radical, but who know how the winds of acceptable uses of free speech will blow tomorrow?

I have become obsessed with this fluid nature of reality and have dedicated far too much time breaking it down and looking at it from all angles, but there is a major flaw in all of it I can't accept and that is the fluid nature of reality.   See, I must use my mind to process what I see, hear, feel, and think and if my mind is damaged, then my outcomes will be flawed.  And the one thing I depend on to tell if I am sane is the very thing I am forced to diagnose to determine my sanity.  I could ask another person, but how do I know they are all there?

I have noticed reality is not uniform and is not shared and recently figured out it also does not remain constant for any period of time.   In fact, even the time we use to measure reality are illusions.   They are attempts by man to control what is beyond their control.   We can't stop time.  We can't move through it faster or slower than it moves.   We try to contain it in months, days, weeks, minutes, hours, seconds...but these are flawed as leap years and time adjustments prove.   No two people can see the same thing because no two people can occupy the same spot, so even adjacent perspectives are not identical.  Men see less color than women do.   Men judge distance better than women can.  These are scientific realities.   These principles also prove that no two people see the same thing.   One of our five senses is unreliable.  Lucky we have others, right?  Wrong.

Every sense, the five "separate" senses are all tied to and processed by the same central location: the brain.  I know some scientific inclined readers (if I have any) are saying to themselves this is rather simplistic and wrong, but I am going for simplistic and I learn from being wrong, so please correct me.   Back to it...

Every sense, the five "separate" senses are all tied to and processed by the same central location: the brain.    If that central processor is not working right, as I said above, then what it produces can't be right either and we have no way of knowing.    I don't believe people know they are insane, but rather are the ones going around saying everyone else is crazy.   They see a society that doesn't work as they believe it should and say to themselves "the one eyed man is king in the world of the blind"...or maybe it is just me.

See how easy it is for reality to be called into question?  Some of you (again, assuming there is more than one reader) agreed with what I said above and others of you think I am nuts.  A few want to know more and most wonder why even bothered posting this or spending the time writing it.   Who's right?   I know: you are, but seriously- which is the reality answer?   Am I babbling?   Am I speaking truths?  Am I spitting out philosophy 101 nonsense or approaching some truth?

Who the fuck knows and who the fuck really cares?   Odds are, in this reality not a single person sees this.