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I never thought about what it means to have a butler, or why the man who has that job was called such a name.  Word!

Servant?  My ass!!!  BUTT wiper is what he is.  The English have such a way with words, Mr. Shakespeare.  BUTTLER, is just so euphonious.  Shit!  Better check the spelling on that just to eliminate doubt: “butler”.

And, so it occurred a particularly peculiar thought came to mind, and it came at such a time as I realized rich men don’t wipe their own asses. Nor do they clean up their own messes. As long as you’ve got someone to clean up after you, it’ll look neat and tidy.  Well, not exactly.

Some of us have learned that we must wipe our own asses.  Thus, no need for anyone to be around to tidy things up.  That’s not to say we don’t need a helping hand, or that we’re perfect in any sense of the word.  It does mean that anyone coming into the little space that is granted each individual on this planet should be prepared to not leave any mess for anyone else to clean up. Thus, live not needing a butler, nor desiring one.


Day One Donald

Today is the day Donald Trump sits side-saddle with POTUS.  No doubt the reality of his ignorance will be illuminated. The things he knows better than anyone else will be the drained swamp of his illusions, exposing the ruggedly rigged rocks (jury rigged, for sure, just to keep the God-damned machine from blowing apart), the venomous vipers and dangerous delusion that the most powerful human being on the face of the earth must manage.

By the end of the day, he’ll understand how good a poker player Mr. Obama was in keeping the damned ship of state afloat. He will also begin to perceive that all that glitters is not gold, that he’s put himself on a path that has no end, no sign posts and nobody to blame. The fuckin’ Buck has stopped. Castles made of sand fall in the sea … eventually.


Looks like the Soviets are at it, as usual.  I just got a note that intrusion was attempted on my closet server.  Digressing, my note to them:  I know their history of treating human beings as less than beasts of burdens.  That, in their culture is the echos of the culprit.

I hope they love their children, too. I doubt it. And, I know they, like the so-called United Kingdom is a derivative of a kingdom of inhumanity.  Like the Assyrians, I know what to expect from their ilk and offspring.  Beware:  “Pop goes the weasel. ”

So, as you masters of war continue to hone your craft, know that in my hopelessness and isolation and frustration, their is something called enlightenment that has caused humanity to progress beyond anything and everything you may do, ye agents of the Dark Side.

As for Donald, welcome to the Mad House.  Just like I told George W. Bush (and his political lackeys):  

“Looks like you got shit on your hands, son.  Don’t expect me to tell you or help you get it, and the stank, off.”

Reason:  I told you not to touch it the first time!




If you have made it this far, you already know that a launch took place a few years ago. We are all here, now.  So, let’s have some fun.

Today I had the honor of experiencing the blend of peace and truth.  Check out 

Reality is that somewhere along the way, people (some people) learned to live in peace without shedding another’s blood.  Thus, religion was born on a higher plane of truth and awareness.  And, the tracks are found in the music that’s made.

More than before (if for no reason other than we’re here now), there is an urgent needs and cry for mercy from ignorance, stupidity and violence.  The tools themselves have limited usefulness and effectiveness.

The vibes are good.



Evolution 101

Evolution 101

Everything must change.  In 1982, I was employed at Stanford and was honored and privileged to be an early adopter of Internet technology, including the WWW. Time has changed everything. I began as a developer, not to develop but to produce.  And, the only way to produce utilizing information technology was to be a part of its development.

Recently, I spent an unconscionable amount of time attempting to do what was simple many years ago. It was only a few hours ago that I realized that I am no longer a part of the development, but more the producer.  Therefore, I’ve surrendered the tasks of hardware and application software production to the “real” experts.  Happily, I understand their lingo and needs.

Fortunately, my WWW service provider was already in place for a couple of my other exploits.  Thus, my closet server is my development machine, while what you’re experiencing now is from the service provider (their hardware and application software).  So be it.

Happily, the more things change, the more they remain the same. You’ll probably not notice the difference, as the transition has been seamless.  Enjoy the ride.  Enjoy the vibes.