"It is better to be Socrates dissatisfied..."

                          awoke to find slipper missing-suspect caught on camera sticking out tongue

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Horace Hogwash demands end to systemic bias against hogs

in recent news release it was announced that a pig kidney has kept a human alive for 32 hours                   the human was already "brain dead" according to the report                                                                     the pig was probably cooked and eaten                                                                                                        Horace hog has been subjected to unspeakable prejudice due to the systemic and historic                           hog hatred which has been promoted by two major religions...the patron saint of hogs                               Saint Anthony (Bourdain) has always spoken well of all things pig...cooked pig mostly                     and the historical importance of pigs cannot be understated...many cultures respect and even                    worship pigs...cooked mostly....however there are some very serious problems with feral pigs                  around the world as they are rooting up the ground and releasing much carbon into the air                        like maybe as much as many million automobiles...so if more people worshiped pigs...cooked               is of course the best form of pig worship... there would be more chance of pigs becoming less                    abundant in the wild...and that would be a good thing....

"It is better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a pig satisfied."  John Stuart Mills (how would he know!)
 

'The joint is jumping all around me and my mood is really not in style,,,'

                                the garbage that goes with purchasing weed...not acceptable

after 52 days of cannabis consumption on a daily basis it was only after I had                                            quit for 21 days that I had my first dream...and it was pretty tiny...after 4 weeks                                         much of my cognitive ability had returned...but not all...perhaps the speech and                                        memory faculties have been permanently damage...fatigue amplifies the problems                                    having read  a lot about "neural plasticity" I knew that the reading and guitar was                                     helping to realign my cognition...perhaps my senescence has been accelerated by                                      the consumption of weed...but 9 grams in 52 days hardly seems excessive....Snoop                                 and Willy don't act like retards... one of the things that...where was I?...oh yeah...back                             in the 70"s I was a pothead...now I have "cannabis use disorder"...disorder being the                                operative word here....also I remembered also that once you have a habit of taking                                    something into your system you are very at risk for being poisoned by your enemies                                anyhow I somewhat cured me as the pain was far worse than the pleasure....

found a DVD in the junk store of Rory Gallagher at Montreaux  from 1974 to 1995                                    this has has to be one of the best guitar players in the business...he died from complications                       of a liver transplant....too damned bad!  one of my favorite songs is one he wrote called 

"A MILLION MILES AWAY"                        

 The joint is jumping all around me and my mood is really not in style

Right now the blues want to surround me but I'll break out after a while

Well, I'm a million miles away, I'm a million miles away
I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay

Why ask how I feel, well, how does it look to you?
I feel hook line and sinker, I lost my captain and my crew
I'm standing on the landing and there's no one there but me
That's where you'll find me, looking out on the deep blue see

There's a song on the lips of everybody, there's a smile all around the room
There's conversation overflowing, so why must I sit here in the gloom?

This hotel bar lost all it's people, the piano man has caught the last bus home
The old bartender is asleep in the corner, so why must I still be here, I don't know

Well, I'm a million miles away, I'm a million miles away
I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay  

"Good!..."

                                                               water is not a luxury...

picked up a copy of J.J. Rousseau's "Confessions" at the library book store...thought                                        I had read it but don't remember much of it...a good read and bold look at a mans                                         life and times...maybe too bold...J.J. was not held in high regard by some of his fellow                                citizens and had to move to avoid harassment...I know the feeling!                                                              when he was 16 years old he went to work for a woman who was dying and he was in the room                          when she died...her last words according to him were.... after a big poot...                                                           "Good! a woman who can fart is not dead!"   then she died 

"The narrowness of a generation..."

 Just thought I would show the names of those men who died                                                                      on the SEACOR Power when it capsized in the Gulf of Mexico                                                                  I spent a year with SEACOR on the San Jose an oil supply boat                                                                  and know the dangers associated with being in that line of work.                                                                Most people dont think much about what it takes to put gasoline                                                                 into their gas tanks...                          

• Dylan Daspit, 30, of Breaux Bridge
• Jay Guevara, of Lafayette
• Quinon Pitre, 31, of the Lawtell area
• Chaz Morales, 37, of Slidell
• Gregory Walcott, 62, of Abbeville
• Jason Krell, of Texas
• Darren Encalade, of Belle Chasse
• Cooper Rozands, of Houma
• Capt. David Ledet
• Ernest Williams
• Anthony Hartford
• Tracy Wallingford
• Lawrence Warrens

"The narrowness of a generation writes not with a pen,                                  but with an erasure."

"No pleasures free from pain..."

                                                     big bobcat looking for a dinner guest

well the death of tom t hall signs off one of the best song writers in the business...below is one                 my favorite songs of his...not exactly politically correct...which is what I like about it...

He was an old-time cowboy, don't you understand His eyes were sharp as razor blades his face was leather tan His toes were pointed inward from a-hangin' on a horse He was an old philosopher, of course
He was so thin I swear you could have used him for a whip He had to drink a beer to keep his britches on his hips I knew I had to ask him about the mysteries of life He spit between his boots and he replied
"It's faster horses, younger women, Older whiskey, and more money"
He smiled and all his teeth were covered with tobacco stains He said, "It don't do men no good to pray for peace and rain. Peace and rain is just a way to say prosperity, And buffalo chips is all it means to me."
I told him I was a poet, I was lookin' for the truth I do not care for horses, whiskey, women or the loot I said I was a writer, my soul was all on fire He looked at me an' he said, "You are a liar."
"It's faster horses, younger women, Older whiskey, and more money"
Well, I was disillusioned, if I say the least I grabbed him by the collar and I jerked him to his feet There was something cold and shiny layin' by my head So I started to believe the things he said
Well, my poet days are over and I'm back to being me As I enjoy the peace and comfort of reality If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learned I think that I will readily affirm
"It's faster horses, younger women, Older whiskey, and more money" 

now for some critical thinking...which must be attended to with some education...which is why                   I highly recommend some DVD's by Professor Patrick Grim entitled "Questions of Values"                          I came across a DVD with 2 movies by director Michael Powell one of these is "Age of Consent"                  with James Mason (of "Lolita" fame) and Ms. Helen Mirren (famous in her own right)...the story is               is about an artist who is looking for inspiration and visits Australia and meet a girl/woman who                  inspires his artist desires...she spends a lot of time revealing a lot of flesh...very inspiring! in a very             natural way...                        The question that interests me is whether this lass is "available"...

"No pleasure free from pain; in all our joys                                                                                              Something of trouble ever comes between." Ovid

"It is better of Cicero..."

All Afghanistan all the time! never been there...always want to see it...not now! after 52 days of cannabis therapy(almost deadly..but I survived) it occured to me that war and the expenditures humans have utilized to engage in war...will(has...destroyed the viability of the planets life support for humans and much wildlife...some smaller more resilient organisms will survive...extremo-philes...not encouraging I know...but reality sometimes sucks. for the here and now...enjoy what remains... and if it matters the spirit of freedom has been implanted in the Afghani people and they must fight.

"It is better of Cicero to have extended the boundaries .of the Roman spirit than the Roman Empire." Julius Caesar (according to Pliny the Elder)

"In 6,734 criminal suspect line-ups..."

                                                  the necessities of life are becoming scarcer                                                    

 I have been thinking a lot about crime lately. Seems to be a lot of it. I read this article                              which was a real eye-opener. It seems that there are a lot of mistakes made by law enforcement               when it comes to obtaining eye-witness testimony. They tend to coach the witness and sometimes          they are not aware of the impact of their statements on the fairness of the trial of a suspect. I think           some cops just get tired of not getting a conviction and they screw over the suspect...and some of them   spend many years in prison but were not guilty of the crime...just a bad legal system.                               Below is an article worth reading.

 "Psychological Science and Eyewitness Identification and its Impact on Police Practices and Policies"        American Psychological Association 2020 vol. 75 number 9         Gary L. Wells author 

"In 6734 criminal suspect line-ups witnesses identified the wrong person as guilty 23.7% of the time."