lostnfound
lostnfound's JournalA fourteen minute video to breathlessly explain what? I am not enthused
I apologize in advance for being negative… this is just how I see it. Because I’m Old As Dirt.
Guy riding in on a white horse is going to save the American Justice system after it inexplicably has allowed a fakester, fraud, con-man who has lived his entire life criming and defrauding and molesting …
And now we are supposed to be excited that some “kind” of Justice might prevail after he has been allowed to hold top secret classified documents at his sleazy hotel property frequented by Russian mob and Chinese spies for 18 months…?
Even if this 76 year old man were to go to jail — which is NEVER going to be allowed to happen — it is NOT Justice because he has already SPENT his lifetime doing whatever the F**K he wanted to do, at the expense and pain of many more innocent and less sociopathic people, for decade after decade after decade after decade after decade.
Jack Smith may be a competent and upright part of an immune system used by Old Money or by US power geniuses to be a surgical cleanup expert. Contain the damage, excise what will be sacrificed, create the appearance of restoring order to the worst of a grotesque festering wound, stitch it up and close it out. He may be a pressure relief valve that ensures the whole damn pressure cooker of US polity doesn’t blow apart. Well good, at least we may get some minor correction, some change of conditions. A breath —one, just one — of fresh air.
But the underlying illness will not be disrupted, many important people who facilitated trumps crimes and traitorous actions will NOT be prosecuted, not because there isn’t evidence but because Jack’s purpose is probably surgical, a contained cleanup, that doesn’t upset the apple cart.
Perhaps there are some powerful thinkers who prefer the illusion of Justice, the way that Noam Chomsky described the maintenance of the illusion of democracy.
I’ll celebrate the restoration of the illusion of Justice as much as I’m willing to celebrate the illusion of democracy, because it’s much nicer not to be so weighed down by the nightmare seriousness of the threat to normalcy… but none of us are pulling the strings. Justice would be an expanded Supreme Court, or impeachment of Clarence Thomas and Kavanaugh etc., to start to restore the balance of power that we were cheated out of. What they are going to give us is a bandaid and a pat on the head. They’ll say “Run along now kids.” The top tier has already got most of the presents under the Christmas tree that they wanted. Their minions and accomplices have gotten their share. Jared is richer. The Saudis probably have some of our secrets. None of that will be undone, and a whole lot of truth will never be told to the American people.
Thank you
My life has lost
An 86 year old treasure
Who had little use for flowers
But who loved fruit
In his hungry life
Now I shall hope
He may spend some days being
A gnarled old plum tree
Able to produce both countless blossoms
And abundant sweet plums
As easily as standing
Under blue skies
In a green field
In heavens breeze.
My sweet friend and love
I pray you have joy now
And not only peace.
Dear people over 80...
Your life is precious. Every day that you remain with us, we are grateful.
I am lucky to have someone in my life who is 85. He has always tended toward a dark humor, and morbid talk from time to time. I used to brush it off, tell him not to talk that way, especially around the young.
Now I bluntly tell him, “you are CHERISHED.” There is nothing wrong with his hearing, but I speak up a little, to make sure he hears it. “You must stay with us. Please don’t abandon us in the middle of this journey.”
The life he has lived is so unique. The stories he can tell, and the wisdom contained in them, are a valuable source of experiences and insight. “Tell me more.” “Tell me again.”
I want him to live to be 99. Medical issues come and go. When he recovers from one, from near misses and health scares, it is such a happy feeling. “Ten more years,” I give silent prayers to the Great Being, to the Big Heart. Please give us ten more healthy years. Do not abandon us. Stay.
The bookends of life: precious little babies with their blank books of life and a soul’s pen in hand; and the old ones, with their books nearly complete, but full of precious stories, their life’s work.
Dear 80-somethings and 90-somethings, honor all the days of your life, all the way.. The singer sings it softly, “I’m 99 for a moment.” When you can sing those words in your heart, you’ll still be 15, 22, 33, 45, and 67…already possessing the lived life in your written book, a book not quite complete. Use those days to write the finishing touches — decide on the ending, write the acknowledgments, the dedication, the afterword; add details to an illustration, find the right shelf in the library, or give a copy to everyone in your life, before it is over.
This song “100 years” by Five for Fighting always fills my heart so much that tears coming pouring out. Lyrics by John Ondrasik, some of the most profound and poignant words ever sung.
by Five for Fighting
I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between ten and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
And she feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15, there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15
There's never a wish better than this
When you've only got a hundred years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
I'm still the man, but you see I'm a "they"
A kid on the way, babe
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15, there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose yourself within a morning star
15, I'm alright with you
15
There's never a wish better than this
When you've only got a hundred years to live
Half time goes by, suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye, 67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on
I'm 99 for a moment
And dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15, there's still time for you
22, I feel her too
33, you're on your way
Every day's a new day
Ooh-ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo
Ooh-ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo
Ooh-ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
15, there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose, hey, 15
There's never a wish better than this
When you've only got a hundred years to live
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