I have not been able to blog normally today. Black Thursday - a day of mourning. One begins to wonder how black can black become and how low can one go and how painful can be each blow. For the first time in my life, I cried not from sadness but from anger. I never knew that anger can trigger tears until today.
I never knew that fiends without brains can continue to prove that they lack that which they think they have and blindly go on a rampage to prove just that. Without exaggeration, I wonder if real demons flee when they see these malevolent fiends with diabolical schemes.
A new dawn turned into a blooming nightmare and all you have to do is to visit the various websites in my country and you can begin to understand the muted anger and subtlety of this message.
It is easy to be downcast when tough times hit us, when all that many worked for fizzled out because of deceit, selfishness, moral deprivation, greed and conniving devils in the flesh. Tragically, many labored, campaigned and saw their dreams go up in smoke.
Are the vicious, vile, heinous fiends gloating? You bet. Feasting too, probably.
Do they have a soul? I wonder how well they will sleep knowing that they have outdone any production house from the West to the East, from the North to the South, even beyond the animal kingdom. Run out of ideas for the next blockbuster? Take a page from this book called "The Scandalous Spectacle of a Shredded Democracy". Guaranteed to sell, to knock you out, blow your brains out to smithereens because what you see is beyond imagination, beyond the celluloid world, ethereal, surreal or neanderthal?
Conscience? That word is not in their vocabulary.
Fame or notoriety? Justice or evil? Freedom or subjugation? Democracy or autocracy? Warriors for the right cause or renegades? Honor or disgrace?
For many, the choice is for the former but for the malevolent characters that stealthily strike leaving no stone unturned, the latter is the name of the game. Silver can become soot. Historical towns transformed into war zones where it is not even safe to eat in a restaurant any more.
*shudder*
Reminds me of a story from never-never land..
Once upon a time, there was a kindergarten with one class where the pupils disputed who should be the class monitor. No matter how loud the cries, the teacher watched with folded arms and allowed madness to rule. Two groups of students quarreled and shot paper bullets at each other. One group brazenly met with the assistant monitor and kicked out the rightful monitor. When other students protested, they were sent to the principal's office. Now, tell me. What did those kids learn from that institution? How and what do you think they will teach their children and grandchildren in years to come?
But we must not give up or be disheartened. Anger is also bad for the soul and body. What can we do?
Simple.
Consolidate. Reinforce. Strengthen from within.
To stoop to their level is anathema!
A wise and understanding heart does not repay a hurt with a hurt. In doing so, the heart is diminished. Fissures form. Love leaks out. Every pain given in return for one received, changes the contents of the heart. It is no longer defined by love, wisdom and understanding. It is redefined by the bearers of hurt and hate, pain and prejudice, meanness and madness, sorrow and sadness. You give away control of your very own heart. That must not happen.
The despair of being hurt is healed by overcoming it, not clinging to the hurt and inflicting more of it on the world. When darkness is added to darkness, no one can see, no one can love.
Everyone loses. But the one who upholds integrity and honor will make milestones in life while those who walk in the opposite direction will forever be embedded in the hall of disgrace. They are human but devoid of heart, soul, spirit and conscience.
The fight for just cause may not always be warm and fuzzy. Indeed, the road to justice is a long and winding one indeed.
It's integrity we hold on to when we're tempted to strike back.
It's honor that keeps us from exchanging the valuable contents of our heart for the harsh satisfaction of lashing back.
No, the way of truth is not always easy, but when night falls, dawn is assured.
The integrity and honor of a wise and understanding heart, rises with the sun of a new day.
And rise we must. Reflect...Consolidate...Reinforce and be ready the next time, ensuring that there are no loopholes, no complacency and no cause for complain or ground for the devils to attack.
A new day will come.....
Why We Live as Long as We Do...
On the first day God created the cow. God said, "You must go to the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer I will give you a life span of sixty years."
The cow said, "That's a kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. Let me have twenty years and I'll give back the other forty."
And God agreed.
On the second day, God created the dog. God said, "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. I will give you a life span of twenty years."
The dog said, "That's too long to be barking. Give me ten years and I'll give back the other ten."
So God agreed (sigh).
On the third day God created the monkey. God said, "Entertain people, do monkey tricks, make them laugh. I'll give you a twenty year life span."
The monkey said, "How boring, monkey tricks for twenty years? I don't think so. Dog gave you back ten, so that's what I'll do too, okay?"
And God agreed again.
On the fourth day God created man. God said, "Eat, sleep, play. Do nothing, just enjoy, enjoy. I'll give you twenty years."
Man said, "What? Only twenty years? No way! Tell you what, I'll take my twenty, and the forty cow gave back, and the ten dog gave back and the ten monkey gave back. That makes eighty, okay?"
"Okay," said God. "You've got a deal."
So this is why for the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play, enjoy, and do nothing;
for the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family;
for the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain our grandchildren;
and for the last ten years we sit in front of the house and bark at everybody.
-Author Unknown-
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Ad In The Paper
This is a very funny story about an old lady whose husband died and she want to put an ad in the paper about his funeral
The local newspaper funeral notice telephone operator received a phone call. A woman on the other end asked, "How much do funeral notices cost?"
"$5.00 per word, Ma'am," came the response.
"Good, do you have a paper and pencil handy?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"OK, write this: 'Fred dead.'"
"I'm sorry, Ma'am; I forgot to tell you there's a five-word minimum."
"Hmmph," came the reply, "You certainly did forget to tell me that." A moment of silence. "Got your pencil and paper?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"OK, print this: 'Fred dead, Cadillac for sale.' "
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BUS 54
A funny story about a blonde (My apologies to any blonde reading this...no insults intended...just for laughs)
A blonde was visiting Washington, DC for the first time. She wanted to see the Capitol building. Unfortunately, she couldn't find it, so she asked a police officer for directions.
"Excuse me, officer, how do I get to the Capitol building?"
The officer replied, "Wait here at this bus stop for the number 54 bus. It'll take you right there." She thanked the officer and he drives off.
Three hours later the police officer returned to the same area and, sure enough, the blonde is still waiting at the same bus stop. The officer got out of his car and said, "Excuse me, but to get to the Capitol building, I said to wait here for the number 54 bus. That was three hours ago. Why are you still waiting?"
The blonde replied, "Don't worry, officer, it won't be long now. The 45th bus just went by!"
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Salary Increase
One day an employee sends a letter to his boss to increase his salary!!!
Dear Bo$$
In thi$ life, we all need $ome thing mo$t de$perately. I think you $hould be under$tanding of the need$ of u$ worker$ who have given $o much $upport including $weat and $ervice to your company.
I am $ure you will gue$$ what I mean and re$pond $oon
Your$ $incerely,
Norman $oh
The next day, the employee received this letter of reply:
Dear NOrman,
I kNOw you have been working very hard. NOwadays, NOthing much has changed. You must have NOticed that our company is NOt doing NOticeably well as yet.
NOw the newspaper are saying the world`s leading ecoNOmists are NOt sure if the United States may go into aNOther recession. After the NOvember presidential elections things may turn bad.
I have NOthing more to add NOw. You kNOw what I mean.
Yours truly,
Manager
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The Poor Old Lady
A man worked in a post office. His job was to process all mail that had illegible addresses. One day a letter came to his desk, addressed in shaky handwriting to God. He thought, "I better open this one and see what it's all about." So he opened it and it read: "Dear God, I am a 83 year old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had a hundred dollars in it which was all the money I had until my next pension check."
"Next Sunday is Mother's Day, and I had invited my last two friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with." "I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?" The postal worker was touched, and went around showing the letter to all the others. Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected 96 dollars, which they put into an envelope and sent over to her.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had done. Mother's Day came and went, and a few days later came another letter from the old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read, "Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?" "Because of your generosity, I was able to fix a lovely dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day, and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. " "By the way, there was 4 dollars missing. It was no doubt those thieving bastards at the post office!!!!!!
