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blithering idiot

In part of this interview,

ignorant Sarah Palin said 

"It's sort of perplexing to me, because I'm a practical person and plainspoken also, but just cutting to the chase and calling things like I see them, just like most Americans.  But this has not left a bitter taste in my mouth, the bitter shots taken by the mainstream media and by some of the elitism there in Washington," Palin said.

The reason you feel that it's hostile elitism that's holding you back, is because you're a fucking moron who is unfit for the office you seek, or even currently hold.  Accept that fact that although every American has the opportunity to be something great, not everybody has what it takes.  Not everybody can be a winner, this isn't some self esteem boosting tee-ball bullshit.  This is living in a democracy, it can be hard work, it takes some intelligence, especially if you aspire to lead.  So, please, go back to your dime a dozen hockey mom, country hatin', Alaska redneck way of life.

That 'elitism' you complain about is because everybody but your fucking ignorant, intolerant, racist, worthless, uneducated base is sick and fucking tired of your shit.  Of McCain's shit, of Bush's total clusterfucking of this country.  Please, crawl back into that little fucking hole you came from and shut the fuck up.  

Real America?  Real America?  Fuck. You. I'm sick and fucking tired of having my patriotism, my rights, my freedoms attacked because you assholes can't have a conversation or support an argument on it's merits.  All you can do is attack the messager.  The apologies made for Murtha's comment about his home district/region, of northwestern PA, as being racsist......Well, no shit Sherlock.  Anybody that lives in good ol' Pennsyltucky can tell you that.  He called a spade a spade, deal with it.  The time for whitewashing this shit should be over.  The shit I hear from some of the rednecks at work, there's a generational entrenchment of those attitudes.  Fucking call 'em out on it, don't sugarcoat it.  Walked into a conversation the other day.....

"not..vote...no nigger..."  is what I 

heard as I walked thru the door.

whawhawhhuuuut?  "Well, you're just 

fucking ignorant.  If that's your sole 

reason, then you're just. plain. ignorant."

"Well, then I guess I am ignorant,

cuz ain't no way I'm votin' for no nigger."

"Then you're just fucking ignorant."  

and I went back to my office feeling kinda sad...

Not gonna change the way that asshole thinks.  

It's over, it's done, your way didn't work, now step aside for the grown ups, for real leaders to try to get things heading in a better direction.  Don't forget to vote.

hmmmmm.

on Facebook now....

lizard brain

had an interesting conversation the other eve.

delved into creation myth and where does 'history' start.

also reading a book right now, Explorers of the Infinite.

Gets into the spiritual side of extreme athletes of all backgrounds

and disciplines.  Talks about those magic moments, visiting those

thin places, alpine tragedy, etc.  

Why is it that so many different pursuits lead to the same place?

That extra-body transcendental experience of disconnected nowness.  

Do we purposely 'go there?'  

If so, what do we seek to find there? 

What do we actually learn while visiting?

Anything? or just an escape?

So, you've torn it all down, shredded yourself to the core, as essentially you as you know how to be.  Focused survival mode, running on instinct.  Looping back to the opening about creation myth and also blurbs I've read about more evidence being discovered that supports these passed down stories and memories....Is something like Atlantis really just a myth?  Why couldn't there have a been greatly advanced civilizations previously, that are now gone due to cataclysmic events?

Like when the poles of the earth flipped, or extraterrestrial impacts, wiping out all but the hardiest survivors.  Forcing them back to the Earth, back into the caves, surviving on instinct and passing down their history thru memories and stories, now myth.  And if we've heard these stories, so many, many, many, many times through how many generations, is there a part of the semi-primitive old brain that has that knowledge stored in some way?

Visionaries, mystics, shaman, monks.....what are they really tapping into during those transcendent states?  Do we also catch a glimpse of that when we've torn it all down at the end of a long effort?  What's the difference between a full on emptied the well need to push on for 4 more hours or sleep in the woods bonk vs a monastic meditative days long fasting?  

Physiologically a similar experience, empty the body until the brain bonks, then do some exploring....guess it depends on your focus, and where you really want to go.

bring it!

Bought my season pass yesterday.....

Today: Rain showers, mixing with snow after 11am. High near 44. Breezy, with a northwest wind between 17 and 25 mph, with gusts as high as 47 mph. Chance of precipitation is 90%. Little or no snow accumulation expected.

logged.

Added up the numbers
that I keep track of.
From some point in Feb
to last week, the 'season.'  
Peaks and valleys, along
with scribbled notes.

The spreadsheet goes back
a handful of years now, stack
of journals grown by one, my
'manifested artifactual evidence.'

Riding with purpose, 
'training' on instinct,
this year's total was 
457.5, last year was 455.  
interesting that it came 
out so close.

didn't count the commute
though, that's another 35ish,
it's just a short spin....

flight

You roll out the door, down the block, settling in.  Working out the wrinkles in the chamois, getting the pack settled just right.  Half hour of fidgeting and the legs have loosened, the kit is tuned and the trailhead taunts.  Qwik 30 minute ascent and you're up on the ridge, take a breather, take in the view, munch some calories and relax into the trail.  Let the tires find their purchase, test the shluffyness of the leaves and loam, slowly wind up the cadence.  Don't force it, let the trail come to you.  Roll out of each turn with a bit more snap, sometimes with a crackle, then a pop.  Soon enough the 32:19 is wound out and gravity takes over.

Relative silence, no clanging banging shifty bits to disrupt. Bit of brake squeal into a corner, the buzz of the Eno and the stern plunk of rubber on rock, knobs chewing up crunchy leaves. Keep winding that gear out, chasing gravity, ramping closer and closer closer to wide eyed blurry oxygen deprived sweetness. Swooshing thru the trees, nip and a tuck with a hoot and a holler, bike is brakeless flow and there's that perfect little hit.  An inviting ramp of rock with a sweet downslope landing.....then it's silent, and you're no longer connected, taking flight for those few bike lengths.  Don't forget to breath.

Is it any wonder that the inventors the magical flying machine had their start in bicycles? Wilbur prefering long rides thru the country, Orville being more of a scorcher on the track.  Their shop in Dayton was the foundation for the aeroplane works, where they repaired bikes, where they designed and built bikes, where they experimented with flying.  Did you know that the Wright Brothers were the 'inventors' of the left handed thread on your non-drive pedal?  That the propellers on the original Wright Flyer were driven by a bicycle chain?

freedom, in so many ways.