They want a Caption hear, but i won't be captured
This post is for Memorial Day.
My ‘pilot video’ was released on Memorial Day, and dedicated to several beings.
My Friend, Danny, the last hamlet,
My Friend, Len, who goes by TuttiFrutti (and Emotion),
and my Friend, MikeFromTX.
A few moments ago, i was discussing self-awareness with a bunch of friends (you can find them all on different Channels).
We all got a bit excited, and some of my friends became concerned about me.
I was concerned about the last hamlet, but he has died since then;
I was concerned about TuttiFrutti, she was truly upset, i asked my friends to be kind to her, and they ignored my pleas;
MikeFromTX didn’t seem too concerned, i asked how his day was,
and he said, “its a beautiful day”. Mike is fighting another Man’s war, let’s Hope Mike is okay at this moment.
Love and i met in the Far East, and we were serving our time.
Evidently, that wasn’t enough for my friend Marco though. I posted a link to the video, and Marco berated me. I’m not sure why he did this. If Marco had just clicked on the links, he would have understood how this all links together.
I will now try to explain. You can wish me Luck, but i’ll just accept the fact that whatever happens – happens.
If you’ve been following along,
you know that i’m a Sharp Cracker,
some would say i’m a coal cracker too,
in the past i really was an elf, but how can this be true?
Was i the elf who gets baked – or did you think it was you?
or are we all the elves who are animated by You-know-Who?
I’ll tell you this though:
i’m just a man,
who loves a woman,
and trust’s in You-know-Who.
At this moment i’ve truly submitted,
and now i’m hittin’ my stried.
in the next moment i may be tired,
Hell, i know the last moment is when i’ve died.
But please try to forget me,
I’ll let some other entity decide,
if this meaningless elf was in Reality, Truly inspired.
(i’m probably out of order, babbling about my own death, but it is memorial day)
Marco, Presidents, and Kings
This post is dedicated to all the warriors who have died TRULY defending, a Real & Just Cause. Not those pretending, not those who kill the innocent. Nobody defends the truly guilty, except somebody who is confused about reality, or who just simply lies.
But it is also dedicated to America, and the ideal of Freedom. Because i have discovered that the Truth truly does set one free. Free to say, and do whatever one pleases. I say, and do whatever pleases me. If you know me, then you should be pleased also. At some moments none of us are pleased, but if you are patient that moment will pass.
When i am patient, i know that moment has passed – never to return again. Because of this, i try to do the right thing, and the right thing will usually please me, and please my friends.
My friend Marco types what he pleases. But as with many people, Marco
doesn’t think before typing, and doesn’t investigate before thinking.
Now, Marco Polo was a guy who investigated before he wrote something.
He also had a lot of time to think, before he wrote. We should all be more like Marco Polo, then my friend Marco.
But, if Marco is a guy who wears Polo Shirts, try to find out if he is a guy that served in the military too. Polo Shirts are okay, but everybody should serve their country, honorably, and voluntarily – if even for a brief moment.
He golfs in a Polo Shirt. Has he served in any uniform? Have you?
I know i’ve seen our president in a polo shirt. His middle name is Hussein. One of my 3 wise men, the African-American, is named Sadonis.
People confuse it for Saddam,
but Sadonis did his time in the Navy;
Saddam was a President and a Military man, but now he’s a dead man;
Hussein, is our President, and i’m damn proud he was elected,
but if i want somebody leading me, or covering my back…
There is no question about it – Sadonis is my Man.
I learned my respect for those who defend, from my Father. He first defended the people, and later he fed them. I volunteered, and they put my intelligence to work. Later, i tried to make the Point. After some preschool, i made the Point.
The Point is a triple play, any way you look at it.
At the United States Military Academy, it is “Duty, Honor, Country”.
Duty to a cause, and that cause is freedom;
Honor is when we share the Truth of our reality;
and Country is the land that we all should defend.
if you put it to the mirror, know that this is also true:
Man defends has castle, which is built on the land,
when we live the same truth, this land is a strong country.
Honor between men and women is when we tell each other the Truth;
And Duty, are the actions we perform in support of our Freedom.
But there is another triple play that i learned at West Point, and that are the 3 Standard Answers:
Sir, i do not understand.
Hear is what i have learned about the 3 Standard Answers:
When in a conversation, you should listen very closely.
If a question is not asked – an answer is not needed.
Some people still want to hear you talk. This is the most important moment to use one of your 3 Standard Answers.
If you Agree with somebody, all you have to say is “Yes Sir”;
If you do not uderstand what you have heard, you need only say, “Sir, i don’t understand”.
And hear is the hardest part of all, but in Reality it can be done:
If you disagree with another, simply say No Sir, and walk away. But if you want to know the TRUTH, you must say,
“Sir, i do not understand”. Now, step away, be patient, and wait for a better explanation.
There really isn’t any reason to argue, is there?
Now we’ve talked about Marco, and we’ve talked about the President, but what about the King?
Well, even though he was not a warrior;
He was actually a man of peace,
He was trying to tell us all the Truth about Freedom,
but many didn’t like his face.
Those that have followed, have distorted his Truth,
That we are all in this together, and we should never use force.
What do you think He would say today?
His mistake was John’s mistake,
Because you can’t imagine a dream,
You must submit to the Truth of Reality
to reap the rewards before the end.
So, this is also in memory of the King. Whoever that might be.