Wednesday, October 3, 2018


The State Of Circus

What's on my mind today?...

The State Of Circus.

There is a current unrest and disparity in American society today.
It stems from extremely poor, unqualified and narcissistic leadership that demonstrates unintelligible articulation and rhetoric centered on self-serving motives, cap stoned in blatant/willful denial that is evident of the guilt that lies beneath. But it is rooted in public apathy and lethargy. What all this means is that somewhere between point ‘A’ and point ‘B’ we lost interest in our responsibility to ourselves and each other by doing our homework, (exorcizing our due diligence), to ensure our best interests are defended, protected and maintained. If you remember, in a previous post, I mentioned a little something known as “The Human Condition”, (in other words we got lazy – real lazy). Instead of ensuring the sanctity of what directly affects us and our way of life, we allowed it to slip away, in how we sold out to the false illusion of “Easy Street” by allowing ourselves to believe that all the false propaganda and pomposity was the ‘New Truth’.

As a result; we have a Supreme Court Justice nominee and a Licensed Psychologist embroiled in a Senate Legal proceeding – with a president who avidly fights the feeling of a fair and objective legal system by sitting on the side lines heckling the legal system and subjecting it to distorted conjecture. This type of chaos and disorder places the female tax payer/voter in harm’s way of losing all her constitutional /human/civil rights and dignity – particularly when a certain Arizona Senator, (from Snowflake AZ.), is confronted with this issue – on camera – and demonstrates his deliberate indifference towards the issue by condoning this example of criminally defective and victimizing behavior in suggesting an in-effective time frame for a criminal investigation in pursuit of facts and historical character traits that will weigh in as, either perjury, or testimonial accuracy – for partisan reasons. Now, in theory, one is presumed innocent until proven guilty. But objective legal democracy cannot prevail when committee members threaten reprisal against the alleged victim in statements that exhibit a lack of objectivity, or display bias. (From the outside looking in; I can see where the collateral damage could run at least a country mile).

Locally; we have – yet – another quagmire with the problematic leadership on State and County levels. We now have TWO new adult generations, entering the big kid’s playground, who are ill-equipped and un-prepared, because they can’t even tell you who Alan B. Shepard is, or the significance of May 5th 1961. This is primarily because Government has taken on a new business model aimed at making a profit which disallows investing in tax funded public resources like; community commerce, public service, public safety and public education, while rewarding executive/appointed officials up to a 10% salary bonus as often as every three months for operating below budget. This has proven an in-apt and dangerous position of leadership, because public education is now becoming as, or more expensive than a private academies. Between supplemental, (charter/magnet), campuses and extorted supply and demand of a publicly funded schools, the average student either loses the shirt off their back in order to provide for a school publicly funded through tax dollars, (as taxes continue to rise and legislature is proposed money remains in very short supply), or they lose their identity through strict corporal uniformity – they are not allowed to be out of the box thinkers – thus real life problem solving skills are nonexistent.

Where public safety is concerned; this new model has resulted in an average resource deficit of between 40 – 60% in the “Protect and Serve” categories, (ADT & Private Security – at private cost to the tax payer – are currently the only lawful fill in remedies to protect life and property). So where is all this new model “Profit” going? Well, as I said, periodic 10% bonuses are where some of it’s going. But, if government is the corporation/trustee and the tax payer is the investor/trust party of interest, where and when will we see our return? If critical areas of Government continue to operate in a deficit, we – the tax payer/investor/trust interest – are not seeing a return, which strongly indicates and is blatant evidence of funds miss management/misappropriation. And this has become more the norm/business as usual – that once a public official is elected, or appointed into office – they tend to think they are above the law and legal protocols. They Peacock this, misgiven sense of entitlement, every day in instances like the Arizona State Representative accused of several incidents – to include a female college – of sexual harassment, (Dustin Gardiner, The Republic | azcentral.com Published Nov. 8, 2017).

To be clear: Theft or misappropriation of funds placed in one's trust, can result in charges of fraud and embezzlement. Synonymous to this misconduct of office are: “Misappropriation, theft, stealing, robbery, thieving, pilfering, purloining, pilferage, appropriation, swindling”, (Dictionary.com). These acts are prosecutable under law, but if we continue to follow the false illusion of “Easy Street”, we lose a fair and objective legal system, equal opportunity, profoundly effective education and a better quality of life. So, here it is: Are you going to remain on this path of collateral damage, or exorcize your due diligence? The choice – while you still have it – is yours.

 Kit: Oct. 3rd 2018.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

THE CARPET BAGGER


Some years ago, a carpetbagger arrived to a small town. In his bag, he carried many vials of elixirs that were said to contain great promises of change, eternal youth, entitlement, treasure, and prosperity.  "Of course all these things do come at a price" the carpetbagger said as he carefully displayed each and every bottle on a velvet covered table. Each exquisite bottle had its own distinct color and shape- original to the powers of the potion contained within. The crowd drew closer with curiosity. But there was one skeptic amongst them who asked the question; "How do we know that these tonics are as you say?" The stranger removed his cap humbly and said, "Oh they are everything I say they are sir, as you will see.” A young woman, who pushed her way to the front of the crowd, asked the outsider how many pieces of gold it would cost to have some of what was in each of the bottles. The bagger smiled down warmly on the young lady and said," Gold, there is no need for gold here. These tinctures are free of any monetary attachments. All I ask in return, should I decide to share their unique qualities with you fine people, is a given period of time that I might sit at the head of your community in a position of affluence where I may intercede in order to make sure that the properties of each of these alchemies is at their fullest potential. Now that being said I think that, you as a group of people, should unite and take a vote as to whether or not I may lend to you as a society."  And all, but for a few hem-haws, the foreigner was voted as a leader. In the beginning things seemed to be better. But, as time went on, these improvements never lasted for very long, and soon they failed to manifest at all. For eight long years to follow, while under the rule of the stranger, there was no fare, reward and license, with no enhancement in the quality of life, or resolve for the villagers. In fact, every aspect of the townspeople's existence became intensely complicated and restrictive. No one could come and go as freely as they used to, and people had to put forth more for much less than before. It appeared as though, around every corner was waiting- nothing more than- disappointment, and punitive regret until finally life became droll, and drab- causing them to age much faster than normal. The carpet bagger, however, was living large. He never wanted for anything, did as he pleased, and distanced himself from the town’s inhabitance while gaining imminence with outside influentials.  Finally the day came when all of the vials were empty. The stranger simply gathered them up, tossed them out the window, packed his bags and left. Although not completely destitute, the townspeople were left deeply confused and at a disadvantage. They had no idea how to resume a normal life. They were no longer able to make decisions. And, they were seriously handicapped as a society, because this left them feeling empty.

~The moral of this story is; Politics is nothing more than smoke and mirrors, and it serves only in the interest of the one, thus displacing all others.~  (Kit: April 3rd, 2013) © Copyright by Kit Morgan; 2013.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Why Is It . . .


T
he human being is such a perplexing creature. May and December are two aspects that make it hard to trust one another. The unknown motive behind our actions and interests is what brings out the most cautious reserve in us, and yet deep inside we just want to break away and tear it up. Those moments where we feel that it’s time- no really it’s time, trigger making us want to take the risk and go for it. A walk on the beach for a woman, with a man 20 years her junior, is better than one with the mate she has now, who is blind to her needs any more. The middle aged man just now coming into his own mortality, becomes preoccupied with his anger at the whole world, and besets himself with the opinion; “They obviously don’t know who they’re dealing with.” convincing himself that this is why no one understands him and he is so unhappy. So;
Why is it we knock on doors that we really shouldn’t?
-          Because, (we can’t help ourselves), we really do want to see what’s on the other side.
What’s in it for the younger man who looks to an older woman, and what compels him to bark up the Oak tree instead of chase a sapling?
-          Maybe he’s just tired of having to work so hard through the process of elimination.
Why would an older woman walk with a younger man?
-          She gets the attention she wants, without the argument.
Why do we accept defeat, before we even begin the fight?
-          Because we’re insecure and lazy.
Why is “Taboo” so irresistible?
-          Because going after it is so much fun, and we feel more alive when we do.
Why do we look in the mirror, and then run away?
-          Denial.
Where did all the sensible ladies go, and where did all the gentlemen go?
-          The ladies became desperate, thus eliminating the need for gentlemen.
What happened to that warm cozy feeling we once had?
-          We listened to everyone else, and forgot who we were.
Why are our pets our new children?
-          Because our children grew up, moved away, and had children of their own.
Why do we fear getting old so much, when we were in such a hurry before?
-          Because we finally saw what was on the other side of the door.
Why do people who shouldn’t be in power, always end up in power?
-          Because it’s easier to say yes, than no to something that sounds too good to be true.
Where’s all the humanity we promised each other, and when are we gonna pay up on that?
-          Well, I’m waiting.
(September, 2011) © Copyright by Kit Morgan; 2011.



Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Happy Accidents- The Science of Grand Parenting:

I
 
think the best example of a "happy accident" in my own life would be the birth of my grandson Bugman. This child was conceived during a turbulent time in his parent’s life. When I learned of this, and that the conception was aimed toward a resolve that was intended to mend all the wrongs that the parents could not mend themselves, I had real doubts, and I felt sad. He was born on December 5th, 2001- (a chaotic year in general to say the least), but with the coming of the New Year, and his arrival, he was left with me and my husband for a time, because his parents still had issues to iron out. However, as I got to know this little guy, and watch him grow and develop things inside, for me, changed. I was no longer stressing about his parents issues; I had Bugman running around, bumping, getting into things, and just plain scaring the hell out of me at times. But, he was so resilient, happy, inquisitive, and unconditionally grateful and loving- I was enjoying having him in my life.  The learning that I gained from the Bugman experience was just a simple re-introduction to seeing, and thinking of things outside the box in order to work it. Who better than a kid can teach you that?

Some Lessons I Learned with the Bugman 

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-       For a person to have a "prepared mind" as Pasteur describes, one needs to explore, experiment, and take note of the results, (like the kid gets all hyper and breaks out in a rash when you give him sugary strawberries), that’s when you have those “Aha” moments, and become more open minded to alternatives, (like grapes instead of strawberries & sugar to satisfy that sweet tooth).  

-       How can a person prepare his or her mind to be open to chance? Wait for the first time the kid streams in smeared with cat poop, because you forgot to put the child gate up by the cat box, (that won’t happen again).

-       The most affective thing about the science of grandchildren is that makes it particularly important for people to analyze their accidents in the laws of probability. It forces them to weigh the pros and cons of not preparing for an event, (I refer you to the cat box incident).

          There are a lot of risks associated with the science of grand parenting that involves chance.
Just like the chances and risks that Madam Curie took with her experimentation and involvement
with radiation where she eventually died of a leukemia, taking a project like Bugman on requires
researching his diet, taking chances by using different approaches in traumatic moments, varying
discipline, and forms of play time, etc. Even though all this hypothesizing and experimentation
can result in more grey hairs than you started out with, the risks are worth it.

Marie and Pierre Curie for fronted the radiology’s, in their science, but I had the privilege
and the pleasure through risk, chance, and experimentation, of being a part of the fine young
human being.
(Kit- Sept. 2011) © by Kit Morgan 2011

Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Iron Bird

     High in the Adirondacks’, removed from modern day life a mountain man ventures down to a nearby city.  He is inundated with sights, sounds and smells, all foreign to him. After skirting around all human contact he arrives on the perimeter of an air port. Large metal objects are moving around in front of him, with high pitched sounds coming from them. Then with speed he has never seen before and deafening noise the objects move away from him, and then soar into the sky.  The Mountain man has seen birds before but these are not birds, they are too big. Watching closer, he sees other people walking up and into the large objects disappearing inside, and again these steel creatures soar into the sky. He waits, for many hours when darkness has fallen. Then the mountain man walks up to one of the large objects which are now silent. He looks at the airplane and still sees a giant bird. He cannot imagine why people would walk into the belly of the bird and then allow it to take them into flight. The old Mountaineer was so deep in thought, that he did not hear the security officer approach. He was suddenly aware of the air field constable’s presence. After a brief talk the security officer was satisfied that this old man was not a threat. The old mountaineer asked many questions, fell into deep thought and finally spoke: “It’s a large people mover, humm”?  With an expression of resolve he continued, “…and I thought it was alive. I guess I have a lot of catching up to do.” The old man concluded his endeavor, and slowly walked off, out of sight.

[07/29/2011]

“The Little Girl and The Red Shoes” (as told to me by my mother).

      [07/15/2011]
     Some time ago, the beautiful soul of a little girl was born into a loving family of modest means. She played well with others at home and in school. She achieved excellent grades, and made her parents proud every where they went together, until one day it was decided that this little girl was in need of some new shoes for school.

            When they arrived at the shoe store, the family looked at many shoes. They came across a shiny new pair of red patent leather shoes with a gold buckle, but the price was well out of reach for what they could afford. The Cobbler showed them several other pairs in their price range, all the while the little girl was drawn back to the new red pair with the gold buckle while trying on the others. When it was decided that a less expensive pair was what she was getting, the little girl threw such a tantrum that finally her parents conceded. The Cobbler warned her that the shoes were now cursed and she may wish to reconsider, but the little girl flatly refused. Late that night when her parents were in bed asleep, the little girl pulled out the new red shoes, and overwhelmed with a sense of eagerness, she slipped them on.

            Immediately the shoes took to life. Tapping at first, they sprang the little girl into a dance. At first she was thrilled and having the time of her life dancing around her room, but then the window blew open and out she went. The little girl was scared and mortified at the fact she no longer had control of the shoes, or could even take them off. She leaped, danced and pirouetted across the country side in tears of hysteria, until she stopped in front of the store window in which she first saw the shoes. With her precious little feet- now blistered and bleeding, the little girl was finally able to peel them off, leave them at the door of the shoe store, and hobble home.

            The next morning she woke up to the sound of her parents making breakfast, and calling out to her- “Cassy, come on. It’s shoe shopping day for school”. The little girl threw back her bed sheets and saw that her feet weren’t bleeding or blistered at all . . . they were just fine. Cassy leaped out of bed, got dressed and went to the shoe store with her parents. When they arrived, the first thing she saw was the shiny new red shoes in her dream. Her mother saw how she seemed to be taken with them, and asked the store keeper; “How much?” But the little girl interrupted and told her parents that she would much rather have a less expensive pair of penny loafers and, happy as a lark, that is what she got.

The Moral of this story is; Always be grateful for what you have, because things could be worse. The reason I was told this story, is because I had my eye on a pair of White patent leather “Nancy Sinatra” Go- Go boots and my mom, being a bakery book keeper, really couldn’t afford them.

Standards of Measurement:

      Ahhh, the metric system. I have actually covered this topic before. The metric system has been in existence, in the US, for roughly around 300 years, (beginning in the 1700s). Why hasn't the US fully converted as yet? Well, first, let's look at some of the advantages. Since approximately 95% of the world's population has already converted, if we converted, it would make trade and commerce much easier on us. Units of 10 are easier and more efficient to quantify than our standard division of 12, (requiring a round off with un-even or incomplete numbers). In industry, for example; manufacturing and processing overlapping can be eliminated reducing the cost of packaging and waste. Thus metric measurements are in more, and more demand worldwide. Finally, in the scientific realm, where calculus is employed, units of ten are more accurate to formulate.

     Now, let's look at the disadvantages . . . I can only think of one; the cost of conversion. In the current economic climate, the US is walking on a tight rope of chance, with a deficit so large; it tends to tug us off balance. And, in the view of raising the debt ceiling so we can barrow more to pay the bills; it probably wouldn't behoove us to reduce our units of measurement from 12 down to 10, (maybe we could employ this when it comes time to pay back, the chances are good that those we barrowed from would be dead before the debt could be fully paid). (THE UNITED STATES AND THE METRIC SYSTEM -LC1136-http://ts.nist.gov/Weights AndMeasures /Metric/lc1136q.cfm)[08/06/2011]

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