Comment on my comment on my comment on my comment....

Every morning...
I wake up and immediately go get coffee. It's gotta be that way or I cannot deal with the pace of things very well. People move pretty fast these days. Most everything is computer assisted. And the high speed of internet service may have provided us with an involuntary momentum factor we rarely notice. That's right...I'll blame computers.
Whatever...
Either way...coffee first.

 Then I can get on line and read some articles that blur under the headlines. The reason they blur? I'm racing my coffee'd brain to get to the comments. THE COMMENTS DUDE!! The article may have been written well. Or not. But whatever the literary value is....it's never as entertaining as the commentary.
The worse people can put down an issue the better. If there's an article about someone being arrested...then the comments are usually saying "burn, hang, or shoot" as SOON as possible. If you comment with something that is wishy washy...the comment sharks turn on you for a feeding frenzy. There is blood in these virtual waters.

I bet psychologists and therapists are losing money here. People are allowing themselves to vent on their own for free. And it's a free for all, too. On the sfgate.com site, they have a thumbs up or down voting icon you can select for each commentator. And if YOU are leaving a comment you can select a vote for your self. JUST ONE. No more. I remember leaving a comment that was pretty neutral. I come back and find 39 or so thumbs down on my comment. And like 6 thumbs up. Which means my personal opinion has been divided into two groups. It's crazy, man. I can't get enough, it seems. The meaner and nastier you are....the more thumbs up votes you get.
(sigh)
I might do another experiment.... I'm gonna log on with a puppy as my icon and say nice things only. I bet I get kicked off the commentary page!

 Then I'm gonna get a picture icon of a soccer mom with an uzi. She's gonna tell people to F**k off every other broken sentence fragment or stick it up your narrow little A** if you don't back the hell off.
I bet I win  a pulitzer with latter choice...

                                                                                               Anyway...I found this pic and really like it.

Ya gotta admit that we Americans are kinda rough around the edges.
I'm definitely proud to be one. I'm a blues guitarist...how more American can ya get?

U.s

Uncle Samurai?

I have been to the imperial garden in Tokyo where this statue stands. It is made of bronze. It stands about twenty feet high in the middle of a park, surrounded by the city. My mothers side of the family is descended from this loyal retainer, who lived and fought...and died with great honor in the 1300's...He is the reason why I chose the name Uncle Samurai.






My true uncle samurai Kusunoki Masashige... (last name first)

A poem:

I could not return, I presume
So I will keep my name
Among those who are dead with bows.




This poem was written 12 years after Masashiges death, by his son.


After the Meiji Restoration,
when a new government was searching for a way to reconcile Japan's samurai past with her Imperial present, Kusunoki Masashige came to the fore. A samurai loyal to the emperor, even to his certain death, was a valuable symbol, and much exploited during the era of Japanese Imperialism.

hmmmm

Obama News...

How...kimmosabe...how...

This might sound off tangent... But yesterday I thought for the first time...where did all those Indians* go? They were told that religion was mandatory or else they would perish. Then it dawned on me...They're up in heaven. They're up ther sayin things like, "Wow...they were right! This heaven thing is GREAT...where is everybody? ALL those people who TOLD us about this place aren't showin' up...HOW? How is that? "

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*-Indians is now PC because it implies that Christopher Columbus had no idea where the hell he was

A catch...

Sadie and I were wandering thru the house
and we saw a little fishy...




















Turned out to be my niece...














...it was Aria not Nemo