Was he talking about Pakistan? – George Carlin

George CarlinThis legendary rant is even better when read. I’ve read it dozens of times. I still can’t find a flaw in it, or anything even exaggerated. He’s right. We’re fucked. Unless we think of some way to fight back.  I have my ideas. Do you?

He describes the dilemma of the American society with his ample doze of sarcasm, but isn’t the same happening in our country? Our lives being manipulated by the wealthy in the name of democracy.

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George Carlin – Why You Are In Debt

But there’s a reason. There’s a reason. There’s a reason for this, there’s a reason education SUCKS, and it’s the same reason it will never, ever, EVER be fixed.

It’s never going to get any better, don’t look for it, and be happy with what you’ve got.

Because the owners, the owners of this country don’t want that. I’m talking about the real owners now, the BIG owners! The Wealthy… the REAL owners! The big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions.

Forget the politicians. They are irrelevant. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don’t. You have no choice! You have OWNERS! They OWN YOU. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They’ve long since bought, and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses, the city halls, they got the judges in their back pockets and they own all the big media companies, so they control just about all of the news and information you get to hear. They got you by the balls.

They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying, lobbying, to get what they want.  Well, we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, but I’ll tell you what they don’t want:

They don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don’t want well informed, well educated people capable of critical thinking. They’re not interested in that. That doesn’t help them. That’s against their interests.

That’s right. They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around a kitchen table and think about how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago. They don’t want that!

You know what they want? They want obedient workers. Obedient workers, people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork. And just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shitty jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it, and now they’re coming for your Social Security money. They want your retirement money. They want it back so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street, and you know something? They’ll get it. They’ll get it all from you sooner or later because they own this fucking place! It’s a big club, and you ain’t in it!  You, and I, are not in the big club.

By the way, it’s the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over the head with their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy. The table has tilted folks. The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care! Good honest hard-working people; white collar, blue collar it doesn’t matter what color shirt you have on. Good honest hard-working people continue, these are people of modest means, continue to elect these rich cock suckers who don’t give a fuck about you….they don’t give a fuck about you… they don’t give a FUCK about you.

They don’t care about you at all… at all… AT ALL.  And nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care. That’s what the owners count on. The fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick that’s being jammed up their assholes every day, because the owners of this country know the truth.

It’s called the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it.

Now think about what he said years ago and how much has come true….. Social security? Pensions?
Attacks on Education? Media Control? Internal Threats?

Was he talking about Pakistan? – George Carlin

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Compromise

What I learned from life is that a ‘principle’ is an expression of perfection, and we being imperfect beings cannot practice perfection, we devise every moment limits of its compromise in practice. We tend to lower our guard and principles down for the people we care for because there would be no purpose of principle if ‘people’ don’t exist.

In what we call “real life” –—you always have to come to some kind of compromise with your own emotions:

  • I can’t overreact NOW!
  • I have to accept THIS!
  • I have to ignore THAT!

—You’re forever having to tailor your emotions to the circumstances, you go easy on the people you love, you slip into your hundred little daily roles, you juggle, you balance, you weigh things up so as not to jeopardize the entire structure, because you yourself have a stake in it.

In a social structure and individuality has its constraints’ and principles exist to be challenged. Compromising is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to.

At the end of the day it’s not hard to decide what you want your life to be about. What’s hard, is figuring out what you’re willing to give up for the people you care about.

Compromise – It’s doing something for the other person, even when you don’t want to. 

Compromise

Let’s live for Mondays like we live for Fridays

Friday should be just another day of the week, but on Fridays everything ends. The week itself, the work, the anxious waiting for the aforementioned Friday, the early mornings and coffee breaks, and sometimes even wishing you were dead.

But what if you didn’t spend your whole life waiting for it to be Friday? What if you spent your whole life in a constant state of enthusiasm at the prospect of the multitude of possibilities the next day could hold- Friday or not- Tuesday or Monday even?

What if you lived for each new day instead of living singularly for Fridays?

We spend so many of the seconds we have here on earth waiting for something to end. Whether it’s the pain of a fresh tattoo or a relationship we know in our hearts is going absolutely nowhere, or an agonizing social experience in which the only thing that helps calm our nerves is glancing at the clock.

LET’S LIVE FOR MONDAYS LIKE WE LIVE FOR FRIDAYSEven worse, we spend a third of our lives asleep. Curled up like commas and scrolls of parchment in our beds, hands clasped to cheek, bodies oriented with head toward the top of the bed and feet toward the bottom. We inhale and exhale dozens of times per minute with our eyes closed, our conscious awareness close to zero.

Sometimes we even go to bed earlier than we’d originally planned in the hopes that Friday will come sooner, in the hopes that whatever misery we lived through during the day will end.

We wait for bedtime and rarely, if ever, wait for the dawn to arrive like an arrow and arise us from our sleepy stupor, into a day new and whole and full of heart. We drown ourselves in sorrow like salmon swimming the wrong way inside the cool skin of a stream, just by waiting for the wrong thing.

We spend more time waiting than we spend living.

And if we spent more time living than we spent waiting, we’d be a thousand times happier. Our joy would ratchet up the Richter scale to new proportions. It would overwhelm the glaciers the oceans call home. It would make all those fresh tattoos bearable when the needle sinks into skin.

So let’s live for Mondays. Let’s live for them like a child lives for a necklace of amusement park tickets, like a couple lives for that irreplaceable moment when some part of their bodies touch, even by accident, and they realize they’ve come home.

Let’s live for Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays too, for Thursdays, Fridays all over again, for Saturdays and Sundays and for every second our hearts send signals to our brains.

Let’s live and wait for every single day we’re alive. Let’s live and wait the same way we love: tirelessly and with courage, with palms full of hope and heads full of hoping.

Let’s live for Mondays like we live for Fridays.

My Humanity

Khawaja Ali ArshadThis is about being who I am.

Sometimes the glass is simple half empty,
but most of the time it’s overflowing.

I laugh loudly and infectiously.

My writing starts in my heart,
travels to my mind, and
spills from my fingers and
if I don’t catch it in time, I’ll lose it.
I try to write as universally
as possible, but it’s always so personal.

I’m too loyal to people, wanting to give
them my last breath if it meant
they would love me unconditionally
and without fear.

I get so drained from being who I am,
from trying to be patient and understanding
and offering an ocean and

I only receive a grain of sand in return.

“What is tolerance? It is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other’s folly – that is the first law of nature.” – Voltaire

Picture Credits : Sachal Abbas