Showing posts with label conjecture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conjecture. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

Smarties vs. Dummies

    Once upon a time, in a country founded on equal rights, the country became divided on the very same issue: equal rights. One large section believed in equal rights, and perhaps coincidentally, knew how to make things that worked. Because of this, they are called (here) smarties.

    The other section did not believe in equal rights, but in free unpaid labor, especially by those easily identifiable, usually by a different tone of skin color. This section believed that if they acted important, or had important positions, and pretended that they were important, they were actually important. This was a distortion and mutilation of destiny. They (here) are called dummies.

    Because dummies are, fundamentally, dumb, they either didn't or couldn't perceive that anyone born human is indeed a human, and separation should not be based on an easily identifiable difference, that, when considering the accident of birth, makes no difference, despite silly theories and opinions that rationalize those differences.

     So, because of this fundamental  difference regarding equal rights, these two sections went to war. Imagine that: two sections in the same country went to war! Therefore, it was called a civil war, when actually, because it was a war, there was nothing civil about it.

    It is no surprise that the smarties beat the dummies. In any analysis, it couldn't be otherwise.

    The difference between smart and dumb has become more obvious the many years following the war.

    So dumb, the losing dummies simply don't acknowledge that the war was lost, and continually work against the idea of equal rights! Also (and sadly) as a result, the conceptions of equity and equality fall by the wayside. 

    And now, the dummies have their president. But I am confident that the smarties will eventually win because the dummies will, sooner or later, make a fatal mistake! (In my opinion, they are a mistake!)

Monday, August 24, 2026

FOR-GETTING or FOR-GIVING


For-getting is not for-giving. If you forget what happened, you don't forgive. Forgotten, the event remains stuck subconsciously in memory, unforgiven.


Saturday, August 1, 2026

Psychological Profile - Poem

My psychological profile published?

Available for anyone to see?

You can't curse me for being really pissed--

It's plain to see, it is not really me!


Who is it they think they are describing?

Some clueless dummy with a checkered past?

Look between the lines--they are deriding

Innocent me. Still, I remain aghast!


So my past is checkered, but I try hard

To do the right thing, try to stay on guard.

I'm pursuing my goals, and all the while,

I tell myself that I am using guile.


        Does this begin a new set of troubles,

        Carelessly exposing all my foibles?

 

Friday, July 31, 2026

Complex physical/mental attributes.

The human being is overwhelmed by the complexity of the physical body and overestimates his/her grasp of the complexity of the mental body. No one is as smart as they think they are.  

Thursday, July 30, 2026

Large unconscious effect.

 Which spatial body has the most personal effect? The sun, the moon, the planet: Venus, Mars. Jupiter, Saturn, etc. I guess they all do, but the planet that has the most effect is the one we're on. What is its effect?

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Capitalism/Socialism/Communism

Socialism is wide socially oriented rule.
Communism is narrow dictatorial rule.
Socialism is NOT communism.

After spending years examining complex issues, their reduction is accomplished by observing results.
Beyond obfuscating blather are these summarizing descriptions.

Capitalism creates problems,
Socialism solves them.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Into the Refrigerator - Poem

Ev’ry time I open the refrigerator door,
it must be to see the light.
Why else do I stand in contemplation
wondering why I opened it again.
I delve within, find a morsel,
gulp it down—for a moment satisfied.
Ten minutes later, my hungry soul
is back again, bathing in the cool light,
the empty promise of food for the body,
but not the soul.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

First Breath - Poem

The first breath
catches me unaware
the first touch stops—
then gets me started.
The first kiss
I remember,
then every kiss
remembers the first.
The first word said
in the heat of love
tells the first lie.
The last word
tells the truth.
The first love
lives fondly
in the heart,
clothed in the light
of young mornings
when breath was fresh—
or remembered so.

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