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“ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END” – There is an end to everything, to good things as well. The proverb dates back to about 1374 (Chaucer). First attested in the United States around 1680. The word ‘good’ was added much later. ‘Everything has an end’ and ‘Everything comes to an end’ are variants of the proverb.
In the end, we are undone, perhaps in only our current form through treachery, deceit and selfishness – all qualities that are, ironically, so un-Shockers Nation-like.
As one of our parents so aptly pointed out… Perhaps they, my erstwhile hearty and ferocious Shockers, have become accustomed to the unique experience and take it for granted (this includes parents). Now, they must drink from another cup and make that their comparison.
Will Natural Selection always prevail?
Rumors concerning any conspiracy to hide the truth from you are lies and should be ignored.
Does that news offer you comfort?
So… Were I to inform you that I’m the un-noted head of an, otherwise, secret society of skeptics who seek to disprove the foolish beliefs of conspiracy theorists and paranormal enthusiasts (carefully referred to as: Skeptics of Conspiracy and the Paranormal), would you believe me?
How about the media is your friend, and the internet purveys all things factual and truthful?
Or, would you think we, that collective “we”, that might in fact be those insidious “they” often whispered about with uncertainly, were foisting yet another conspiracy to throw you off our tracks?
Take comfort in the simple fact that you know all that you are allowed to.
Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
Brian Patrick Cork
so… if Barak Obama had even an inkling of how to understand business, conduct business, run a business, or what business means, I suspect he’d find himself on the Microsoft Board of Directors. Obama and Gates could then give each other insight as to how best to point fingers at, well, everyone else for their short-falls. remember, Gates stole his original idea from Steve Jobs, and Obama just short-“changed” everyone else.
I’ve always been a bit surprised that the Obama’s didn’t name their dog “Thomas Jefferson”, because Obama always seems determined to kick that legacy to hell, and daily.
Obama is mostly focused on just trying to stay in government. his actions are centric to keeping his job as opposed to doing his job. and, that makes him look like Microsoft which is surrounded by lawsuits for all manner of diabolical and insidious behavior.
we’ve, collectively, taken stock of Obama; we want none of it; and, it’s probably a good thing if you don’t own any of Microsoft’s.
by the way… it’s pretty clear to me he is following the example set by Tony Blair and positioning himself for a United Nations post after his (hopefully short) tour of duty through (as in burning) the Oval Office. he could then go back to his roots and act like he’s king-of-the-world.
peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
brian patrick cork
I’ll not trouble you with the gritty details. If you care enough, you’ll do some homework. After that, you might ponder a call to your newly appointed, Tea Party-oriented, Republican Congressman.
But, there is an ugly game afoot in-and-amongst our United States Supreme Court.
It’s no secret that COSTCO offers some pretty good deals to consumers. Manufacturers, not one of them likely, don’t like the margins. So, they’ve (collectively), some what reminiscent of that insidious “they”, apparently hired a small army of lawyers to go after COSTCO in an effort to force the distributor to offer consumers less economically advantaged deals on merchandise.
How the hell did this get to the Supreme Court? And maybe of greater concern, why is there no one, other than COSTCO, representing the consumer?
We need Ayn Rand standing on Thomas Jefferson’s shoulders to block the field goal on this one.
Because if we don’t pay attention to things like this, and the bratty selfish behavior of other leaders like Barack Obama, the cost to our nation is going to be more horrendous than you can imagine in the next fifty years.
I’m not really clear why I used an America football analogy just then. I just like the imagery, I suppose. And, I enjoyed watching Michael Vick continue to redeem himself (in a number of ways) last night against the Washington Redskins with inspired play (six touch downs, mind you) and demonstrate that no one can or should be counted-out.
On a side note, but maybe not… I wonder what law firm Michelle Obama will work for when her husband gets drop-kicked out of the Oval Office?
Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
Brian Patrick Cork
I learned another lesson recently (okay… yesterday, in fact) about things that appear to be important; or, perhaps what we think might be important.
…perspective, if you will.
such a simple thing, really.
I’ve worked for about two weeks, rather strenuously, to research information around an obnoxiously epic post (just scroll down, it preceeds this hardly erudite offering). there are a good number of people that have been waiting for it to see electronic life. this morning I arrived to the offices, fed the fish, and fired-up my computer to start checking out comments. although I don’t approve most; while allowing a few, I enjoy the repartee they offer. in any event, there was an ugly banner (in red, no less) splayed across the top of my control panel. the gist of the message was that I had apparently violated some uncertain policy and my blog was banished. just like that. several years of effort. a lot of caring. stories about Haley Anne and Emma Jo, agonizing cultural commentary – just gone. and, to make it worse, I was deemed bad, possibly evil by the WordPress powers-that-be.
amazingly enough, perhaps only to myself, I found that I was unconcerned. I did some pull-ups and contemplated investigating the new Windows phone (problem is only AT&T currently offers that – so, forget it [see aforementioned epic post]). I decided karma might be a bicth, but God had decided He needed my focus, somehow, elsewhere.
then Anthony, from WordPress itself, sent me an email:
A mistake was made in the system which we have corrected. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s a mystery. The blog is back just as you left it.
We are really sorry for that happening and the inconvenience it caused you.
I failed to hesitate in my response:
“We are useless without some form of forgiveness.
I actually meant it.
I’m a socially awkward person, and this blog helps me. I almost lost it. but, I was okay. I am somehow still connected to all of you. and, I’m a better man for it.
and, I’m grateful for so much in my life. especially for the events surrounding, and relative to last night. only God knows.
meanwhile, my brother Greg recently reminded me there exists a certain poem. I may go into more detail about this later, but have you ever read the The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock? It’s a classic and wildly complicated poem – a meditation on aging and the aching disappointment of being human (especially male and human) – by T. S. Eliot, arguably the greatest literary observer of the first half of the (or maybe of the whole) 20th Century.
go read it. do it! Will the mermaids sing to you?
peace be to my brothers and sister.
brian patrick cork
I’m sorry, perhaps, to advise you that I’ve come up with what may well be the key to knowing about everything.
this meaningful effort won’t come in the form of an illustrated book you can hide on your living room coffee table (does anyone call those places “living rooms” any longer? and, I once asked my Mom what happened if someone wanted to call it a a “pepsi table”. but, she was appaently not in sufficient a mood that day, to properly clarify. so, I remain perpelexed, and some what distracted by that). it will come in the form of a talk radio show and this (or another) blog, as well.
in any event, among the surprising words contained in what you need to know in order to understand are “despondent,” “panache,” and “hat.”
there may well be a riddle involved. but, possibly three; only if the first is solved, though.
this isn’t necessarily about fear and loathing. but, those words, and their implications, certainly have their place
if you want to know what these words have to do with a bird (ostrich, to be very clear) a goat, or a muffin, you should probably read the book.
more later. and, you better be ready. because there will most certainly be controversy. I’m predicting this will involve a great deal of pushing and shoving, possibly raised voices. it’s almost certain there will be some fist shaking and the gnashing of teeth. eventually, with the dawning of understanding, there will then come a form of collective awareness followed by cheers and a long satisfying trend of goodwill.
by the way… this post was crafted (that’s a fair word, all things considered, on an Android-powered laptop). it’s inconceivable, with the possibilities, limitless. however, it remains so, nonetheless.
peace be to my brothers and sisters.
brian patrick cork