Is Immortality Legal?


There once was a scientist who believed that he had discovered a scientific method by which we could achieve immortality. Through a long series of experiments he used porpoises to test his theories because of their intelligence and ease of training. Part of the experiment used Mynah birds as a diet supplement.
One day while preparing tests the scientist realized that he was nearly out of Mynah birds. Because they were an integral part of the research, the scientist packed some cages into his car and set out to capture more birds. While he was out driving and announcement came over the radio that a lion had escaped from the State zoo and he was considered dangerous.

The scientist gathered his inventory of birds and headed back to the laboratory. When he arrived he was startled to find the escaped state lion was fast asleep in front of the door to his lab. This was indeed a dilemma! If he didn't get in to feed the porpoises his experiment could be ruined and he would have to start over. He decided to take his chances.

The scientist carefully removed the cages from his car and oh so quietly tip-toed toward the lab door. The lion, sound asleep didn't flinch. Quietly he turned the knob on the door and he nervously stepped over the lion and stepped into the lab shutting the door behind him. The moment he shut the door, sirens howled, and all heck broke loose.

The scientist peered out the window to see that keepers from the zoo arrived to capture the lion and the Police pulled up ramming the door of the lab, entered and arrested the scientist…yes, arrested!

The charges? Wait…wait…okay, the scientist was charged with “Transporting Mynahs over a State lion…for immortal porpoises!”

As an end-note I want to assure everyone that no animals were harmed in writing this story except my dog Higgen’s feelings because I wouldn't let him sit in my lap while I typed.

More puns to follow…try the pork tar-tar…I’ll be here all week.

I’m just saying.

The Tiger Hunt


A group of gentlemen were sitting around the hunt club, bragging of their trophies and sharing stories. One of the young hunters said, “You know? Sir Edgar has spent years traveling the globe on safari hunting exotic beasts. He must have some amazing stories to tell!” Agreeing, the group approached the elder Sir Edgar and gathered round him.

One young hunter said, “Sir Edgar, you have hunted for 6 decades and have seen so many things. Please share one of your extraordinary exploits with us. What has been your most harrowing experience?”

The aged Sir Edgar sat up straight, clearing his throat and furrowing his bushy brow. “Experience…hmmm…ah yes. Well…it was India. The deep, thick jungle of India. We were on elephant caravan hunting the great Bengal Tiger. We were a day and a half into the brush. The heat and tension were so thick; you could slice them with a machete. We were crossing a trail dense with flora when all of a sudden out of the brush leaped the largest feline I have ever laid eyes on. 600 pounds of anger and raw muscle!” He continued,” Startled, my Pachyderm trumpeted and reared back throwing me face down into a thicket of grass. Winded and dazed, I tried to gather myself and when I raised my head to look around I found myself looking straight into the open jowls of the great tiger, and…arrrghhhh, ugh, oh…I pooped my pants!”

Surprised and taken back, one of the younger listeners said, “Well…Sir Edgar, I mean given the circumstance, I can’t imagine the fear…and it’s understandable that you soiled yourself!”

Sir Edgar replied, “No, no young man…I meant…just now!”

I’m just saying

So Here’s the Thing…conversations that make you say…Hmmm


I am not one to disparage anyone…I just don’t believe in it. However, I am observant and won’t get “called out” without addressing the issue.

I am a pescitarian (I eat vegetables and fish, but no meat) and I enjoy my diet. I do however also like leather coats and own several of them. My aversion to animals as meals is dietery…not spiritual.

I recently treated myself to a lunch at a favorite vegan restaurant, and when the waitress came to my table, she visibly scowled at me leather coat. I couldn’t help but notice and sheepishly asked, “Is there a problem?”. She replied, “You are wearing animal hide!”. I pondered for a moment, looked down and said, “Well, I’m not here to order steak…and the cow was already dead when I bought the coat…and by the way…nice shoes.” (which were leather).

My Mom hurt her leg overextending herself and after a week of nursing it, it hadn’t improved so I took her to her Dr. I have to admit that her Dr. is not on my Christmas card list. He walked into the room looking at his clipboard and asked,,”So what’s the problem?”.  I let Mom explain what had happened, pointing out that it had been a week. The Dr. looked at me, without so much as looking at Mom or examining her leg in any way. He knows I don’t…hold him in great favor. He snapped at me, “Why did you wait to see me? You should know better!”. Hmmm.

I paused and collected myself and replied, “Well sir. We are here now, and your question is distractive if not foolish. There is no clear answer, and even if there was, you still have not examined Mom to diagnose, prognose or cure what is ailing her. If you spend the rest of this visit actually being a Doctor, I will do my best to get her here sooner so you don’t miss a boat payment.”

I’m just saying.

Reality of Fear


Reality of Fear

The year 2012 is coming to a close and I look back on this year with mixed feelings. 2012 was (notice the was!!!!) a year filled with natural disasters and the loss of innocent beings. The prediction for the world to end on 12.21.2012 came and passed by silently without much fuss or hoopla! The sad and horrible incident of gang rape in Delhi, that which has inflamed the capital with anger and disgust.

However 2012 has not only been filled with tragic and violent news but some very happy occasions as well. The grand celebration of the Queen’s diamond jubilee, The London Olympics’ opening and closing ceremony, The re election of President Obama.
As I was reminiscing over my experiences I could not help but see how similar my experiences have been with 2012…. Not to the scale of what we have seen and heard but more like the waves or influx of incidents.

I happen to come across these words below:


Each line reminded me of an incident or experience or a decision that I have been through or made.
I have plunged into darkness and learnt how to create light from it to guide me further.
I have fallen from various heights but have always managed to stand back up with the help of others and myself.
I have been through rejection yet have found the strength to accept me for who I am today.
I have stayed away from love but am slowly finding the courage to love the person I see standing.
I have been defeated yet will accept it graciously and begin to move on or learn to let go when need be.
Last one…. Yes hurt many times for the same reasons…. Something I hope I have learnt and can now put behind me… this… only time will tell. In fact this would be something I look forward to in 2013.

My life is similar to that of 2012 or of any year. I go through the “”Reality of Fear like the seasons and years. Its impact on me helps and encourages me to foresee my forthcoming choices or experiences.

I like to think that I can learn from Mother Nature and that the “Reality of Fear” not only affects me but also her in every way possible. If she can bounce back and move forward then so can I.
I ask myself am I any different to her? Is she not afraid of the “Reality of Fear” just like I am? Are we not part of each other?
Savira Gupta 


All I Want for Christmas Is…


Tis the season. Black Friday, Cyber Monday, Green Monday…Oy! It is the season for a retail onslaught and the true meaning of the season gets lost in a fog of commercial indoctrination that numbs the senses and the purpose gets lost. I know I am preaching to the choir…so I’ll get off my soap box here.

I have not celebrated holidays in the traditional sense since my wife passed away 7 years ago. I DON’T want sympathy…let me explain. I started prioritizing things differently when I became a widow and decided to spend the holidays giving back and not fussing with getting caught up in the hype. With the exception of last year, I have for the past four years worked as a server in a soup kitchen on Christmas day to help provide a safe, warm place for homeless people and offer fellowship and a hot meal. I knew in my heart that I was never more than one bad decision away from being in line with the people I served gratefully.

When Mariann was in charge of holiday planning, we endearingly referred to her as the “Holiday Nazi”. Every holiday had a theme, the decorations changed annually, and there was always enough food prepared to sustain a third world country. We would invite dozens of friends to “strolling” parties. Come as you are, when you can, eat drink and be merry! And yet there were always enough leftovers to send home with friends. It was always hectic, but always a blessing…and fun.

One year I got motivated to be creative and all of the presents I wrapped for the children represented the actual gift. Example: I got my son a sport coat (not a great Christmas gift, but he needed on). I fashioned the wrapping as a tuxedo with a bowtie and cummerbund; A starter tool kit…wrapped in red in the shape of a tool box, complete with hinges, latches and a handle. A new computer…wrapped as a large keyboard, etc., etc. Even though the wrapping revealed the present the children were still surprised.

The next year, the children anticipated anxiously that the wrapping would match the present…so…I wrapped things like broccoli sprouts, a cheese grater, spurs, and a list of military schools in the tri-state area. Surprise, surprise! I laughed…even if no one else did.

I don’t care any less for the holidays; I have simply adjusted my priorities. I remember something my grandfather told me many years ago. “Spend your time working hard to be good and earn what you need, and what you want will be the reward.” I have thought a lot about that, and grandpa was my Buddha. He was right.

So this year, I have a friend coming in from out of town, Mom will be here for dinner, and we are going to spend time stopping by to wish neighbors well for the holidays. Low key, uncomplicated and sincere with the true spirit of the season as our purpose and goal. Simple and easy to wrap.

However you spend this season, in whatever way you celebrate it, it is about gratefulness, love and giving from the heart…anything else is a bonus.

Love to you all!

I’m just saying.

A.D. Joyce – “Like, Love, Hate” – A Review


Adriene Joyce is a prolific author in prose and poetry and offers “Like, Love, Hate” as a brief publication of her thoughts that leave one introspective…and wanting more.
A collection of four poems Adriene explores the base visceral emotions we all experience as we try to compartmentalize and categorize our sensory memories. Adriene’s approach to this collection is to create [or] elevate visual and sensory images to put what we all think into palatable perspective.
“Like, Love Hate” examines responses to daily life, described as condiments as part of the larger perspective we adapt to cope and remember. It absolutely tests all of our senses, but more importantly, brings our sensibility into question in a way that can help us re-examine our personal journey.
The poems embrace desire, living in the moment and strength in self-realization. From the pleading approval sought by every child, to the finite moment of a relationship dissolved…and then the emptiness.
Like, Love, Hate is a beautifully crafted piece of visual and sensory words that compact our basic emotions and responses into a collection of verses that one has to read many times, and will find something new each time. It will give you pause each time as you imagine how it relates to your life.
Like, Love, Hate is life broken into fragments; small bites to chew on and digest for a most profound nourishment of the soul. You will read it again, and you will think about it as a dessert and savor. But…much like eating Chinese [food], it won’t take you long to want more.
I'm just saying.

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Is there a Horologist in the Room? My body Clock is Broken


I have had an “interesting” year this year. A year that in fact required me to re-invent myself, face traumatic emotional change, deal with health issues that [fortunately] are improving, and generally start over…yet again. I am not complaining mind you…I’m just a little worn out.

I am not going to go into details about everything other than to say that I have been undergoing medicinal treatments for the past 10 months for a gastrointestinal condition that has been…we’ll say…stubborn. Coupled with other challenges that I must resolve, my body clock has taken on a life of its own. I get treatments on Fridays and the medication makes me tired, achy, and somewhat physically ill…all for a good cause. I wind up going to bed by 7:00PM just for relief…BUT, my body has been on a 6 hour sleep schedule for years…thus the fallout. If I fall asleep at 7, I am wide awake by 1:00AM…yea!

Sometimes I force myself to fall back asleep; sometimes I read or write…sometimes I flip on the television. Yah know? There used to be a time when one could flip on the TV at 1:00AM and see “The Exorcist”, or…”Deliverance” for the 1100th time…but not now! No…all there is are infomercials for radical diet and exercise programs, erectile dysfunction cures that require machinery, and get rich quick real estate schemes! I prefer to read or write…like now.

The thing is…if I were living in the UK…my sleep schedule would be fine…with a 5 hour time difference…but I do not. I’m working on it.

Anyway…whoever you are, and wherever you live…if you are wide awake by 1:00AM EST…give me a call. I’ll be up and we can chat.

Sleep tight…and don’t let the bed bugs bite :).

I’m just saying…zzzzzzz.

Hate…is a 4 Letter Word!


We (the US) have recently passed (and survived) a national election…Whew! In the wake of the divisive, negative and seemingly endless deluge of propaganda and innuendo…we survived…and today is a new day.

I will share a post I made n Facebook and hopefully expand on it in a helpful way,

My Last Word on the Election:

I read a thread today about the US election results where one person stated…and I paraphrase (sardonically), “Obama won because he personally orchestrated the busing of institutionalized crazy people to voting stations to vote for him with the promise of extra pudding at dinner time.”

I had to think about this statement (real…or paraphrased). I came to the conclusion 
that if this were even possible…not “Shame” on President Obama for thinking of it…”Shame” on Gov. Romney for not thinking of it first. A BRILLIANT Strategy!

STOP complaining! If you want change, and you are not happy with the way things are…collect like-minded people and formulate realistic and plausible solutions for whatever you oppose and flood Congress with phone calls and letters as their constituents. That is how change occurs. Nothing will make a Congressperson listen faster than threat of unemployment.”

To that end, I have recently begun studying the philosophy of Buddhism with the novice understanding and hope of finding inner peace and sharing this experience with whomever will listen.

To look at the world and see all of the hatred, crime, selfishness, and divisive behavior might make a person give up and quit…but I ask why? Who am I? Do I really believe all of this, and  then end with… NO!

If one were to read and believe any or all of the hateful propaganda from this last election, we have one candidate that is a foreign born pagan communist whose life ambition is to bring the US to the point of being a Chinese Colonial  property, and the other candidate is a baby-eating serial killer who only wants wealthy people to survive the apocalypse. Both are absurd…but that didn’t stop the propaganda/social media train.

I will use firearms as my only example for you to think deeper about in the grander metaphor of the idiocy of division.

There is a very large population that thinks that firearm regulation is unconstitutional, and another large population that thinks it is not regulated enough. I offer three scenarios to ponder and hope to goodness that you get the point of government, compromise, and being involved for the greater good.

  1.  De-regulate ALL firearm laws and require all registered voters to carry unconcealed weapons with the freedom to use them ad-hoc for “conflict resolution”. Will the murder rate decrease?
  2. Eliminate ALL weapons from use so that no citizen may legally own one to hunt, protect their property, etc. How would the Revolutionary War have unfolded with such regulation? I don’t hunt, and I will not allow weapons in my home…but I am glad I am good friends with a neighbor that owns many of them…and would borrow one in the case of invasion. Also in this case, only criminals would have weapons…and OH, they would have them…not a good idea.
  3. Nationally legalize the death penalty and place all convicted weapons related criminals to a penal colony that provides weapons to all inmates. The last person standing gets the death penalty for mass murder…and crime is solved through attrition.


None of my options are realistic (REALLY they are not…don’t support any of them…please). The point is I don’t have all of the solutions, and neither do you! No person can be President of the US and get away with any radical policy…it will NEVER happen! If you are unhappy, explain why, and formulate a reasonable and plausible solution. You will be surprised how many people [from the other side] will listen to logic and reason. If your neighbor shoots your dog…that is a problem…if he simply complains because your dog barks too much…that is good reason for conversation, compromise and solution.

Be safe,,,be well…and peace to all of human kind.

I’m just saying.

Sometimes I Wish…



This post is part of the  Blog Tag…You’re It - bloghop.

I want to thank Privy Trifles for passing the baton. I asked Privy to tell me a bit about herself, and she was shy and reluctant. That's okay…I will wing it. What I do know is that to the best of my knowledge, she has never been convicted of a felony. Seriously, Privy is a very thoughtful person and a talented writer. Her blog is ripe with observation, verse and soul that can and should capture you to follow and learn from her. I am proud to know her.


A precarious title and subject indeed

I have had a great deal of time to think about this project and the theme and still come back to the literal context of the title.

Sometimes I wish…

To me, it is an open ended prelude to where one is in the moment. Of course, as a child we might say, sometimes I wish I had a unicorn…sometimes I wish I was older, younger, taller, better looking, a fireman, etc. Literally to me when this opening crosses my mind, the response is in the moment and the result of a very recent experience.

I don’t remember ever wishing for anything. Perhaps it is semantics, but I have hoped for a few things…just never wished for them. To me (and again I may be taking it all too literally) wishing is like standing in the middle of a drought famined field wishing for rain. We want the solution to come to us, and short of getting hit by a bus, wishes don’t come true. There is faith; there is hope, both of which take sweat equity on our part, but wishes are lazy, and only an excuse to find blame when they don’t come to fruition. Sometimes I wish I had enough faith to believe it is all for the greater good. I admit to thinking occasionally, “I wish I hadn’t done that.”

As an aside:
I remember as a child on my birthday being presented with a cake adorned with a candle for every year of my life and being told to close my eyes, make a wish and blow the candles out. If the candles extinguished in one breath, the wish would come true. A four year old blowing out 4 candles is much easier than a sixty year old blowing out the appropriate number of candles. This has left me thinking that the older we get, the harder it is to bring wishes to fruition. On my father’s 90th birthday, I placed a single candle on his cake to represent the first year of his 9th decade. He closed his eyes, blew out the candle and kissed me on the forehead. He said, “Son, I was wishing before the cake came out that no one would expect me to blow out 90 candles…thank you for helping that wish come true.”

Back to the story
When Mariann, my late wife was diagnosed with a terminal disease, I had faith that the doctors were doing all they could to help; I hoped that a cure would be found before it was too late, and “I wished the experience on no one”. Alas, faith and hope helped in grieving a loss, but wishes did nothing.

In the end, faith and hope have a place and purpose, but to me “wishes” are a resignation and plea to make things change or disappear without applying the effort to affect change.

I have in my lifetime done things or behaved in ways I regret. If I wished that I could go back and change it (whatever it was), short of a time machine, I cannot change those things, and if I could go back and fix a thought or a moment – the sacrifice would be to miss everything that happened between then and now…good bad or otherwise…and what lesson would I erase by saying something different in retrospect?

Sometimes I wish my faith were greater, and I hope to work hard enough to resolve that feeling and be a better person.

I’m just saying.

I now turn you over to Susan Deborah  at "Meanderings and Reflections". Susan is a very thoughtful, humorous; sometimes controversial person, but always inspirational. Susan says of herself that she loves to give hugs and pass on joy and smiles. Go give Susan a hug and enjoy the ride and the continued thread.

And Now for Something Completely Different…sort of



I am a little tongue-in-cheek about lifting the title of this post from the infamous Monty Python television show…but it is so appropriate.

This blog has never been a haven for political discourse or opinion, and I don’t intend to change that…I simply have some observations to share. We (here in the US) are in the throes of a national election campaign season. I used the word throes, because definitively, it means, “the effects of severe physical pain”. Yep, it is that time again.

I qualify the context of this post by pointing out things that I am convinced drive the tenor of political campaigns. Grace and dignity have been abandoned and muck-raking has become the norm. I fear that we have become a society driven by the sensationalism of “Reality TV”, instant gratification and a chemically altered water supply. I am kidding…sort of. We are told by broadcast networks that we crave reality television, and they expand the dribble we have to watch, but I think (and hope) that it is a matter of reality TV being cheap to produce, highly profitable for the networks, and so if we watch, it is because we have fewer choices. I honestly hope that there is not an undecided voting population that is holding out to see who “Snooki” endorses as a candidate.

If we listen to the radio, or watch the news, we cannot avoid the political assault that permeates the air-ways on all sides. This candidate doesn’t pay taxes, that candidate is an illegal alien (no planet of origin specified), and on and on. In the end and historically for decades, we elect the person who sucks least…regardless of qualifications. We have either forgotten how to, or maybe never knew how to promote and elect the REAL best person for the job. I cite President Carter as a good example. He is a man I admire greatly and is a proven humanitarian who by the way was awarded a Nobel Prize. An intelligent, compassionate, genuinely good person who as a scientist was elected in a state of economic crisis…not a good match. President Bush Jr. was elected to office (a lawyer) who was handed the attacks on 911, and hurricane Katrina, among other things. Regardless of your feelings about how he handled it all, the fact is he is a single human being, did not control all of the actions taken, and at those points, NONE of us had experienced anything like those events before, so how can we blame one person if it didn’t work out the way we wanted?

The truth of the matter is that I want everyone to sit down in a dark room, in a comfortable chair, close their eyes, breath deep and grow a conscience. Politics has been a dangerous snowball rolling downhill and growing for decades. In my opinion the last significant piece of legislature passed in 5 decades, was the Civil Rights Act under Presidents Kennedy and Johnson in 1964. Since then, anything good was accidental, opportunistic, and fodder for congressional job security.

A few years ago I was very fortunate in meeting and becoming friends with a prestigious economist who is a Nobel awardee and a professor at a mid-western Ivy League university. As part of the reason for his award, he accurately defined and predicted economic trends including today’s current downturn, and offered preventive solutions for the future. He appeared in front of a congressional committee and his words fell on deaf ears, and his ideas were ignored and dismissed. I spoke with him a little while ago and begged him to run for political office. He laughed out loud and said, “Why would I do that? Give up my career in a place I love, have my life flayed open for close examination and ridicule, so that I can fight for four years to get 452 morons in Congress to make the right decisions and help this country? No thank you. I have alimony payments to three ex-wives, and that alone would be my downfall. No, I don’t need the pay increase that badly.” He laughed, I laughed, and I dropped the subject.

So to that end what I am suggesting is that for many decades, we have elected people willing to take a pay cut; who had ambition without vision, and we only have ourselves to blame. For years regardless of who is elected to the presidency, our focus has been what we complain about and don’t like, and not real people with real solutions to heal our pain…and the cycle resets.

Every President since…ever has been elected by a minority of the eligible population. In 2008, 58.9% of eligible voters registered, and only 63% of those actually voted!

So here is my final point. The 41% of eligible voters who didn’t register, and the 37% who registered and didn’t vote in the last election…REGISTER, VOTE, or simply shut up and expect nothing in return, as that is all the effort you put into our political/economic state as it exists today. For those who registered, voted and are angry today…LIGHTEN UP! Until we as a society move away from the notions of elections being a solution of the lesser of two evils, or a popularity contest, history will repeat itself over and over and to date, every great empire in history has fallen to extinction. Don’t be so foolish as to imagine it can’t happen today.

I have faith in human kind (naively perhaps) and ask you to go to a dark room, in a comfortable chair, clear your mind and really think about what can help everyone…not just you. To use a sports analogy (I am not a sports person) if a coach keeps putting third string players on the field, he cannot reasonably expect victory. Let’s stop electing the third string and recruit and encourage the real minds that can design and make positive change. We face another very important election in very trying times, and the third string is on the field…on both teams! No one human can solve all of our angst and no one human deserves all of the credit or blame for results. In the case of this election year we also have 452 barnacles in Congress to think about and none of them are above shame.

Food for thought.

I’m just saying.