Odd Bits

Just some random links, maybe you can find meaning in them.

Two rabbis kneecapped in Los Angeles

No charges against former General Manager of Bldg and Safety

Elliott Broidy Pension Corruption

Broidy connections

Los Angeles money laundering and the Israel connection

So if you read the articles and the prior ones on pensions a picture emerges. An odd picture to be sure. There appears to be government pension money going to investments in Israel including the pension for the City of Los Angeles. The investments fail to the tune of $350 million and no investigation is done.

At the same time, Los Angeles was being used as a major source for money laundering, again, going back to Israel. The Prime Minister in Israel who brought the pension funds over is hiding in Spain and is being charged with corruption in Israel.

As things were unfolding, kidnappings and kneecappings are going on. Who knows what and who is talking? Well, Mr. Broidy is talking. Seeing as he moved hundreds of millions of dollars, he might be saying interesting things. It is funny how most of these people invested in politiicians. Heck, Broidy was a major supporter of the governor and the Mayor.

How does someone, anyone, justify receiving over $200 million just for making introductions. Mr. Villalobos. If you clicked the link, you now know that Mr. Villalobos was a Deputy Mayor under Riordan. Another tie between CalPers and the City of Los Angeles retirment systems. Another tie to another man who is investigated for corruption.

Public funds are the next Madoff

By the way, this is not some stupid "Jewish" conspiracy. This is international corruption and the players are all over. When the pension investigations are over, you will find that every religious and non-religious group was involved. It is about greed and corruption.

The people involved were less concerned about nationality and religion than they were with money. The people who took kickbacks, the pension board members, the businesses, they represented a wide range of interests.

What is amusing is that what finally broke the story was money from the pensions going to Peggy Lipton, an actress and funding a film she made. What is the nature of corruption?

Corruption is a moral fault, it is allowing oneself to do as one pleases and not worrying how it impacts others, it is the heart of the rat race. We do know right from wrong, we feel it in our hearts. Greed and lust go together and lead to corruption. Wherever I find one, I find the other.

The solution to corruption can either be a lack of privacy and close control or a change in our ways. People do not start out as adulterers or liars or thieves, they work towards it over years. They give up boundaries in exchange for treasure. The bible says something about where ones true heart is there also is what they treasure. What do you treasure?

We should treasure one another and doing what is best for all. Do you? What do you treasure? You can figure it out by looking at what you protect and seek. Excuses do not change the reality of what we seek. Coming up with justifications for why we seek it does not change WHAT we seek. It is a matter of trade offs.

Dogs do not know the differance between right and wrong. They merely know what they like and have to do to get it. They like cookies and don't like being hit. People can rise above that and live by intent. It just takes the willingness and want.

What happens when we all do as we wish and don't worry about each other. It becomes a competition of the most corrupt and a brutal world.

What a week

I need a break, I am glad tomorrow is Monday and I can go to work. Picked up someone's child, 800 miles round trip and two days. Got home and had to help a family member because of another familiy members illness. Got home, today, after some people came by to view my house which just went on the market, then I had to calm down a myriad of people having personal issues. Tell me where God said this is just like Club Med. LOL.

I have too much road rust in my head, too little sleep, too many things going on at one time and too little sense. I think everything is going fine. I have ten people sleeping in my house tonight. I do have a tendency to take on more than I should. Oh well, you only go around once in life, do it with heart and love. You only get one chance to be a better person.

Just rambling, I do that sometimes. I haven't had a chance to read all my news sources. I hate that. I feel retarded and off schedule. I try to read at least 20 news sources a day, not every word, just all the headlines and some of the articles. The funny thing is that the papers all carry the same articles mostly. I am more interested in the local stuff across the world.

I don't need to read so many newsources, I know what time it is, it just is part of my routine and I like consistency. Haven't been able to listen to my music for four days, I am tonight. Consistency. My life is a circus; but, somethings I try to do each day.

A young man, the one I picked up, is in my house with his mother tonight. He has a place to stay. When the realtor came by to show the house today I was with my relative. I was away. When I returned the young boy said he didn't like the people who looked at the house. He had lost his home, that is why he is here. I understood what was on his mind, he was worried he would lose his place to live.

Imagine being a ten year old boy who has had to move away from his father to be with his mother who is living in someone else's house. How secure would you feel? I understood his fears. I called mother into my room to have a discussion. I offerred to take the boy with me when I move if she does not have a place. I won't even date women with kids or the ability to have any. Shoot me.

I cannot take everyone with me, I cannot assure everyone a place to stay. I can make sure that one little boy is covered. Crap, when do I get a break? What does it matter, I have the chance to be the better me. After speaking to the mother, I took the boy aside and spoke to him as an adult. I told him that he would never go without a place to stay if I were alive. Shoot me, I will buy the bullets.

I am 50 frickin years old and just made a commitment to a ten year old. I will keep it because I said it, I knew what I said when I said it. Someone had to and nobody else could. This world is not Club Med; but, I thought we could get some vacation time if we did what the world asked of us. I was wrong.

Someday perhaps I will find love. Perhaps, somebody will connect with me in a way that I do not have to fear. There is one I miss so much. She is the dangerous type to be sure. Someone who will only tell the truth, someone who will risk it all for another because it is the right thing to do. I still have hope there are others that will do the right thing for the right reason. I read about one today.

So, there was this golfer. He was about to win his first PGA tournament. He called a penalty on himself. If he had not, he would have won. He did the right thing, he called a penalty on himself. He admitted he had made a mistake, it cost him about $600,000; but, more importantly it cost him the win, the record book, the endorsements, the fame. He did the right thing for the right reason.

Too many people take the easy way out, too many look after themselves first. I want to take the easy way out, I want to be selfish; but, I want to be a better me more than I want comfort. I have a friend named Debbie, she is an amazing women, gives to everyone when she has nothing to give, she is an inspiration. I pray for her, I pray for God to bless her and smite her enemies, those who would deceive her. I hope she reads this.

There are still good people in this world. She is one and I know others, I try to be like them. I fail miserably. It is not about failure of success, it is about honestly trying. I can do that. So can you. So did that golfer. It is not about being a saint, it is about trying and failing and trying again.

I bet I fail tomorrow, I bet I failed at something today. I tried, I tried as best I could given today. Not perfect, not what I could have done if I were 20 years younger and with less road rust on my worthless ass. I did try, that is the best I had. I believe God gives credit for trying, I think that is all we have to do, not justify, not explain, try.

OH my gosh. My daughter just came in my room a few minutes ago. I told her what I did about the boy. She hugged me. I cried. She asked me if I thought she had a heart of shit and agreed with my decision. I cried again. Pretty cool to have such a daughter. I need to go to bed. May God hold you all in his hands, he does me.

Long two days

Just got home a short while ago. Brought someone's kid back with me for them. 6 1/2 hours on the road. Lots of dust in my head and brain. You know how you can feel after driving day and night. Fuzzy and dusty. A desert in your brain with some cat piss for good measure. Should have slept more last night.

It was nice to reunite a mother and her son. I tried to make him feel comfortable. His father lost his job and has no place to stay so he was brought back to his mother. The mother just got a place to stay. Lots of people losing jobs and needing places to stay, lots of children being shuffled. This happened before.

Problem with road rust is that you get over tired and can't sleep. That is where I am. When I do fall asleep I will sleep for a day or four hours, lets hope it is for a day. Got two calls, one was just continuing bad news about someone who is sick, the other was bad news about my pension. I felt bad about the first and laughed about the second.

I sat down to read some news. Read about the volcano explosion. Laughed at the writers, for the last two weeks they have been saying how there has been no increase in earthquakes, now they are saying there is an increase and all these events are interconnected. Make up your minds. They are like stock brokers, what ever the market does they say they knew was gonna happen; but, they lost you money.

Next article on are you dumb enough to believe the bullshit you are being fed. The Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio was grafittied by unknown assailants. The statue sits atop 2,300 feet on the top of Mount Concordia in Rio De Janeiro. The road had been washed out and people were not allowed to drive up it. The statue was covered with construction scaffolding, I am confused. Who put up the scaffolding and why do it before the road was fixed. In either case, who are we to believe put the grafitti on the statue, kids?

Now, you have to understand that anyone living in Rio would know that the whole country would not stop until they were caught. The grafitti said, "When the cats away the mice will play". Nobody in Rio is dumb enough to believe that marking the statue would help their political cause. It could only hurt it.

Finally, a Catholic church commissioned a crucifix that appears to have a erect penis. That is what the parishioners say, you check out the picture and say if the artist knew or did not know what they were doing. A Mockery.

We will skip how Elton John said Jesus was gay. We will skip all the other things that have been tossed at Jesus the past few weeks. They are all coincidences. At what time do things become a pattern? I say one is an anomaly, two is a coincidence, after that we have a pattern. Thats what the scientists finally said about the earthquakes and volcanos. It is science. LOL.

Please do not think that just because I haven't slept and am overly tired that I cannot string two absolutely differant things to make one point. The point is simple. Things may or may not be connected, at what point do the coincidences deserve attention and investigation. Pick a number than live by it.

I had a very nice conversation with the mother of the little boy I picked up. We talked about how things work. She worked at a prison, told me some things. Things are not the way we want to believe they are and lying to ourselves or thinking the best is garbage. Heck, I don't want to think my neighbor abuses his kids; however, if I see evidence of it I will not turn my head. That is self centered and garbage. It defines you.

I am home. I want to listen to music and be stupid. I want to wait for sleep to take me away, I want to feel tired. Perhaps I will. Be well.

Darnit, I forget something else. I had to go north to pick up a ladies son. It worked for me because I have wanted to see the Rosicrucian Museum. A very interesting place. The setting is San Jose, a lovely town, the buildings are very interesting. The staff were all excellent and very pleasant. Young kids, trying to learn about Egyptology. That is not the purpose of the museum.

The Rosicrucians use the sybolism of Christianity to teach gnosticism. I wanted to see how they reconciled such things. Their explanation, in their books, was that Jesus was an ascended master of the myster Babylon school of religion. Their complex was amazing, millions of dollars, I asked myself who paid for it? I mean how many Rosicrucians do you know?

When you find groups who you don't know a member of, it should speak to you, you are not one of them. You do not get the hidden secrets, you are not worthy. Hmmmm. That is the problem with all secret societies, for me. When you don't tell your friends that you are part of an organization, you must ask yourself if you should join such a group. I like what Groucho said, "I would never join any organization that would have someone like me as a member".

Brave New World

In England, the Times is reporting that within as few as three years it will be possible to have babies born with three parents. They would take two eggs and blend them, the sperm would be from one parent. They say it would prevent one hundred birth defects a year.

Building a better baby

What other "defects" will they correct. We know they want to "cure" autism. As someone with Aspergers, I don't need no damn cure. Who decides what is a defect? I have poor eyesight, I wear glasses. I will not get laser surgery. As a result of stress I had central serus retonopathy. I had never heard of it either. It means my body created too much cortizol (something like that) and it came out my left eye creating a permanent tear in the back of the eye.

My understanding is that my left eye will never work right again and it cannot be fixed. Big deal. So what. I can still see. Plastic breasts, liposuction, face lifts, that is how we squander our doctor's time. They say we do not have enough doctors, how bout if the ones we had spent their time healing rather than changing us.

Do you really think that tens of millions of dollars were spent so that people could have three parents to prevent 100 birth defects a year. It is an excuse to justify the real agenda. The real agenda is to be little gods, to engineer the future of man. That is dangerous.

As this technology progresses, will the government allow you to have children who are not "perfect"? What happens when all "birth defects" can be prevented? With universal healthcare, will you be allowed to place the "burden" of an imperfect child on society. Read up on the history of planned parenthood and its beginnings.

China had a one child policy, as a result it has more men than women. Female babies were often aborted in favor of male children. Societal engineering is fascism. It is the loss of rights. It is an abomination. Who decides, it won't be you or I.

Twits on twitter

I have written about privacy before. The library of congress is now going to archive every public writing posted to twitter. The need is non-existent. Your tweets are now and forever public record. Will that impact what people say in the future? I think so.

Twits

Chastity

How do you like that for a title. LOL. I wrote about it on a website once, created more anger than anything else I ever wrote and as any casual reader must admit, I can create conflict.

No sex for Lady Gaga

The post I wrote on the other site asked a simple question. Would you be with someone who said no sex until you were married? The question was received with pure hate and accusations. I was not recommending it or vilifying those who were not abstinet. Just a question.

I have chaste for something like 3 1/2 years. No biggie, had opportunities, turned them down. The ex did not turn me off to sex, just to being with people who don't take relationships seriously. There was a time when if you had sex with someone, you had to marry them. There was a reason for this. Sex is about more than the experience.

Sex is an opportunity. An opportunity to totally envelope yourself in another. It is a chance to know that you are not alone in this world. To feel anothers body as your own, to breathe in all that they are (something a friend said). To achieve this goal you must be more focused on your partner than yourself and they must be more focused on yourself than theirselves.

You may ask what the differance is. It is simple, you get to enjoy their joy and your own. You can respond to their twitches and they respond to yours, it can be a form of communication rather than just an act. Relationships can be that way.

So, chastity, the willing non-fun of sex, the refusal to have sex until you are convinced that you are with the right person. Why does the thought of that upset people? Hmmmm. Because they are denied the privledge of having sex with whoever they want if some refuse on moral grounds.

I dated a woman, she was very nice, very intelligent, very pretty and very engaging. I liked her a lot. On the third date she wanted sex. I explained that I was waiting until I met someone who wanted to be in a committed relationship with me. Blew her mind. I explained that I did in fact find her very beautiful, I did; but, I wanted commitment and neither of us knew what we wanted of each other yet.

One of my daughters thought I should wait five years. I think something about how long it takes to get over a divorce. One of my daughters did not think I needed to wait at all. The last daughter just wanted me to be ready and happy.

It is funny to me that people have an opinion about when I should be with someone again. I have an intent, my intent is to find true love. I actually believe it exists. I will find it and not be satisfied until I do.

As people, we tend to rush to the cookie. We tend to take pleasure as soon as we can. There is always a price for this. We cease being in charge of our decisions as we base them on who is putting out cookies, we are controlled when this occurs. We want what we want when we want it. We want immediate satisfaction. We we are not orgasmic, we are being denied. That is the thinking of the world. Not mine.

How well can we control our urges? It matters not what the urge is, sex, food, sleep, money, fame.... What does it matter what the urge is? How do we approach it, can we be patient? Can we earn it? Can we be honest in our pursuit of it? How we approach our urges is the definition of who we are, it is the test of faith, it is our proof of self.

Tougher question. How do we prove to another that they are special to us? If I sleep with everyone, how will that special person know they are special? How can they know in advance that I will be committed, that commitment is what I seek?

To some chastity is not about a lack of sex, it is about a commitment to the person to come. It is an evidence that when you are in a relationship, it will be your priority. Not a game, not a fetish, not a rule, an evidence. How can talking about not having sex be so controversial. Only if it is not about sex, it is about something else, it is about commitment, cleaving as one.

Now, apply everything I said above to society and see what you get.

Throwing Out Stuff

So I am throwing out 50 years of stuff. Some of it causes memories, most of it doesn't. It is amazing how much stuff I am throwing out. It is bizarre the memories that it causes.

One of the things I came across was an aniversary card from the ex. It was our 21st anniversary. She said that she planned on treating the coming year in a new way. She did, she had an affair. I guess that was differant. Felt differant.

While writing this, four people have interrupted me. They are all younger and staying with me. One is three years old, she only staying the night with her father who is visiting us. The cute little girl decided she would call me "Old Fart" the first time she met me. LOL. She calls her uncle that. It is her way of saying she feels safe around me. I like that.

She came up to my room and interrupted me to say thank you for getting her ice cream. I had been cleaning my room and she wanted to look around. She asked me how I shaved and asked me why I had a hairbrush when I had no hair. Her father grimaced when she asked me that. I thought it was great, she asked a truthful question. She saw the world for what it was, hasn't learned to lie yet. Hope she doesn't.

I showed her a picture I found of my family, when there was one, and my daughter. My daughter was about six in the picture, She is 21 and dating the little girl's father. I don't think she understood it was the same person. People change. I changed.

I do hope my writing amuses. It is nice to get things out and to write. I like writing, I like the freedom it gives me and it helps me to organize my thoughts. I think I am fairly good at it. In the end it is for the reader to decide. There is a French Director named Jean Cocteau. I never really cared for his movies; but, he is considered one of the greats. He said art can only be judged by the impact it has on the recipient. I agree.

Are blogs art? They can be, it is a matter of intent. My intent is multilayered. On occassion I write to be artful; but, not to create art. What than is my writing. Inconsistent.

Well, I did not do what I had intended. I did not write a melancholy piece on memories. Nope, not to be. Instead I had a bunch of young people interrupt me to request that I spend time with them. People in their 20s and as young as three want my company. Pretty good for an old fart. Be well.