"NO HAYE BASTARD"

Just to let people know...

"NO HAYE BASTARD!! There is no bastard!"

We are moving to the "Evolving Souls Club", if you would care to join us.

http://www.networkedblogs.com/blog/evolving_souls_club/

If not, I wish you peace, love, health happiness and freedom from the bastards of the world.

And I 'aint one of them anymore...

JWA

BASTARD NO MORE!!

Did I mention, I'm not a 'Bastard' any more?

I'm an 'Evolving Soul'.

It might be as simple as saying the words, and stating my intention.

The 'Bastard' held me back.

And now I am free. Free to grow, and evolve- as was always intended for me.

Free now, to join the other evolving souls, just like me.

I know you can live without me, but I need you.

There, I said it. It 'aint easy saying it out loud, but it's true.

I need you. I need love, and you are love.

Would you honour me with your company, as we proceed onward, and upward to transcendence?

http://evolvingsoulsclub.blogspot.com/2009/09/bastard-no-more.html

Thank you, all my friends.

You KNOW I would not have made it this far without you...

Love and Peace,

JWA

VIGILANT BASTARD

Vigilance is so important for a bastard.

Especially if he no longer wants to be one.

The thing is, I have had a lot of feedback lately- from men and women- about all the ladies who respond to my comments.

As if I have my own boudoir.

One lady said to me, only an hour ago, that she would 'let me go so I can talk to all my ladies'.

And frankly, it bothers me. Actually, it hurts a bit.

Why? Because it is not why I am here.

And it renders all the work I have done on myself, all the work I am doing now on this blog completely and utterly futile.

It is not what I am about.

When I post, I am not 'hanging out with my lady fans', I am not 'fishing for compliments', sucking up to women, or looking for dates.

I am here to work on myself.

I like to have a little bit fun doing it along the way- Hell, that is my nature, and we can't work all the time- but I am here to do my man's work.

A real man's work.

Rest assured, I am NOT here to assemble an appreciation society.

If you knew me, you would know how ashamed I am of myself, and the way I have treated women in the past; and I am working, each day, to rectify that.

And it makes it so much harder when people say 'look at all the ladies who run to his comments'!

That does not honour you, or me.

I wouldn't mind if it was the occasional joke, but I have received a number of emails and notes commenting on my 'lady friends', as if I were King Faruk.

And It would go to my head, if I let it.

Because, mark my words, if you have ever met a bastard, that is what bastards do.

Take advantage of the alleged 'adulation'.

And before long, they treat the woman like shit, and take them for granted.

That is not what I want, for myself, or for you.

I am here for a much different- and much more difficult reason.

To be a better man- to myself and my fellow man. And woman.

It's not as if this hasn't come up before; I have been posting consistently for quite a few months now, and I have experienced this charge several times.

About all 'my ladies'.

If I was a bastard, I would revel in that. I am only flesh and blood.

But I cannot be sucked into that pattern...not again.

Over time, I have noticed many women come and go. If I do not pay them enough attention, then they leave. They might leave for other reasons as well, but I do sense if I am not attentive enough to some of them, they do occasionally tend to get their nose out of joint, and walk away.

That is sad, because we could learn so much from each other.

Yes. I like women.

But I am not here to curry favour with them, per se.

Any particular one over another. Each and every person who comes and leaves a comment, honours me when they do so. And to start favouring one over the other is bogus.

That would be cutting my own throat; believe me.

It serves none of us, and sullies my own chosen calling.

I posted my comment about my behaviour on a social media site, in response to the recent comments about my 'harem'.

It is my way of resisting temptation to revel in myself, and my own hype; it is my way of keeping my 'eyes on the prize', and to transcend to a better, higher place.

You might recall, I made a post about the 'X Rated' Bastard.

And no one was particularly interested. Which suits me, as it is not my thing.

But I felt I had to at least write it.

Why?

Because the other night, I was having profound sexual fantasies about one woman in particular.

That is OK; I am only human, and it is a normal emotion, but I cannot allow it to control me.

It is so easy to lose your way. Fall back into old habits.

I had to come to terms with my sexual urges, and resist them, and then write about them.

Because they are NOT appropriate to the work I am doing.

I am not here to date, or have virtual sex with anyone.

I can get dates in the real world just fine, thank you very much.

What am I going to do? Drop everything, and fly over the water to see someone on the strength of a nice profile shot and an erection?

Don't think I haven't before. And it usually ends in tears.

It is not real. It is not a genuine emotion, or inclination built on mutual respect or love.

It is plain LUST. And it is so easy to be sidetracked here on the Internet.

All I can do is be honest about it as it comes up...and get over it. Not deny it, or revel in it, or let it lead me by the dick to strange lands on a wing and a randy prayer.

Mark me, It would be a disaster. And I would be right back where I started.

All that ground to make up again.

Because of a whim.

It is not real; it is a fairy bread house built on whipped cream.

And it is not why I am here.

It does not serve my higher being.

I wrote my X rated blog not to be evocative, but to be honest with myself; and in keeping with my goal of accountability, I offered the blog to my usual readers.

To not do so would be dishonest.

There was no interest, thankfully; and now the blog in question is gone, I have put the natural- but quite inappropriate- inclination behind me, I have taken a good look at myself and my true intentions, and I have moved on.

At least, I continue to try to move on- if people will let me.

No offence; but this is a process, and I need you to help me keep my intentions pure and to help me stay on track. And you all do, for the most part.

But I refuse to buy into the bullshit- which, like most bullshit, can be very seductive- that I am in charge of some virtual hen house.

That honours none of us.

It's about choices. Each day. Choices that serve my higher self. And choices that serve my friends, and my community at large.

And that is why jokes about my 'women' does not help matters.

Sorry to be serious all of a sudden, but being a better man IS serious to me.

I like a joke, like anyone, but ribbing me about 'my ladies' simply does not help me.

It pulls me back; to my lower self.

I know you understand this. I KNOW you do. Each of you knows what I am trying to do, and I appreciate that those who spoke in this way were just having a little joke, but...

And the comments were not only from women; some of the comments were from men. Like I am working on a nest of groupies.

That is so far from my higher purpose, it almost causes me to give up.

Almost.

I am not surprised at the men.

I seldom see men on my thread, and when I do, it is generally to criticise my work.

Not always, but generally.

Why? Your guess is as good as mine. Jealousy does spring to mind. People tend to be jealous when a person tries to better himself, and finds some support in the process.

Men don't seem to call by as much as women. I have a great number of men followers, but very few have helpful, productive comments. But the women almost always do.

Why is that?

Good question. Are you surprised? I'm not.

Men are not as into this as women, as a rule. We are brought up to keep this kind of thing to ourselves. And when we do open up...it can be fraught on all sides by temptation, and criticism. This is truly hard work. I'm not surprised more men don't do it.

It is bloody hard.

And that is why I appreciate and value my help, and worry about the careless comments.

I need you on message as much as I need me to be.

Or together, we will get nowhere.

I have learnt to value the help of women.

Women do help; they have always helped me in my life, so much more than men- on the rare occasions I was present enough, prescient enough, to take full advantage of that help.

Women can and will help us, if only we ask.

I think, deep down, men are not comfortable with the way I value women.

I love them, I love their positive energy, and I love their wisdom, and intuition.

I always identified and loved female energy- ever since I was a little boy.

'Give me the child...' and so on.

But I lost that, as I got older. And I treated women like shit.

Now, I am making another choice.

Being a better man, making better choices, and you are all helping me with that.

Should it really matter what sex you are? Not to me.

That you are here, listening to me, helping me, guiding me...

Is MORE than enough.

I think women are always available to help we men get in touch with our feelings.

All we have to do is ask; and you respond.

You have responded.

I do value men, and masculine pursuits, of course.

I have those chemicals too; Hell, I love doing boy stuff!! I watched "The Punisher"- a decidedly boyish flick- with my mates the other night, and loved it!

But men are not drawn to this kind of work as much.

Why, would only be speculation.

Much like why most of my respondents are from the States.

Why is that? Why do so few of my own country men participate?

Is it because people in the US are more open to this kind of thing? More progressive in their thinking, more receptive to personal development?

I'm not sure. It would only be speculation.

But I can't worry about my audience, my actual audience, my potential audience, etc.

Keeping that kind of ledger is not for me. I don't keep score, or run inventory.

I don't 'take stock'! You are human beings, for heaven's sake! Not soap powder!

My job is to be a better human being. And my friends are not commodities.

I am not here to date, or to build up a fan base of ladies. I am here to work on being a better fellow, and less of a bastard.

Most women seem to understand the value of that; not all, but most.

And they help.

From time to time, I do what is known as 'flirting'. To me, it is just being affable.

I see a great deal of value in ladies as friends, and saying nice things to and about women is my way of focusing the attention off myself and onto them.

It is my way of saying 'how are you'? 'I am very glad to see you'. 'You make me feel good just by being here'. 'I value your company, and I think you are a very worthy, intelligent, and attractive human being, and you inspire me with your input.'

And when I say nice things, I MEAN them! Not sucking up, or fishing for anything.

I SIMPLY MEAN IT.

In a world of LIES, this is how a person gets things done, and done well; by getting into the habit of being AUTHENTIC.

So I always try to be pleasant, humorous, respectful, encouraging, even flattering if the situation calls for it.

Would it be better if I was nasty?

NOT ON YOUR LIFE!! Not this little black duck!!

But I'm not trawling, either.

Or dating. I am simply not here for that.

I have had no problem getting women. A lot of women. But getting them, 'aint loving them. Or respecting them.

I know that from experience.

I am here to learn, and to improve, and to live well. To be a better man, and a better servant to my community.

And the women who I call friends...

They truly help.

Not only are the women in my life very decent, very beautiful human beings...

They also help me a great deal; more than I can ever say.

And it would dishonour them- and myself- to reduce them to the state of sexual playthings. On line, or in the flesh.

And to the men who criticise me for working well with women? Many men would rather curse the darkness than light a candle. That is why we love war so much.

I am about peace, and reconciliation.

If the men- or indeed anyone- would rather bitch about me, or my 'posse of women'- then they can go and do it somewhere else. It is not helpful. Or respectful.

I...indeed, WE- all who walk with me in this quest- are headed in a much different, far higher direction, for a more wholesome, peaceful, loving destination.

But unless I am vigilant about my intentions, unless I monitor my conduct at regular intervals, and unless I take care not to fall into my old ways...or fall prey to my base nature...

Then I will fail.

I will fail you, I will fail me, I will fail my community, my species, and my beloved world.

And that simply will not do.

Peace, love, and my eternal thanks...

JWA

'X' RATED BASTARD

Dear Readers,

I did have a post prepared for last night, but was unable to access either my blogging function, or anything else, for that matter...except for my libido.

OK, so I couldn't ignore it forever; I'm a man, flesh and blood, and there was such a strange sexual energy going on last night...so strong, I felt compelled to write about it.

The only problem is, that although it is not hard core porn- I have never written erotica before-it is quite racey, and might not be appropriate to deliver through the customary channels.

But, given that it is truthful, and seems to be related to my general theme of uncovering masculine truth, I should in my customary candour, include it.

Not wanting to make a big deal of it, rather than engaging all the checks and controls required on the blog function when posting such material, I simply offer it to those who feel they can handle the material. Simply email me at the following address...

richardjwarden@hotmail.com

And when/if there are enough requests, I will post the blog at midnight tonight Australian time.

Otherwise, it will be business as usual tomorrow...

Best wishes, love, light and truth,

JWA

BASTARD VOODOO

I'm learning, to come to terms with the drama- the fictional battles we invent, when we should be fighting the real battles.

While the 'fragile' (me included) are nursing their bruised egos, people out there are dying.

For nothing.

We need to get over the dramas we create.

If we can.

The fiction. It aint helping.

These are indeed 'fictitious times', Thank you for the reminder, Mike Moore.

I think now is as good a time as any to get back in touch with reality, by teasing out the fiction.

You know I was a liar.

I am coming into the truth.

Like I said, (and like RFK said the other day...) when you do this, you will encounter resistance.

Most have been positive.

Some have said, 'I could never do that, tell my stuff to the world'.

Well, it's no picnic for me, either.

A couple of people have been kind enough to tell me they have been inspired to tell their stories, and that is good. I said if I touched a couple of people, then it was worth doing.

I could pack in, now, but the trouble is, I still have a way to go to pull this all together for myself. Looking at my notes, I have what looks like a few more months.

My only suggestion to people is to tell the story, by all means, but we have to remember not to dwell on it. Keep moving forward to a better place.

Try to. I mean, I know it 'aint easy. It is so hard not to be distracted by the dramas of life.

People want to pull you into all sorts of crap on a daily basis, and somehow...

Somehow you have to...

I noticed if you keep your head, and stand firm against all the drama, and check with your own heart and soul- reconnect with what is IMPORTANT to you...

Then you can use these petty dramas to find a better way to live.

It really does...

The bullshit and the drama and all the people trying to fuck with you, criticise you, and force you off track, insult and test you...

They can really help you define yourself.

In a way, it is that...the day to day crap- along with the process of sifting through your stuff, finding where you came unstuck, and finding a few hints for moving onward- is what the process seems to be all about.

Putting a few plans into place to use what has been uncovered, to better yourself, and the people around you, and then you might have some sense of what to do about the ills of the world.

I am trying to tease all my stuff out, so I can draw some conclusions about why the world is the way it is, and I am going with the theory that what is wrong with me, accounts for what is wrong with the world, writ large.

Lofty ambitions?

Arrogant?

Maybe. Hell. Don't think I don't worry about that all the time.

When people tell me I am 'up myself', or a 'hypocrite', when I fight each and every day to be just as truthful about MY faults as the faults of the world...

And it still doesn't convince people...

Christ, you know it 'aint easy. Almost feel like giving up.

But you have to ignore those people, and their agenda, and move on.

And remember, this is not for everyone.

Some people are private.

I can dig that.

As I endure the barrage of flack from people who don't get what I am doing...

Or why I am doing it...

I wish I had been private.

But I owe it to you- to society- to be a better man.

That's it. The bottom line.

I'm not here for a buck. I'll figure out down the line getting the money back in again WHEN I have defined myself more accurately.

In line with my true, inner being.

I have tried making a buck through lies.

Doing and being what I am not.

And I have disgraced myself.

I owe you better; I owe myself, and the world at large, much MUCH better.

I tried the short cut.

I tried keeping it in.

And went mental.

Doesn't work.

I saw my father try to keep it in, 'like a man', and saw him destroy himself.

Oh yeah; it came out in the end.

All over the place.

So I KNOW it is better to let it out. (for me)

I posted something

I like it when people are open about their lives here.

It's a release.

Healthy.

I do it for release.

Like running.

Why get a shrink, when we can work it out ourselves here?

Chris asked the other day what 'Head Shrinker' meant.

I told him I believed it was an American term used to associate Psychiatry with the practice of Voodoo. Head shrinking is also a voodoo practice, and do reflect people's mistrust of psychiatry, it seemed an apt terms.

To me, neither is any stranger than the other.

It is just that psychiatry has been hijacked by the 'experts'.

I have had zero benefit from psychiatry.

So let's take over that work ourselves.

We are just as capable of doing it ourselves.

Voodoo is the spirituality of the people.

Anyone can participate.

The same goes for the 'head shrinking'.

All we have to do it be honest.

With each other.

Right here.

Why not??

What is the big mystery?

Like I have posted before...there are no more secrets.

Big Brother is watching; someone, somewhere has a file on you.

There is little you know, that they don't.

So what's with the big mystery?

Let it out, for better mental health!

So let's do do that vodoo that we do so well, and work it out ourselves.

TAKE A LOAD OFF, BASTARD...

I'm actually kind of glad I was told I was 'up myself', because once I got over the crybaby shit, I realised it connected with where I wanted to go with today's blog.


Is it just drama?


Actually, no, because this is how a badly drawn, ill defined boy defines himself.

Draws himself.

You know that line in the sand? We all have it; I think most of agree on things like the exploitation of children.

I don't have many rules on FB, or on my blog, but here are a couple I hold dear. Most of you have heard them before- I have blogged about them. They go a long way to defining who I am, and what I will not stand for tends to say a lot about me.


People who insult others...repeatedly?

Gone.


People who refuse to use their brain? (unless they are joking) My recent purging of evangelists is in line with my policy on people not using their brains.

Gone.

People who harass others?

Gone.


People who advertise on my thread?

Gone.

Zero tolerance. Particularly the last one.

People who want to flog their wares, and profile the companies who make money from it 'ain't my cup of tea. Like the person who advertised a certain publishing company on my thread.

And then sent a hench woman to make insults on my home page.

To teach me a lesson.

Zero tolerance for anyone here to flog their books, seminars, T-shirts...whatever.

ESPECIALLY without my permission.

The excuse; 'I was profiling the illness...'

Sure. No problem with that. But keep yr commercial arrangements to yourself.

I had an illness...lots of illnesses.

But I'm not here to put 'em in a book and sell them.

I give my shit away for free. I'm not here to make a buck. I consider myself lucky people listen to me; I'll be damned if I'm going to look at this as if I'm doing society some kind of favour.

I do this because I OWE it to you, as fellow citizens, to get MY shit together. And you HELP ME, every time you call by.

I'll be fucked if I'm going to sell you things, or let anyone else sell you things, without my permission. And I'll be fucked if I'm going to act as if some corporation is doing the world a giant favour by publishing the book.

They are a business, like any other. Spreading the word on mental health? There are thousands upon thousands of people doing that for free. I'm proud to be one of them.

We don't need some corporation to tell us how to do it, and fleece the punters.

The mentioned company are not doing anything out of the goodness of their heart.

They are looking to make a profit.

If the company in question wants to contact me, and advertise on my blog, or my page, and if they are willing to kick in the funds to help kids with AIDS in the Sudan...

Then we can talk about it.

But until then...my page 'ain't no free ride for any corporations. As if we don't have enough fucking advertising bombarding us without that kind of crap on our threads!

Fuck that. It is rude, and it is wrong.

People keep seeing that kind of crap on my wall...being hard sold stuff when they visit...they won't be visiting much longer.

My stuff is for free. Period. And it will continue to be.


And anyone thinking of moseying by and peddling your wares without asking me, regardless of the subject matter, zap. You are gone. Zero tolerance for hawkers.

I don't care if you have found someone who will publish your cure for AIDS, yr cure for Swine Flu, or a solution for what to do with that 'bottom arm' when you are cuddling your partner in bed.

I don't care. You want to sell it, ask me first.

Share yr experiences for free, by all means, but a link to a book that has to be paid for, on a site that will not tolerate profiteering, is bad poison.

Enough.

Actually, it was a person in cahoots with the book peddler who told me 'I was up myself', and it really rubbed salt into the wound. I was up myself because I would not allow advertising.

It hurt, and I wanted to slink off for a while, but then I thought, why should I hide?

I didn't do anything wrong!!

Because this is the way I define myself!

This is my line in the sand. My moral yardstick!

I don't have to negotiate that with anybody!

A couple of flies in the ointment, and I get a broken heart!

What? What is that??

What is it, that so many people have said nice things to me, and I listen to the couple of insults?


What is that? I'm asking?


Can anyone explain?


As a cop, I was shat on shot at, stabbed, etc...sticks and stones...why do 'names' hurt me??


The point is, they should not.


I said the other day, if you believe yr message, and in yourself, nothing else is needed.


And yet...the way others feel about me seems to be a stone in my shoe.


While I define myself, I should take a look at that.


If I piss myself and moan every time I am insulted...


I won't get far.


Learning how to deal with hate is part of the process.


If I cry when someone calls me names, and if I buckle when someone challenges me...


What good will I be?


None.


We don't need another crybaby.


Drama.


Someone chatted with me today about something I said that offended them.


Hell, I chatted for a bit, then thought, fuck it.


I can't be responsible for every nose out of joint.


Fuck it. What am I, omnipotent? Responsible for every body's hurt feelings?

No. I care...all care, but limited liability.

If you don't like what I say, the way I say it, or why I say it...

Then zap me. I'm not perfect. I'm just a human, doing the best I can to make some severe changes in his life, and I make them with a mind to being a better member of society.

If you see me going off track...

(I don't mean having fun like the other night- I have to unwind occasionally, I'm only human- I mean going seriously off message...losing the plot.)


There was one lady last night who posted one of those 'tell me something about myself in a single word' thingies that people post when they need an ego boost.


I made fun of it. You might have read it.


And she took it in the spirit intended...


Fun. Old fashioned fun. A woman who clicked with me very quickly, got the fun, and rode with it. That really helps.


She did not go off in a huff when I had a little fun with her post.


People like her are the salt of the earth, goddamn it.


Not taking things too seriously.

That's my job- taking things too seriously. You fun lovers...help me out from time to time. It doesn't all have to be doom and gloom, does it??


One person simmered overnight, one went along with the fun.


Who am I? A simmering boy, or a fun boy??


I am tired of being a simmering boy.


Fun girl taught me something. And I am grateful.


She knows who she is.


Taught me something.


'Ain't that what we are here for?


Goddamn right.


So, buck up, Romeo.


Get over the drama, the antics, the performances, and move on.

THE BASTARD ASKS 'WHY'...

This one is for George, missing his loved one in Greece.

George, I know how it hurts. Hang in there, my brother.

In a bad way?

Ups and downs.

Right?

Sometimes it's OK, and you can get through the day, but nights??

Well, I don't know; you have yr own pain, but that is what it feels like to me.

Like Sting said in the song "Bed's Too Big Without You", 'Get through the day, but late at night, made love to my pillow, but it didn't feel right'...

I can dig that.

Those long nights.

I get in moods. We all do.

Actually, the thing about moods...

We all have them; highs and lows. And my lows have felt pretty low.

How do you know when you are simply given to moods, and when you are suffering a mental disorder? Fuck, man, sometimes you feel like you are losing yr mind.

See, I have been thinking about that lately, and they talk about Schizophrenics. I have a mate who says everyone is schizo.

Really? Isn't there more to it than just being moody?

Sometimes I wonder if the whole world is mad.

Then, I have fun like tonight, chatting with my friends on FB, and even if we are all a bit mad...

We can still have some fun occasionally.

It felt good.

See...

I was told I was depressing and moody today.

Well, I am pretty honest; if I think it, I post it. If I feel high, you will see it; if I'm low, you'll see that. Sometimes I'm nice, and sometimes I'm NASTY.

Human, right? Right??

That's what truth is about, I guess.

I feel it. And if I feel it, you see it here. Anything else is a front.

What good is that? That's not what I want from FB!!!

I want truth! Fellowship ! Community! Is that mad??

So, yeah...I am moody and depressed- I have a right.

There is much to lament. And I need to find others who feel the same.

But I have some fun too. And I like to find others who feel that way too.

Some cheeky fun.

You might have noticed; I have great highs, and great lows.

Does it mean I am...

You know Bi Polar disorder?

Am I that?

Or are these the usual mood fluctuations a human is supposed to experience?

How would you know?

Where is the line?

I missed a woman so much once, I literally lay on the floor and beat my fists into the carpet, howling like a baby. I was 25.

Is that mad?

Must have looked mad.

My moods can be extreme.

I am happy to accept the existence of Bi-Polar disorder, & respect those who have it. I have done quite a bit of research into the illness, & it seems to me...almost every human being I know exhibits some of the symptoms.

Bi Polar is something I feel I MIGHT have, but I don't.

Because if you research, you will find that there is much more to it.

But at what point are we emotional, and at what point, mentally ill?

I mean, you could argue the PLANET is bipolar! We are, and now we made the planet, and it is getting us back making us moreso!!

Possible? Or am I MAD??!!

If so, then is it any longer a disorder? Or SNAFU?

I had some people contact me about their illnesses. There were many responses.

They all sounded much like me.

(Except the one who tried to sell her book on my site as if I was Ebay. The nerve. Advertised the company and everything. I wonder how she would like me going to her thread, posting links for Coca Cola, or McDonalds.)

But most of the comments were helpful, and not at all mercenary.

I felt I had something in common with these people.

Like they were my tribe.

I don't like so called 'healthy' people.

My hero's are people who have been to hell and back.

Let me say something about moods.

They make you feel alive. Not always good, but alive...

Chatting over the last few days, I have noticed one criticism.


Well, two if you count the person who told me I was in a 'mood'.


(Wow! So this is all just a mood swing! My life's work is a chemical imbalance!)


Golly. Anyone else think this? Hands up?


If it is a mood swing, it has being going now nigh on a decade.


When I first saw Mike Moore, I guess. He might have his faults, but one thing stands clear- he made me, and a lot of other people, think.


He famously said (and I'm sure he wasn't the first) "DO SOMETHING!!"


And I think he is right.


I might be insane. But I feel in my heart I am on the right track. I simply have to be patient, and let my strategy unfold in the best way for me.


Mike said 'do something! even if you just write a letter'!


Well, for the moment, I am writing a letter, each day, and stimulating discussion.


To amuse myself?


Nope.


I posted this last night;


The toughest thing of all is not figuring out what's wrong with the world, but doing something about it. There is a yawning chasm between intention & action. We need to build our own bridge between the two- a sturdy, reliable, sustainable structure fashioned not of idle threats or procrastination, but of a solid plan of action- that we might cross that bridge with confidence and come to effect real change.


So I am formulating my plan.


If you want to crap on me, by all means. But it would be nice to let me finish.


Why don't you ask Peter Jackson to show you the "Hobbit"?


Sucked in. He can't, because Guillermo del Toro is directing it. (I only know because I just looked it out; that one has been dragging on so long...)


OK; then ask Guillermo del Toro to show you the film.


He hasn't finished.


I have a posse of core readers who have been hanging in there with me, and if they thought I was cluck cluck jibber jibber insane, they would tell me.


And I 'aint.


I am mad. Mad as Hell about what's happening to the world, and those who stymie the helpers, using superstitious mumbo jumbo, hypocrisy, and garden variety insults.


One persistent criticism; that I am being unrealistic.


Fuck you too.


Pardon my fucking French but Fuck you. This is no aberration; I mean it.


To those few who think I am being 'unrealistic', 'rude', 'moody', 'nuts', 'biting off more than I can chew', who tell me there is no way you can shift a humans 'hypocrisy', nor their propensity for 'lies' and 'self destruction', I say fuck you. With respect for your opinion.


Why can we not shift these things?


Like I said, who says we can't evolve??


Who says we can't make a difference?


Yes, it will be hard work, back breaking, heart wrenching work, but impossible??


Why? Who says so?


Who says we can't save our world??


I seem to be progressing. Yes, this is slow work- I would not write this blog- nor would people read it- for fun. But readers see the work I am doing, and they are working on themselves, and we all seem to be united by a common purpose.


Rather than putting shit on me the first week I started, the core group saw my intentions, realised it might take time, and they hung in there with me.


And they continue to do so.


We believe in each other, and believe we actually can make a difference...


We all seem to ask, in our own way, 'why not'?


"There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why... I dream of things that never were and ask why not."


Robert F. Kennedy was quoting George Bernard Shaw. I believe both parts are right; I ask why the world is the way it is, and I wonder why we cannot tell the truth, cannot shun hypocrisy, cannot end war, or hate, or fear, or anger.


"Oh, these are human traits. You can't change nature."


Really; is that not what evolution is based upon?


It is not only the Christians who shun the possibilities of evolution. A whole lot more non Christians say they believe in change, but when it comes to the crunch- sitting down, and formulating that 'bridge' between thought and action, they buckle.


Not judging them, but they do; they fall back on those things that have always imprisoned them- the notion that you can't change people or the world.


I ask why not?


In honour of Robert Kennedy here are a few more quotes to keep you motivated whilst I compose myself, before moving on.


"Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly."

"Few men are willing to brave the disapproval of their fellows, the censure of their colleagues, the wrath of society. Moral courage is a rarer commodity than bravery in battle or great intelligence. Yet it is the one essential, vital, quality for those who seek to change a world which yields most painfully to change."

"The sharpest criticism often goes hand in hand with the deepest idealism and love of country."

"Men without hope, resigned to despair and oppression, do not make revolutions. It is when expectation replaces submission, when despair is touched with the awareness of possibility, that the forces of human desire and the passion for justice are unloosed."


"Fear not the path of truth for the lack of people walking on it."

"Few will have the greatness to bend history; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total of all those acts will be written the history of this generation ... It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is thus shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance."


"Laws can embody standards; governments can enforce laws — but the final task is not a task for government. It is a task for each and every one of us. Every time we turn our heads the other way when we see the law flouted — when we tolerate what we know to be wrong — when we close our eyes and ears to the corrupt because we are too busy, or too frightened — when we fail to speak up and speak out — we strike a blow against freedom and decency and justice."


Unrealistic? Idealistic?


You be the judge.


Dangerous? Most certainly. As someone said to me, when I cited my hero Martin Luther King Jr, 'look what happened to him'.


I never said there might not be a price for trying to change things.


There might well be a price for asking 'why not'? And it could be death.


I also know sitting on the sofa and watching the TV and eating candy treats corrodes the mind and hardens the arteries.


Sitting still can be fatal.


Thinking can be fatal.


Asking can be fatal.


Trying...


Also can be fatal.


But I'm gonna do it anyway. I'm not afraid...


We are more powerful, each and every one of us, than most of us give our self credit of being. It was Goethe who said; "If you can imagine it, you can achieve it."


I'm not saying I'm perfect, but I'm trying. Please don't criticise me if you don't have all the facts. When I said I was dealing with hypocrisy in the last blog, and targeting Jesus freaks and hate mongers, one individual accused me of being a hypocrite, for not exposing my own hypocrisy. To my knowledge, I have done nothing BUT that since I started blogging.


He had no idea; he criticised me without even checking WHAT I do.


Ignorance is worse than hypocrisy. And an ignorant hypocrite...


I have done nothing here but expose my lies and hypocrisy.