Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make, as I couldn’t think less of you, no matter how hard I try.  I don’t have a modicum of respect for any of you and I would like to clearly state with absolute assurance that I don’t give a damn what happens to any of you.  Your death does not concern me in the least, as every man dies.  In the end, death comes for all of us and then we cease to exist.  Death will eventually come knocking on your door, and whether you go quietly into that good night or struggle, the result will be the same.  You may not see it coming, but it is inevitable and there is nothing that you can do about it, as when your number is up, it is time to die and even James Bond knows this.  You are not a customer in the bakery waiting for service, as when the grim reaper calls, or the Angel of Death, who is one of the 4 legendary Horsemen of the Apocalypse, then you must go.  I am not trying to be gloomy, insensitive, gruesome, grisly, or extreme, but death waits for no one and we all completely understand that we are mere mortals.  Your body will return to the dust that it came from, to make room for a new person to take your place.

Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge 232 where she asks us to consider writing about one of the 4 lines that she gives us and I chose line 3, which is “Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make”.

I Met an Indian Girl

‘Pearly Queen’ is a song by Traffic that was written by Jim Capaldi, and Steve Winwood and it was released on their eponymous 1968 second studio album and again on their 1994 album The Last Great Traffic Jam.  ‘Pearly Queen’ was also recorded by Eric Clapton and Steve Winwood on Eric Clapton’s Rainbow Concert in 1973 and Live From Madison Square Garden in 2009.  This is a fun song about a wine drinking gypsy who reveals this guy’s destiny.  This Indian girl makes him forget this troubled world, and he dreams about a pearly queen with flowers blooming around her feet.  Gypsies across the world originated from India and they worshiped Kali, a Hindu goddess who is considered to be the master of death, time and change.  It is believed that the various invasions in India and financial reasons led to the exodus of these tribes and eventually gypsies spread across the globe.  The gypsy language seemed to be different from the other European languages, so the Europeans thought that they came from Egypt, but they called themselves Roma.

This song may be a reference to female member of the Pearly Kings and Queens who would wear eye-catching outfits decorated with pearl as they raised funds for charity in the UK.  The Pearly Kings and Queens originated in 19th Century Victorian London, evolving from Coster Kings and Queens, who were elected as leaders of London’s Street traders.  These Street traders, or Costermongers were an important feature of London life but they were often hounded by the authorities & bureaucracy.  They developed a fashion for wearing pearls, sewing these pearls on their battered hand-me-down waistcoats, caps and working trousers.  A road sweeper and rat-catcher by the name of Henry Croft changed this look forever by smothering a worn-out dress suit & top hat with smoked pearl buttons, incorporating patterns, symbols and slogans, one of which was “All For Charity”.

I bought a sequined suit from a pearly queen
She could drink more wine than I’d ever seen
She had some gypsies’ blood flowing through her feet
And when the time was right she said that I would meet my destiny

I traveled round the world to find the sun
I couldn’t stop myself from having fun
And then one day I met an Indian girl
And she made me forget this troubled world we’re living in, yeah

I had a strange dream, in my hair
I saw a pearly queen lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two

I bought a sequined suit from a pearly queen
She could drink more wine than I’d ever seen
She had some gypsies’ blood flowing through her feet
And when the time was right she said that I would meet my destiny

I traveled round the world to find the sun
I couldn’t stop myself from having fun
Then one day I met an Indian girl
And she made me forget this troubled world we’re living in

Written for Thursday Inspiration #161 Spill the Wine where the prompt is pearl.

Thursday Inspiration #161 Spill the Wine

Respond to this challenge, by either by using the prompt word pearl, or going with the above picture, or by means of the song ‘Spill The Wine’, or by going with another song by Eric Burdon and War, or anything else that you think fits.  In April 1970, the funk band Eric Burdon and War released their first album Eric Burdon Declares “War”, which included this hit song ‘Spill the Wine’ that went to #3 in the US.  This was a group effort and the writing credit goes to all the members in this group, those being Eric Burdon who sings lead vocals, Papa Dee Allen on conga, Harold Brown drummer, Morris Dewayne “Bee Bee” Dickerson playing bass, and singing backing vocals, Lonnie Jordan on organ, Charles Miller tenor saxophone, Lee Oskar harmonica, and Howard E. Scott on guitar, and singing backing vocals.  Eric Burdon decided to call the band War in order to attract the attention of hippies who were anti-war.

The Animals decided to break up by June 1966 after they finished their tour, but they reformed as Eric Burdon and the Animals and Eric Burdon and The New Animals with different lineups playing throughout 1969 and sometimes without Eric Burdon.  In the Summer of 1969, Eric Burdon and his friend Lee Oskar met a band in LA called The Night Shift, who were backing the fledgling singer Deacon Jones a former Los Angeles Ram football player who was trying to have a Soul singing career.  Burdon and Oskar joined up with the Night Shift, and ended up recording with them as Eric Burdon and War.  War was a band that promoted a message of peace, harmony and tolerance that transcended racial and cultural barriers with a multi-ethnic line-up.

Burdon was working on a tune about leaping gnomes waking up in a grassy field, and this song became the B-side to a song called ‘Magic Mountain’.  That was about a Californian mountain called Mount Tamalpais, a peak in Marin County outside of San Francisco that was frequented by hippies back in the days, that went there to hang out.  The DJ’s wouldn’t play ‘Magic Mountain’ because they assumed the lyrics were all about sex and drugs.  While War was recording in their session at Wally Heider Studios in San Francisco, a bottle of wine was passed around and some of it was spilled into a console, so the group was moved into another studio.  The band members broke for lunch, while Burdon stretched out on the floor for a short nap and this song was born.

This song is believed to be influenced by drugs and you probably have to be pretty high to think of yourself as an overfed long haired leaping gnome that is going to be the star in a Hollywood movie.  Drummer Harold Brown, said that this song celebrates women, as all ladies are beautiful.  They are like flowers, which come in different varieties, they get older, they can be skinny, big, fat, some are voluptuous, but when you look at them, they are all beautiful, just like pearls.  Spilling wine became a ceremony for the band, and promoters would leave bottles of red California wine backstage for them.  Gnomes are thought to provide protection, especially if you have buried a treasure in the ground.  They are still used to watch over crops and livestock, and are often tucked into the rafters of a barn or placed in the garden.

There was long ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones
Black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones
Out of the middle, came a lady
She whispered in my ear
Something crazy
She said…
Spill the wine, take that pearl

Keep the Mother Rolling

I thought that I would start up a new challenge here on WordPress and I know that we already have a lot of challenges here, but I thought that Wednesdays could use another prompt.  I am calling this Wednesday Thoughts and it can be used to share what you think about the title “Keep the Mother Rolling” of this post, which will change every week.  Every Wednesday I will come up with a new title and you can respond in the comments section below, or you could write your own post and create a pingback to my Wednesday Thoughts challenge post.  We have One-Liner Wednesday and Fandango’s Provocative Question on Wednesdays, along with all the other daily prompts, so maybe this will go nowhere.  There are no rules, but hopefully your response should be associated with the prompt in some matter or another.  As Paula says, “You do you”, so make it as long or as short as you like.  I hope that somebody finds my new challenge interesting, but I am not sure how this is going to work out, however if enough people respond, then I will keep the mother rolling.

A Performance

When public officials say that their thoughts and prayers go out to all the victims of gun shootings and their families, this is basically meaningless, as it is a staged response.  If they really cared about any of these victims, they would pass gun legislation bills, or better yet they should make a meaningful effort to institute real change.  Offering their thoughts and prayers is nothing more than a standard response that all civic leaders offer the public for any catastrophe, including hurricanes, wildfires, mass shootings, and disease outbreaks.  I don’t want to get into an argument about the benefit of prayer, but something must be done, as thoughts and prayers are not really helping any of these situations.  Politicians feel the need to justify their inactions, so when they say these things, it is just a performance.

We could start of by banning assault weapons, prohibiting and penalizing the possession of a firearm or ammunition unless the individual complies with all licensing and registration requirements, instead of liberalizing or eliminating background checks, passing laws that make it easier to get guns, allowing both open carry and concealed carry and changing the definition of weapons so that they no longer fall under the National Firearms Act.  Many gun control bills are dying without even getting a committee hearing and part of this may be because people don’t want to be controlled, so let’s start calling this gun safety instead of gun control.

I don’t own a gun, because I think that they are dangerous and nothing good ever comes from them, even though many people say they have them for self-defense and personal protection.  I am willing to go as far as banning the sales of all guns and taking away existing guns from all the nutty people that own them, but since that won’t sit well with the second amendment activists, we have to change the Constitution.  The right to life Republicans are trying hard to take away a woman’s right to choose, so we should be able to take away their guns.  Joe Biden is the most anti-gun president this country has ever, and I consider this being a major part of its platform as a good thing, even though nothing seems to be changing with America’s current gun crisis.  We are facing an epidemic of gun violence here and there are also an increased number of unintentional shootings​​ resulting in accidental deaths.  U.S. civilians own 393 million firearms, which is about 46 percent of the worldwide total of civilian held guns and this amounts to 120.5 firearms for every 100 residents.  Enough is enough and nobody can blame Fandango for not being able to contain his anger and frustration.  Mama please take these guns away, because it is getting too dark to see.

Written for Fandango’s Provocative Question #166 which asks, “Do you feel that President Biden’s plea to take action and to do something to stem the rising tide of gun violence in America will have any impact? Or will lawmakers at both the federal and state levels do nothing more than offer their useless ‘thoughts and prayers’, which is all they ever do?”

A Cat’s Life

In case you haven’t noticed by the picture, I am a tiger, which is the largest living cat species, but sadly a tiger’s lifespan is only 8 to 10 years, however I am already 14 and I feel like I have another 6 good years left in me, so I am planning on reaching the age of 20.  I live on a reserve, and it’s a jungle out there, disorder and confusion everywhere, but my stripes make good camouflage, allowing me to blend in among the trees and tall grasses.  I have heard many say the lion is the king of the jungle, but I came up against one, and I took his crown away, so don’t believe everything that you hear.  Like all cats, my life is based on sleeping, exploring and eating and the best part is that I get to hunt what I eat, so my food is always fresh.  I can eat whatever I catch, but I have been told to stay away from the humans, and maybe that is because they taste bad, but if I stay away from them, it is all good.  I take a lot of naps, but eventually I get up, get myself ready for the day and everybody basically stays out of my way.  There are not many of us tigers out here and one time the humans tried to have me mate with a lioness, which didn’t work out so well.  She bit me, but she won’t be trying that again any time soon, because I got her really good with my claws.  She said that it was just a love bite, but I am pretty sure that a love bite should not draw blood.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #415 hosted by weejars aka Sarah where today she is using a photo by Claudia Weijers.

Flattened Like a Pancake

Two hundred miles off the coast of Yemen is the remote island of Socotra, where this umbrella-like otherworldly tree known as dragon’s blood tree is found.  Pliny wrote about dragons inhabiting this island where the trees yielded red drops of cinnabar fungus, which was carved into jewelry and ornaments.  Researchers have been trying for centuries to solve the mystery about the origins of the dragon’s blood, whether it came from the tree, or was a mineral from the earth.  There is also an Indian legend about a fierce battle, where a dragon (or possibly a Makara which is a legendary sea dragon) bit an elephant and drank its blood.  When the elephant fell to the ground, it crushed the dragon, turning the dragon into a pancake, while mixing the blood of both creatures to yield a resin-like substance and that red sap spewed out from the tree that grew there.  The resin is believed to have magical and medicinal properties and people still use it as a pigment for art, and as a dye.  Others have found therapeutic medical uses for the sap dripping from the dragon’s blood tree and it supposedly makes a good antidiarrhetic, that reduces production of stress hormones and increase the production of hormones or chemicals that makes one feel calm and happy.

Written for Stine Writing – Poetry, Positivity, and Connecting!, Simply 6 Minutes hosted by Christine Bialczak.

Dogs Will Be Dogs

Steven was weary from constantly searching the horizon, and he thought maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him when he saw… his dog Biscuit was running toward him.  Biscuit had been gone for the last three days and Steven was happy that he was OK.  This happened before and it will probably happen again, as once Biscuit catches the scent of a nearby female in heat, that becomes his entire focus, he stops eating, aggressively marks his territory, and becomes increasingly obsessed over tracking down the female dog in heat throughout the duration of her cycle.  During a female dog’s heat cycle, things often get pretty darn crazy, as the male and female tend to stir each other up in a hormonal frenzy.  Male dogs can detect pheromones and hormones produced by a bitch in heat from over a mile away.

Biscuit is usually a very mild-mannered dog, but when he detects that scent, a sense of urgency overwhelms him and he will do just about anything to get to the potential girlfriend.  The last time he ran away it was very embarrassing, as he jumped up on a picnic table in the neighbor’s backyard and dove through a screen window to get at a poodle.  Steven felt ashamed that his dog broke the screen, and a lamp in the neighbor’s living room, but she was a really nice lady and Steven paid for all of the damage.  Dogs are different from people, as we choose a sexual partner for a long-term relationship, while dogs think with the primal mindset of instant gratification.  If a dog desires pleasure, especially a male dog, it will follow its natural instinct and pursue that pleasure.  The call of the wild increases his yearning to mate, but Biscuit really loves people and this shows when Steven leaves him alone while he goes to work, as when Steven gets back Biscuit always shows his affection.  I guess it is only natural for him to get lonely, but Steven decided that one dog was enough responsibility for him, as he couldn’t allocate and devote time to another.  Steven knew that if this running away continued, that he might have to consider neuter castration for Biscuit, as he loved him dearly, but he didn’t want any lawsuits because of this behavior.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #47.

This Sucks

I am not happy with what is going on with McDonald’s and them discontinuing their service of the all-day breakfast at all locations, without consulting me.  This decision was drastic and sudden and sometimes I want a sausage McGriddle in the middle of the day, instead of a hamburger.  They actually stopped doing this in March of 2020, but I just found out today.  McDonald’s is the closest fast-food joint to where I live, making it the most convenient one for me.  They claim that this improves their service, but I hope that after this pandemic ends that they will bring back the all-day breakfast menu.  OK, they contain 550 calories, but the Sausage Egg and Cheese McGriddle breakfast sandwich features a sizzling hot sausage, a fluffy folded egg, melty American cheese between two soft, warm griddle cakes that taste like sweet maple syrup, and they are very savory.

Written for Paula’s Monday Peeve.

A Thousand Million Questions

If you could be best friends with a celebrity, who would it be?
I read that Bob Dylan said that all the friends that he ever had are gone now, so if he wanted me to hang out with him, that would be pretty cool.  He is a genius, and I am sure that it would never be boring being his friend. 

What is, or should be, the main purpose of law?
The law should be for the benefit of the citizens, so it should not be taking away rights from anyone, unless those rights are deemed to be harmful.  If driving your car while not wearing a seatbelt, is hazardous to others, then a law should be made to prevent you from doing this.  If you are the only one being harmed by this, then driving without wearing a seatbelt, should not be a law, but since insurance companies have influence on society, this became a law.  I don’t see the purpose behind many of our laws, as clearly guns are very harmful, but lawmakers don’t seem interested in doing anything about this issue.  The Evangelical Christians don’t want to allow women to have control over their own bodies, so they are trying to force their will on others by banning abortions, and if we let them have their way, there will be no turning back.

Do you care about reviews?
Not particularly, as I don’t think that my work has ever been reviewed.  What I don’t like about reviews is all the data that is now being collected, because people keep asking my opinions about how I liked their service.  If I buy something online and I pay for it, or if I go to the dentist or the eye doctor, that should be the end of it.  I don’t want to be pestered with these short surveys that people tell me will only take a minute of my time.  If I bought a product from you a year ago and I didn’t complain about it, then just consider me to be a satisfied customer and stop asking me to review your services or products.

Is the ‘mind’ different to the ‘brain’? If so, in what ways?
I view the brain as being a physical thing, whereas the mind is a mental thing.  These two words are often used interchangeably, but your brain is composed of nerve cells and blood vessels, but your mind is just storage space for your thoughts and dreams.  You can see and touch a person’s brain, and although you may be able to get inside of someone’s mind, you can’t touch something that is energy, as it will just flow to another place.

Gratitude Section.
Overall, how sunny is your nature?  (Optimistic)?
I am like a breath of fresh air, and I expect right to triumph over evil on a daily basis.  I consider myself to be optimistic and since we got rid of Trump once, I think that we should be able to do it again.

Written for Melanie’s sparksfromacombustiblemind’s Share Your World.