I was tempted to Google “find words that end with the letters tion”, but that would not be a Stream of Consciousness writing piece, and it would also take all the fun out of this, so I will wing it and see how it comes out. You say that you want a revolution and you want to change the Constitution, well the Beatles tried that and failed in their attempt. I am feeling a lot of aggravation over what I heard Mitch McConnell say this morning about rushing a new appointee to the Supreme Court. I am not going to have a conniption over this, but this would clearly be a disruption of justice. I guess I could write a Billy Joel type poem where I state a bunch of words that end with the letters “tion”, like addition, substitution, tuition and so on and then state that I didn’t start the fire, but that won’t give me any satisfaction.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to find words that end with the letters “tion”.
I had a two-bedroom apartment in North Carolina where I lived with my 70-pound German Shepard Gale, who I rescued from a shelter. She was on the aggressive side, never biting anyone, but always willing to chase cats and bark at other dogs, as she saw herself as an alpha. I guess Gale could be described as all bark and no bite, as she really enjoyed barking and she used this to boss around other dogs. I never let her out without a leash, for her safety and also because I never knew what kind of trouble she would get into. Many of the dogs in the neighborhood would roll over on their backs and let Gale sniff their bellies when they saw her approaching, which is the way dogs show respect. If this did not happen, then there would be a lot of barking. When Gale was done with her walk, I would remove her collar and keep it attached to her leash.
One night when I was sleeping around 2 AM, the smoke alarm went off for no reason, well there was no fire and no smoke, but apparently the batteries went bad. Gale was very sensitive to that chirping noise and she kept barking, so I really wanted to fix this. I removed the smoke alarm from the wall and I took out the battery, but this didn’t help. I figured that maybe it had some type of capacitor charge that kept it beeping, so I grabbed a pillow to silence it and I opened the back door to put it on my patio. Gale saw her chance to escape and she went for it and I went chasing after her wearing my shorts and house slippers.
Luckily Gale stopped at the playground, but she was still barking like crazy. I was able to calm her down by petting her, but I didn’t have her collar or her leash with me. I had to carry her all the way home, which was all uphill and when we go close to my place, she started squirming, but I was able to get her back inside. I wrote this poem for Gale and it was the first post that I made when I joined WordPress.
She is wagging her tail.
We are getting the mail.
We will walk through the dale.
It started to hail.
Stopped to lean on a rail.
Just stepped on a snail.
Glad it wasn’t a nail.
Just saw a quail.
We will not fail.
And end up in jail.
We would need bail.
Let’s go for a sail.
It would be nice to catch a whale.
My hook got caught on some kale.
Put the fish in a pail.
Popped open an ale.
That girl is wearing a veil.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is collar.
I turned on my Dragon speech recognition software, because I feel this is the best way to write a Stream of Consciousness Saturday post. I am not a sharp dressed man and I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I do like my cheese sharp. I come to WordPress every day to write and read other bloggers posts, which I feel keeps my mind active. No Alzheimer’s disease or dementia for me yet, as I remain extremely clever, astute and mentally alert, but that is not saying that it isn’t lurking around the next corner. It is not easy getting old, as everything starts falling apart. I’m not the same person that I was when I was younger, I lost my hair and I am out of shape.
I have sharpened a lot of pencils in my day and I have put up with some sharp criticism, as that is the way of the world. I never wanted to be a politician and have to live my life in public scrutiny, but I do consider myself to be an honest man. I have done some things that I am not proud of, which I am not going to get into here, but it was nothing on the level of cheating on my wife with her sister. Some things should be taboo, they should never happen, but when you are a womanizer like Robert Plant, then you catch the wind and sail away, because you think that you are allowed to start a romance with your ex-wife’s sister. Speaking of sharp cheese, my favorite is piave vecchio and I would recommend that everybody try that at least once in their life.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is sharp.
George said, “A whole lot of people were at the rally and hardly any of them were wearing masks, it was crazy.” Joan said, “I hope that you kept your mask on. Exactly how many people are you talking about? I mean was it like into the valley of Death, rode the six hundred?” George responded, “I didn’t count them, but let’s just say it was more than a hundred, and as I walked through the valley of the shadow of death, I felt real evil and most of it had to do with those red hats that everyone was wearing. I didn’t stick around long, because there was no social distancing and it was just another Trump spectacle to impress his base.”
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “more than a hundred”.
I brush my teeth after breakfast and after dinner and very recently I started flossing. I have an electric toothbrush which I got at BJ’s and I had to buy 2 of them. The first one died a few years back, but the other one is still going and I change the brush head every time I go through a tube of toothpaste. I have the dentist next Tuesday and they say that I need to get 3 fillings worked on, but with my dental insurance, it will only cost me about $300.
My fingers are fat, so I don’t floss like most people. I use a two-step method of removing dental plaque. First, I use the Gum picks which have soft rubber bristles that I work between my teeth and they massage my gums. I don’t like to be bothered with all of that string, so I use the dental floss picks, which I think are called flossers. My hygienist suggested that I get a water pick, but that seems too messy to me.
When I was younger, hair actually grew on the top of my head, but I usually just combed it, instead of brushing it. Since I am talking about my hair, I should probably mention that this week I got my first hair cut since January. I was really rocking that Fabio look with my hair, but I don’t have his muscular physique. I am hoping that this post does better than last week’s He Went to the Mountain, as although that got 18 likes, it did not get one comment and I am still having a hard time trying to brush that off.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where we are supposed to write about the word brush.
A story says that when Mohammed was asked to provide proof of his teaching, he ordered the mountain to come to him. Was Mohammed acting idiotic, or being lazy, or did he want his believers to see how powerful he was, or is this story just some made up Western criticism of Islam that was created as an outright fabrication to make the Muslim faith look like it was fake? If the mountain did come to Mohammed, there is a good chance that he may have been crushed by it. When Francis Bacon wrote, “If the mountain will not come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain” hundreds of years later, most people were mystified by the Muslim religion. When the book 1001 Arabian Nights was published many years later, people finally gained an idea of what was going on in India and Persia.
It is quite possible that Bacon heard a story which he believed to be true and he wrote of this event, despite never having traveled to or being exposed to any Islam culture. I seriously doubt that Muhammad had any power over nature, so he would not be able to command mountains to move, it is more likely that he said something that became misconstrued after it was retold, like the telephone game that distorts the original word-of-mouth message. Perhaps the intent of the original message was completely lost by the time this story reached Francis Bacon. There is a lesson here, that says you should ignore unverified rumors, as if you go around repeating everything that you read on the internet, you will be discredited like Trump was when he touted the wonders of Hydroxychloroquine for treating the coronavirus. The Brazilian President also bragged about the supposed virtues of this drug and then he got Covid-19. People are on Facebook are saying that cell phone 5G technology is responsible for spreading the virus.
Let’s take a look at the bigger picture. In the Epic of Gilgamesh, there is a story of a great flood and in the Bible, there is also a story about Noah and the flood, and by itself this could be a coincidence, but there is also a story about the young Sargon the Great before he became the ruler of Mesopotamia, which sounds a lot like the baby Moses story. Are religious stories made up to capture the attention of the masses, or should we all except everything that we read in these old books? The one story that I find the hardest to believe is when Joshua asked God for more daylight so he could pursue his adversaries and God made the Sun stand still, delaying it going down for a full day. Martin Luther actually cited this story to prove that Copernicus was wrong about the Earth revolving around the Sun. I believe in Science, not conspiracy theories that are made up by idiots.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where we are supposed to discuss the pros and cons of anything,
I went to my favorite spot and had a spot of tea, whatever that is. A Dalmatian named Spot was walking down the street, when it spotted a cat and started chasing after it. They both ran under my table and knocked over my tea and the strawberry scone that I was eating. The waiter saw that the strawberry created a spot on my shirt and he said that he would get some club soda to take care of that, but I rubbed and rubbed, going all Lady Macbeth on it saying “Out damn spot” to no avail. I think that I should look for a new spot to take my tea.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is spot.
More of everything. When a person is satisfied, then they don’t require any more. How does a person determine when they have enough money? Some people are classified as being rich, but the old saying says that the rich get richer while the poor get poorer. There is a big economic divide in the USA now and I don’t have any statistics for you because this is a stream of consciousness post, but I think it is like less than one percent of the people own ninety five percent of everything. These rich people are never satisfied and they are driven by greed to acquire more and more of everything.
Drug addicts want more drugs. Nobody is ever satisfied by snorting one line of cocaine, so they do more. In fact, cocaine is often called more, because users are never satisfied from it and they want more. The effects of snorting coke will hit you hard and fast, and because it is a stimulant drug you may feel more alert and energetic, or even euphoric, but the rush only lasts for about 15 to 30 minutes and then it is time to snort more, so you can avoid the crash that is sure to follow.
We live in a capitalistic society with consumerism driving people’s wants, needs and desires. People have 80-inch TV sets with hundreds of channels, which is way more than they need. My nephew pays $250 a month for his cable TV package and he is hardly ever home to watch it. He has a two-year-old son who has the Disney package, Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network and several others all for his son to be entertained. It is all too much which reminds me of a Beatles song and Mick Jager just can’t get no satisfaction.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to start your post with the word more.
I learned how to play chess when I was 8 years old and I would go to the park just up the street and play every day. I learned a technique how to put the other player in checkmate after six moves and I won a lot of games with that move, until I came up against the Czech kid that just moved into the neighborhood. He could hardly speak any English, but he was a whiz at playing chess and his name was almost unpronounceable being Pavel Andreievich Chekov. My friends and I taught him all the bad words because we got a kick out of hearing him swear, that was so funny. He always wore a checkered shirt and he would say things in class that other students would get suspended for, but the teachers always let him off, because he did not know any better,
As he learned more English, he talked about his home country of Czechoslovakia, which I put on my bucket list of places that I would like to visit some day. I still have not been able to check that one off and with the pandemic going on, I probably never will. I have to go to the dentist next week for a check up and I will get my teeth cleaned. I have dental insurance and I will use my debit card to pay my deductible instead of bringing a check with me. The thunder scarred my cat last night and I could not find her till I checked under my bed, and there she was. I am registered to vote by mail for the next election and we all must do our part to make sure that tyrant is put in check.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to use any of these words check/cheque/Czech and then we are supposed to go back to Linda’s post to check to make sure that she got it.
Link Wray’s song ‘Rumble’ was thought to be so dangerous that it was banned from being played on the radio. The odd thing is that this song is an instrumental and although there are no lyrics, the title of the track was what struck fear into the hearts of parents across America in the 1950s, because they thought this would lead to increased juvenile delinquency and gang violence. Link Wray has been called the “missing link”, because of the new type of music that he was able to make with his guitar. This song is part of the birth of rock ‘n’ roll and it was thought to be too raw for radio.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is to use the word “link”.