A particular system of principles and rules concerning moral obligations and regard for the rights of others, whether true or false; rules of practice in respect to a single class of human actions and duties: as, social ethics; medical ethics.
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What cha think? Do we have ethics any longer? Let’s look at the past couple of decades. Well, we really don’t have to go back that far now do we? Let’s look at this nation since 2020. How ’bout that election? Honest all the way through? Doesn’t seem so but when the FBI refuses to investigate charges that it was they declined to lift their big toe.
Is the administration ethical or those who support the administration? Probably not. Ethics means saying what you’ll do and doing what you say without hurting others in the process. Looked at your bank account lately? How ’bout that IRS? Whoopee!
I’ve written here about morality and judging and from the response to those articles we pretty much think the same way. Morality and ethics were thrown out decades ago and what is occurring now are the fruits (pardon the expression) of all the undermining of what America stood for once.
I don’t much care though. I could write until my fingers fall off or I wear my keyboard to a frazzle and I won’t change a blessed thing because there are no longer any blessed things in this country.
I suggest the Bible to bolster your permanence on this planet, minus the interruption of the first death. (There are two deaths, you know? The first we all go through and the second is judgement. But, worry not about that because religion is all bunk, right?) Sure it’s bunk! How could it not be if it doesn’t fit the narrative? Not only does it not fit the narrative it is the true narrative. That’s how far down we’ve fallen and I suggest there may not be a coming back from this one.
What do I know? Not a hell of a lot and I am comfortable with knowing only that which I do know. I eat a couple times a day, have a bed to sleep in and a roof over my head. Works for me. Hell, I could have a bridge over my head instead. Listen to that guy howling over there! Must need a fix.
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It really is, isn’t it? The title of this, It’s “Hard to Believe.” Anywhere you turn you’re seeing and hearing things you never thought a rational person would do or say. It’s kind of like Quaker Oats confetti, they descend slowly unless it’s raining. Think about it, I know I have to! Obviously, I wrote it without minding it one iota. The Quaker Oats thing. Hey, I’m old!
Have you given up watching the news yet? I watch a hell of a lot less of it than I once did. Instead I head out for an hour or so and walk, fast. Wears me out but keeps this old addled brain focused. Focused on what matters and not what’s happening. It’s also a good time for prayer, in case you hadn’t thought of it. Praying is a state of mind that we all need. Done right it gets your head in a place of tolerance. For me that’s saying a lot!
For me, walking is an adventure in balance. Not the physical kind the mental kind. You need to balance your skull and what’s inside it. Your thought process, which almost can’t help but get somewhat warped with all that’s going on. If there were something to recommend and you came up to me on the street and asked me, “What can I do for my mental stability?” I’d say join me. I have another three miles to go. You’d probably look at me and say, “Uh, er, no thanks?” You’d walk away and say under your breath, “My, what a daft old man.”
I get it all the time, usually from my kids. I enjoy daftness and practice it with all my might. Of course, (you were waiting for this, weren’t you?) you’d most probably think I was born daft and I was. I loved Dafty Duck. Still do but Loonie Tunes is not politically correct. Banning goofy cartoons sure saved our children didn’t it. (Now, think about that also.)
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How do we fix our broken country? Like most of those who come to this website, I have been down on America’s chances for recovery. It seems late in the game for a recovery given the state of this world and our enemies prying into all our lives via the internet. China may have plans for our downfall one way or another. Russia would like nothing better than for America to fall into ruin. So would half the known world it seems. Then we cast our eyes internally and see our first and largest problem that is fixable, our broken education system. Fat pig administrators rolling in millions of taxpayer dollars grunting and oinking while leading gullible students into ruinous behavior by filling their heads with lies.
It is, however, fixable but that fix may come at huge cost to all who survive this turmoil. Our economy could very well fail and drop us into a depression not seen before and making 1929 look like a frat party. Or, we can elect a great president and that may come down, for some, to holding their noses and looking at what one recent president actually did for us not that long ago.
We have to gut the government first. The taxes we pay are becoming the wages of indentured servitude to the Feds. Gut those pigs out. Not violently, no, but in the booth where you cast your vote. Vote the SOBs out because they’re rabid dogs not government employees. They are coming after all of us in the name of “equity.” That means all you do is for naught because it will be taken and redistributed leaving you and your hard work in a breadline. It’s coming and so is the next election. Last chance, Winthrop.
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Think this is the sum total of what I do? How could anyone who likes to write stick with a single website? I like to write but I don’t call myself a writer. I enjoy typing to but I am among the league of lousy typists. LLoT for short! Doesn’t matter unless you get paid the small bucks to type for a living.
Wondering what Olde Ink is? Think I’m speaking of myself? Well, in a way I am but just in a small way. A long time ago, long before I began writing on the internet, I wrote short stories. I wrote a novel once and the fact that you don’t know about it says a lot of what I felt the quality of my writing was back in those days. Crap, in a word. So, I tried my dadgummedest to fix it. That’s what Olde Ink is about. Check it out and see what you think. The menu up top is the one you want to follow. The menu up top there, not here!
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This World, That Is.
The problem with a website like this is that it is nearly impossible for you and I to speak together. I don’t take this limitation for granted but there isn’t much I’ve tried that will make two way conversation happen. It just doesn’t work.
I figure, then, that I will ask a question every now and then and leave it to you to make the effort if you want to answer. There is a comment form here that you can, well, comment on.
This question which is the lead in is, how do you see it. The world. The way I see it is that if we speak of America by herself we are in some kind of trouble, the definition of which is strictly conjecture at this point. The old saying: elections have consequences is axiomatic. What we elected last time for president was a disaster from the start. You have to know something to be president so why this schmuck? I don’t know. In a way, I don’t want to know and that is because I’ve known of this schmuck since 1984. He bends with the wind and stands on or for nothing. Now, China has the upper hand and he is probably reaping monetary benefit from his relationship with that country.
I don’t just look at America. I look out from her shores and especially the Middle East. That is where something may occur which will end all nations. A place where all nations will go to war. Over what? It appears that nothing there could possibly be more than a bush fire but oil is there and America is now void of the ability to use her oil. Schmuck, once again and his minions. Oil is the only source of power that can be used without eternal waste product. Nuclear? Where do you put the waste? Underground? For how long must it stay there until it is neutral? Longer than the nations will last, that’s how long. You see what I’m driving at? There is much more than President Schmuck to consider. There is a Universe to consider and we are so small a speck that even SETI can’t find communication. God can, God does.
That’s what I think, in my limited fashion, and I’ve been wrong before. Usually not about this stuff though.
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Faith in God is what I will bring here as I go. I do this to juxtapose what a belief system is and what it compares to given this world, it’s history of filth, and what has been promised us. Politics is old as the world and it is the world that governs politics. We like to think of nations as being the good or the bad but in reality it is the human condition. A condition that is imperfect and subject to death.
Death is what people without Faith fear. It is the driver of all we do but it is also the unspoken of elephant in the room. It pervades our beings from birth until the inevitable yet we keep our fear hidden. This is what causes outbreaks of war with short periods of peace. It is a “mental illness” that affects each of us. It is a cause for desperate measures.
To cope with this world Faith is the only thing that gives hope. You can decide for yourself if that hope is warranted or legitimate. It is my supposition that many of you are looking for something to have Faith in but are looking in all the wrong places. If this is you, you need to shift your search from insubstantial to eternal. Look at the night sky on a clear evening and think eternal. This may very well be why the night sky is available to all of us to ponder. How was this some accident might be a good place to start. Observe the Hummingbird, the hawk and the butterfly and think how these can be so separate and yet sustained when, in space, it is cold, dark and dead. The planets we know about are also dead.
Yet, in our pride, we have the Earth and the science which quibbles about origins with little or no proof of most of their theories. It is time to reconsider what you believe, what you take for granted. Once there, a new and bright vista opens. But, not until you ground yourself in Faith. Faith is eternal and eternity is what you’re looking for once you’re honest with yourself.
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I am struck by the number of times the word, “River,” has been used to describe humanity: “The River of Humanity.” It is an apt synonym is it not? It describes the flow of our upbringing through time immemorial. From whatever we came from to what and especially, where, we are now. The irony I see is that we are the same now as back in the mists of time. Technologically we are far superior to our beginnings.
We go into space and space and the stellar worship of long ago are especially noteworthy for the differences in how we behave. A human being used to be humbled by the night sky, that fleeting glimpse into the “beyond.” The ability to understand that stars in the firmament moved and could be used as a predictor of the seasons. A thing that our ancestors believed needed to be worshiped, sacrificed to, and have priests dedicated to. That type of worship became known as paganism once we began to understand space and time. Extending to things not understood the proffer of “gods.” And “gods” demanded sacrifice: animal or human to be placated.
True religion took us out of that as we discovered that there was a mind behind all that we had previously divided up to be worshiped. Yet, that “mind” had a name, according to the Bible and the Bible is said to be divinely inspired. The mind that created all things put a stop to worshiping what He made and told us to worship Him alone. Many understood and took this demand to heart. Many called the entirety of this dogma bunk and kept doing what had been done for eons. But, what was in the background all along? That is the question that is being answered in our times and the answer is: pure evil, now personified. This evil to has a name. But all of this is in the book we call the Bible. The fact that what that book has told us, for thousands of years, is becoming the truth of our times is roundly denied. In fact, God Himself is denied and has been since we left the plow in the field and got comfortable in our cities, towns and burgs.
How quickly, given the scale of time itself, we forget where we came from. This river of humanity has become fetid and noisome. It festers and rots the limbs of our civilization. It is time and past time to consider the truth again and the truth is not us.
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I was a complete and total putz after Vietnam. I got home, out of the service, went to college and learned to drink: mightily! I buried myself in self-pity and, eventually, self-loathing for almost twenty years. Damn, I was GOOD!
Then, well, I quit all that shell shocked pusillanimous imbibing of spirits while blaming everyone under the sun (either here or on Xaxzon) for my failures. I found the sunshine! What a load of crap; sunshine? No, I found out who I am. You talk about a, “Like it or not,” situation. Oh yeah, when I say I quit it was meetingless. No, I don’t lay claim to the ‘holic syndrome. I just quit because I was sick and tired of being sick and dumber than a horses ass. (Minus the flatulent) Am I being to graphic? Go with it!
I do find myself more cheerful now. I also find myself more outrospeactive as I have my way with the English language here. I just don’t give a damn about my past. It was and it is done and I am moving the hell on. The only reason I mention it here is because it is who I am and I feel some weird responsibility not to mislead anyone who reads this prattle.
Life is good despite the dullards in Congress who allow the burning of our cities and towns. We voted those dipshats in, so we get what we are stupid enough to allow to happen. Look, if I blame myself for what goes wrong then you should to. I ducked out of politickertapes except as an observer and feel cleaner for doing so.
All those people I blamed for my woes ended up being me. Full responsibility for our own lives is the secret to happiness. Don’t like the way things are going? Figure out what is wrong and change it. Then, keep moving and eventually it will work out and you oft times don’t see it coming. The good stuff that is. If it’s money you chase you’re wasting your eternity because money is a sign of being short sighted. We all need it to get by but how we go about it makes an eternal difference.
The way I figure it is that a quail in a meadow doesn’t think much about eternity. It’s just us that do. There’s gotta be a reason for even considering or even inventing the word which defines the unseen and timeless sense of that universal word. Or, it could be what we get because Eve ate that stupid “Starberry.” Nice going Mom! Here’s another fine mess you’ve gotten us into!
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Take a left at the nuke station. You can’t miss it.
The mirror supposition.
Way out in the universe is a mirror of Earth. Like it says above, The planet orbits around a sun five miles from Xaxzon. Not our miles, do I need to say, their miles. Xaxzon is like Earth in every way but one. Well, in many more ways than one but without the Garden of Eden caper. When Satan offered Eve the fruit that would allow her to know what the Creator knew she turned it down with an outstretched palm of refusal. It wasn’t an apple. Who the heck knows what kind for fruit it was? How about a Starberry? Rather the shape of a strawberry but with weird chemical solutions that gave people who were less than smart way too much information. Made ’em all, “I’m all THIS!”
It wasn’t a miracle that stopped this mirrored Eve from the eating of that fruit. Oh, heck no, it was self-discipline and gratitude from being the custodians of that Garden. No weeds, no stickery vines, nothing but lush paradise whose bounty was all anyone could ask for. ANYONE!!!
She told Adam about the devil and his offering to her and Adam shrugged, “I knew you were made of stern stuff. Gimme five!”
You know, I think it was Kurt Vonnegut Jr. who wrote in his novel, “Slaughterhouse Five,” the simple phrase, “So it goes.” That was about prison camps in Poland and Germany where Jews were systematically murdered by pagan god worshipers. You know them as Nazi’s but they were all about paganism and this is where the devil plays.
Where is our country now? Right in Pagan Village with Trans, do your own thing and kill infants. Up to the time of birth. It doesn’t matter if you or I are against this though. We can do little about it except to point out that this is a dastardly affront to God. He will do something about it and it has already gone too far. Remember Noah? Where we are is derived from Eve eating a piece of fruit that God said not to eat. Heck, could it really be this simple?
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I clicked onto the news the other day and lo and behold there was our president all decked out in a beautiful, tailored suit, the worth of which I can only guess. What surprised me was what my mind interpreted from that sight. The suit was worth more than the man in it.
Now, I am not one who blithely criticizes most people. I really am one who tries hard to always buffer my critique with the benefit of the doubt. Then, the person in question opens his or her mouth and erases all doubt. So it goes with Biden. I to am aged but still a bit younger than Joe. I am not one who likes politics or intrigue but have always been a person who lives and lets live. With the exception of Vietnam. I carry a huge weight from all that killing and will take it to my grave where I may finally find peace.
On the other hand, there is that elected office in Washington D.C. in which some guy we elect on the strength of words and, hopefully, action sits to proclaim war in which neither he , she or it will ever participate. JFK and only a few others were exceptions to this. They knew very well how awful war is and the weight one carries should they survive it. Like him my back is screwed up yet Biden stands straight as an arrow in a suit that is worth much more than anything he has ever done. It is kind of pathetic isn’t it? Some group in America elected a suit for president!
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