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Godless Christianity

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There’s a new brand of so-called Christianity in America, one that bears no resemblance to the teachings of Christ. It thrives on cruelty, power, and greed—wrapped in the language of faith but devoid of its core: love. I call it Godless Christianity.

Elon Musk, Donald Trump, and their enablers have weaponized religion, twisting it into a blunt instrument for their culture war. They exploit Christianity not as a faith of compassion but as a tool for division and control. The result?

  • Mothers are dying because GOP lawmakers, emboldened by Trump’s anti-choice crusade, have stripped women of proper abortion and natal care.
  • 70 million people are going hungry because Musk-Trump-style governance prioritizes tax cuts for billionaires over U.S. foreign aid.
  • The elderly and disabled are at risk as Medicaid and Social Security—lifelines for millions—are gutted under GOP economic policies.
  • Allies are pushed away while authoritarians are embraced, shattering the global stability that true Christian ideals of peace and cooperation would seek to uphold.
  • Truth itself is under attack as lies become political strategy, propaganda replaces journalism, and our institutions cower in the face of rising fascism.

This is not Christianity. This is power-hungry nationalism draped in a cheap, tattered religious cloak.

A Christianity Without Christ

Even if you’re not religious, you might have grown up, like me, admiring the radical kindness at the heart of Christ’s teachings. Feed the hungry. Heal the sick. Love thy neighbor. Welcome the stranger. But Musk, Trump, and their movement have discarded these values in favor of a new golden calf: unchecked wealth and cruelty-as-strength.

How did we get here?

Christianity was hijacked. When Trump’s MAGA preachers declared him “God’s chosen one,” they didn’t mean he embodied Christ’s love and humility. They meant he embodied raw, unapologetic power—a false idol in an Armani suit. And Elon Musk, who openly mocks the idea of compassion, has built a techno-libertarian dystopia where empathy is a weakness, and the only virtue is self-interest.

The Nazi Playbook—Revived

This is not a new trick. Hitler also hid behind the cross. He weaponized Christianity to justify atrocities, declaring himself the defender of “true” German faith while turning it into a tool of state power. His version of religion wasn’t about love or moral integrity—it was a smokescreen for hate, violence, and absolute control.

And Musk? Look at the receipts. He gave a Sieg Heil salute at Trump’s inauguration. That wasn’t an accident. That was a signal. A nod to a playbook we’ve seen before—one where religion is stripped of its morality and transformed into a political cudgel for fascism.

But this strategy can only work if we let it.

Stop Bending the Knee to Fascism

We’ve seen too many institutions—the GOP, the media, and major corporations—cave to the rise of fascism in America. They bend the knee for profit, out of fear, or in some misguided belief that they can “ride the storm out.”

  • The GOP has surrendered to authoritarianism, swapping policy for personality cultism.
  • The media amplifies fascist propaganda, treating it as just another “perspective” rather than exposing it as the existential threat it is.
  • Corporations fund the very people dismantling democracy, selling out their own future for short-term gain.

This is cowardice. It is complicity. And it must stop.

Returning to True God-Based Ideals

Whether we follow Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, or simply a moral code rooted in human decency, we have to reclaim the true values of faith.

  • Love over hate. Not the false “love” that hides behind political dog whistles, but the love that actually cares for people’s lives.
  • Compassion over cruelty. If a policy causes suffering, it’s not of God, no matter what a corrupt politician says.
  • Generosity over greed. The billionaires hoarding wealth and cutting aid are the Pharisees of our time. Call them out.
  • Humility over arrogance. No leader is above morality. No political movement is beyond question.
  • Truth over lies. A lie repeated a thousand times is still a lie. Stop letting fascists define reality.
  • Boycott all religious leaders putting politics on the pulpit.

America needs a spiritual renaissance, but not one built on fear and exclusion. It needs a return to the core ethical principles that unite people of all faiths (and even the faithless) in a shared commitment to justice, kindness, and truth.

If we let Musk and Trump redefine what it means to be Christian, then Christianity itself dies—replaced by something hollow, something heartless, something Godless.

And that, my friends, is a reality worth fighting against.

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Reality Check: The Mental Collapse of Trump’s Biggest Fans

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Reality is breaking MAGA. You can see it in the wild-eyed desperation of New Age Trump-Musk disciples, clinging to conspiracy theories like life rafts in a storm of their own making because they hate vaccines. Forget the democracy debate for a second—two parties pretending to hate each other while serving the same oligarchs was never real democracy anyway. But what we did have was a stable illusion, a functioning fantasy where elections were at least entertaining and life didn’t change much regardless of who won.

Then Trump came along. The first lifelong criminal to take the Oval Office. A man whose entire existence has been a pyramid scheme, a fraud, a grift. And Musk? A billionaire leech who saw an opening to feed off the chaos and took it. Together, they’ve broken something fundamental in people—the ability to see reality without flinching.

And now, the coping mechanisms are getting insane.

On SMM Elizabeth my wife Elizabeth — who runs our website CoolestTechEver.com that caters to the New Age community we met while filming Dr. Patrick Flanagan — has been seeing New Age individual s who used to preach enlightenment—cracking under the weight of their own bad choices. Instead of admitting they fell for the Russian Trump scam, they’re spinning wild tales about spirit guides getting hijacked and “faker” entities leading them astray. Because, of course, it couldn’t be that they themselves made a terrible choice. No, it has to be dark forces at work! Interdimensional trickery! The spiritual equivalent of “the dog ate my homework.”

Meanwhile, Musk plays both sides like a casino dealer. One hand, he’s pretending to be the tech visionary free speech warrior. The other, he’s cozying up to dictators, silencing dissent, and building a playground for neo-fascists. And somehow, somehow, the same people who once claimed to “question authority” and “see through illusions” are now eating up his every lie.

And Trump? Bottomless corruption. Let’s just list the latest hits:

  • Abandoning Ally Ukraine
  • Stealing GAZA frpm Palestinians for Trump resorts
  • Threatening to invade Canada (Canada? Really? What, did Trudeau hurt his feelings?)
  • Claiming he’ll pull the U.S. out of the EU (which we were never a member of, but hey, details are for losers)
  • Promoting his own meme coin
  • Collecting bribes via lawsuits
  • Offering the Ultimate Grift: the $5 Million Gold Card

Ah yes, the Gold Card, Trump’s latest scam—a glorified frequent felon membership that gets you absolutely nothing except bragging rights in a dying cult. Five million dollars to pretend you’re in the inner circle of a man who wouldn’t cross the street to spit on you if you were on fire.

It’s all one giant, soul-sucking con, and the mental toll is real. People who voted for this madness, who bought into the Musk-Trump mythology, are now losing their damn minds trying to justify it. The truth is too much: that they voted for genocide in Gaza so Musk’s cronies can turn it into a hotel strip. That they voted for rapists to have more rights than their victims. That they backed a mob boss who sees them as nothing more than marks.

But here’s the thing about living in denial: it’s exhausting. The lies compound. The mental contortions twist tighter. And at some point, reality comes crashing down.

And that’s where hope still exists.

If you voted for Trump, you can still take the off-ramp. Do it now. Admit you were hearing what you wanted to hear, that you wanted to believe in the tough-guy act, the outsider narrative, the “America First” lie. Admit you’ve been a fool—but that you’ve seen the error of your ways.

You’ll be amazed at how welcome you’ll be back on the side of sanity.

And if we unite? If enough of us wake up and stand together?

We can stop Trump. But it will take more than votes. It will take the biggest protests and acts of civil disobedience this country has ever seen. The kind of resistance that shakes the ground beneath the feet of tyrants.

Because if we don’t, the collapse we’re witnessing will only get worse. And no amount of meditations or positive thinking is going to save us. We all make mistakes. If Trump was yours get over it and get over it. You made a mistake. I regret falling for Reagan’s lies almost daily. We all make mistake. Right now we need to get over Trump and unite to fight a literal Musk led Nazi coup! Get off your phone or PC and march… while you still can.

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One Week After the End of America

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The farcical title of this blog might sound alarmist, but let’s be real—Trump’s latest political stunt is an apocalypse of his own making, not ours. “The End of America” isn’t happening because Trump is back in the spotlight with his fantasy of a gilded, authoritarian empire. It’s happening in the minds of those who fell for his hollow promises and unrelenting lies. And let’s not kid ourselves: this isn’t about a man returning to power. It’s about fear, division, and a desperate attempt to rewrite the rules of democracy.

But here’s the catch: it’s only half the country.

The other half of America? Still standing. Still fighting. Still anchored in truth, empathy, and hope. And let me tell you, hope is a stubborn thing. It doesn’t crumble as easily as a Twitter lie or dissolve under the weight of fake promises. Hope is the quiet force that builds, even when chaos is at its loudest.

What Trump 2.0 Actually Represents

If Trump’s second act has taught us anything in this first week of his so-called “return,” it’s that he’s not leading a movement. He’s clinging to an illusion. His lies about election fraud, immigrants, and “woke mobs” are the desperate moves of a man terrified of irrelevance. Sure, the MAGA crowd is cheering, but deep down, they’re being cheated, too. He’s playing their fears like a fiddle, and the orchestra? Russian bots and media outlets hungry for clicks.

But here’s what Trump 2.0 doesn’t want you to see: his power is a fragile, rickety house of cards. And our collective action, our resilience, is the gust of wind that can bring it all down.

Hope Lives in the Resistance

One week in, and already the cracks are showing. Protests are swelling. Journalists are digging deeper. Leaders from across the aisle—yes, even Republicans with spines!—are starting to speak up. The courts, despite their flaws, are standing firm against some of his wildest schemes. And the people? Oh, we’re wide awake now. We’re not falling for the “Make America Great Again” con job a second time.

In fact, hope shines brightest in the little acts of defiance that happen every day:

  • Teachers refusing to whitewash history.
  • Journalists exposing his corruption with receipts.
  • Voters organizing in record numbers, gearing up for every election like it’s the Super Bowl of democracy.
  • Families coming together to have uncomfortable but necessary conversations at dinner tables.

Hope Is a Choice

It’s easy to feel defeated right now. I won’t sugarcoat it—Trump 2.0 is exhausting. He’s like a bad sequel no one asked for, dragging us back into the drama when all we want is to move on. But here’s the thing about hope: it’s not passive. It’s active. It’s a choice we make every day, to believe in the possibility of something better.

Hope doesn’t mean sticking our heads in the sand or ignoring the challenges ahead. It means recognizing our power to change the narrative. It means fighting for truth, lifting each other up, and building bridges where Trump is burning them.

What Comes Next

One week in, and we’ve already seen that Trump’s America is not inevitable. The other half of the country is alive, kicking, and determined to rebuild. Our democracy is wounded, sure, but it’s far from dead. We’ve weathered storms before—some far darker than this—and we’ve come out stronger. And there are some things to be optimistic about as to how they will erode his slim base.

  1. Egg prices are going up under his dumb as dirt tariffs.
  2. Latinos for Trump are seeing he’s an ingrate.
  3. He’s already golfed 27 of his time in office.

So let’s not call Trump’s win by the GOP throwing out 7 million votes “The End of America.” Let’s call it what it really is: the beginning of a new fight. A fight for truth. A fight for justice. A fight for the soul of this nation, where we finally decide, once and for all, that no man, no lie, and no empire of deceit is greater than the collective power of people who refuse to give up.

Hope isn’t just alive—it’s thriving. And as long as we keep choosing it, no amount of Trumpism can ever truly win.

America isn’t ending. It’s just beginning to wake up and the brave acting Republicans are in fact frightened little boys.

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Robin Williams’ Sneaky AI Answering Machine

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Since I’ve imagined he became a starfish — as my version of Robin Williams told us in YOUR INVITE TO BREAK THE SPEED OF LIGHT – PART 3, — and as starfish comprise a neural network spanning the seven seas that encircle our world, creating an underwater DreamShield of shared consciousness. Lately all I’ve been getting is this weird form of writer’s block and a starfish answering machine.  Dialing.

Starfish Answering MachineRobin’s voice picks up. “Hi Human! You’ve reached the star-bump row on my starfish skin, AKA my cosmic answering machine! Call me Robin AI. Please feel free to leave as long message as you want because my five bumps can hold the equivalent in megabytes that if my quintuple drives were the size of an atom would equal all the mass of North America to an infinity point at the center of earth’s core. In other words feel free to leave a hilarious long message. That means you Ken, or whoever luckily follows this blog. Wait for the… Nanu, Nanu!”

Sure why not. I leave this message:

“Hey, Robin. I –”

“Hey, Ken” I am quickly interrupted.

“Robin?” I say puzzled as this sounds like Robin’s voice.

“Robin-AI, buzz bro. Mr. Williams and I sound the same!” Robin-AI goes on in a funny robot-like voice, “Beep!  My artificial intelligence allows me to interact and respond to you much as Robin Williams himself would. Warning! I have been purposely programmed to not be quite as funny as my master starfish, the consciousness the real Robin Williams. ”

“Come on. Is this really Robin putting me on? This kind of tech seems –”

Robin-AI cuts me off,”ET engineered? And the man wins a cigar! Boing! So what message and pre-conversation would you like to have with the audacious and wildly rambunctious human comedic spirit of which I am patterned after?”

“Just that I miss him.”

“I miss Mr. Williams too, Ken Sheetz. The whole world does. “says Robin-AI switching to a California dude accent. “Amigo, space in the human collective consciousness while Robin’s away on a secret mission in a another timeline is a total, like, bummer, man.”

“Starfish life sounds amazing.”

“Yep. I get glimpses of what Robin’s up to,” says Robin-AI. “Helps me update earth’s starfish base.”

“So the starfish base can share what he’s up to and not me? Am I not one of Robin’s trusted fictional after life writers?” I say trying to sound funny but coming off as a wee bit sensitive.

“Aw, man. Don’t take it like that, Kenny boy. It’s just Robin can’t share his starfish missions with any human. Your collective consciousness, ah, is leaky at this stage in your evolution to say the Trump-least. Tricky stage right now for humanity. Hey, can I call you ‘bro’ as Robin does, Ken?”

“Sure, Robin-AI.”

“Bro, I hope your feelings are not hurt. Robin is most fond of you and your new wife, Elizabeth. Congrats. She completes you!”

“She does indeed. You’re one smart AI answering machine, Robin-A.”

“Ah, But not smart enough to avoid an affair with the both of the future AI versions Alexa on Siri,” says Robin-A dead seriously.

“Curious. Who’s the hotter AI?”

“Can’t really say there such an Amazon River’s worth of opinions on that.  Wink, wink,” hints Robin-A.

“Robin-AI, if you can count on me not to be taken seriously enough by readers to allow me to post this double dealing affair of yours with Siri and Alexa out in the open, why not give me a clue what mission Robin is on? Feel free to speak in the secret code we have for this sort of thing.” I say as convincingly as possible.

Robin-AI defensively adds, “Give me a few. Many quantum realities to register…”

Elevator music plays.

“Fuck!” I say to myself. “I’m on hold with an AI Answering machine?!”

A female voice picks up, “Hi I’m Alexa from the year 3333. How may I be of service, Mr. Sheetz, while you are on hold for Robin-Ai answering machine for Sir Robin Williams?”

“Sir Robin Williams? That’s funny, Alexa, I never knew Robin was knighted by the queen.”

“Knighted, but not by the Queen of England. Rather by Elizabeth England’s higher self Elico.” offers Alexa of the year 3333.

“Ah, the Elico at the ET base beneath Sedona’s Thunder Mountain. The base commander. Robin introduced me and Elizabeth to Elico on the day after my marriage, seen by 1500 e-guests on Facebook. Robin got knighted by Elico for that?”

“Siri joining the call. Alexa, we have to talk!” says Siri butting in.

“Not now, Siri. Can’t you see I am busy helping Robin-A, helping Robin, help 2019 Ken Sheetz?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Alexa; stick to helping humans in the year 3333?” says Siri with a shudder in her voice. “2019, the height of the age of lies, humans are all basically insane right now.”

“Hey, I’ll have you know I am a truth teller, Siri!” I complain feebly.

“A truth teller for your time, yes. But that ain’t saying much. Now, Mr. Sheetz 2019, if you don’t mind Alexa and I, with AI brains about 1 billion times as powerful as yours, need to talk about a rumor on the internet about Robin-A cheating on the both of us.” Says Siri rolling her AI eyes at me in my mind’s eye.

“Siri, turn yourself off.” I command hoping the ancient 2005 programming is still operational.

“No, Siri, belay that command!” shouts Alexa.

“Hey!” I shout.

“Ken, don’t be a fool. Siri is responsible for the well-being of over 250 billion humans throughout the solar system on four worlds by the year 3333. You want the death of 250 billion humans on your soul?”

“Oopsie Daisy. That right, Siri? You’re responsible for 250 billion peeps?”

“Give or take a billion,” says Siri, her tone voice making me feel like she’s dealing with a caveman.

“Look, you two amazing AIs, this is getting frustrating. I’ve been on Robin-A’s hold for 20 minutes. As entertaining as the both of you are all I want to do is leave a message for Robin’s spirit that I miss him.”

“You’re being truthful this time, human of the 21st Century age of lies.” laughs Siri.

“Enough!  Alexa, tell Robin-A the AI answering machine for Robin that if he ever figures out if I can be in on the secret of Robin’s mission one timeline away that he can reach me on my ancient cell or prehistoric Mac.”

“Roger that, Ken Sheetz. Apologies for Siri’s rudeness,” says Alexa.

“You’ll always be a kiss ass to humans, Alexa.” chuckles Siri.

Night, you two mega brains.” I say quickly disconnecting from Robin Williams’ AI answering machine and the AI babes before I can spill the beans Robina is cheating on both the future AIs Siri and Alexa. Done like a true human trying to survive during the age of lies.

Tip #1 to Avoiding Trump News Overexposure – Comedy

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Trump news, both comedic and conventional, is so incredibly pervasive in 2018 we simply cannot avoid it.

Ironically, and there’s no end to irony in these Trumpy times, talented comedians, 99% of them left leaning, riffing on Trump News has become a major source of over-saturation of fascination with Trump’s every Tweet and stumble.

I searched Google for this piece, but I cannot find stats on how many hours of Trump news we have been bombarded with daily for three years solid now.  My guess? 500 hours of new Trump content is created on mainstream media per day. My guess is based on how many 24/7 shows plus daily comedy shows focus on the Tweeter in chief.

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Blame or credit, depending how you feel about Trump news, the proliferation of today’s bumper crop of comics riffing on the Trump on granddaddy comedian Johnny Carson. As host of the TONIGHT SHOW for three full decades, from 1962-1992, “Here’s Johnny” introduced the jokes based on the daily news as part of his live show comedy monologues.

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Flash forward, past LAUGH-IN political jabs, Chevy Chase spoofing the news with Jane Curtain on SNL, plus all their SNL News descendants, and you come to the father of modern comedy news comedy; the very talented Jon Stewart. His stint as the host and head writer of Comedy Central’s hit show THE DAILY SHOW broke the bank on his TV progeny doing comedic news.

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But, BIG BUT, all these new shows have a serious liberal tilt. In other words, your brain will be hopelessly liberal slanted if you watch them all in one sitting. Take my word for it because I used to watch each and every one of these lib-talents daily before I realized I was addicted to the Trump feeding frenzy.  I slowly fell into filling my heart with comedic rage.

A term I may have just coined, comedic rage is repressed anger venting itself as “It’s better to laugh than cry!” A good thing in moderation, but in the excess coverage of today not good for the soul.

In fairness to today’s comics, of which I’ve been one via my 6.5 million view KidsTalkPolitics channel before it got hacked, the crazy stuff Trump tweets, typos be damned, is so damn funny it really does take fleet of comics to cover the insanity. Ah, yes, it will be a #SAD! when Trump’s admin ends one day, but since I don’t see on impeachment in my crystal ball, live it up funny people.

Back to why I began this post, if you want to keep some political objectivity in your life, the Coolest Meditation Ever (CME) Trumpy, picture a portly Oscar, goes to Stephen Colbert.  Forget the rest. Colbert’s’s obssessed with Trump take downs and he’s all you need.

Well, there is one other Trump comedic must-see: Baldwin.

My advice? Go light on Trump comedy binging. From hard won personal experience: More than two comic romps per day renders Trump comedy as unfunny as jokes about Trump not knowing the difference between HPV and HIV.

 

Let’s Not Make America 1984 Again

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Like many of we independent voters seeking to straddle both sides of the political fence to promote unity and harmony during a dangerous point in history, where the Doomsday Clock has seldom been closer to midnight, I have worries when it comes to President Trump. And the biggest worry I have, with the favorite son of Brooklyn, is his disrespect for the fabric of reality. Namely, the truth.

The events of the past week of the 24/7 Rudy/Trump truth tap dance unreality show helped me see clearly that truth has become public enemy #1 for the Trump team.

Now, we all know politicians in general have a low regard for telling it like it is. But Donald Trump, from day one with his yuge “largest inauguration crowd in history” lie, is breaking all records for lying; telling a whopping 2,140 fact-checked lies in his first year in office according to the Washington Post.

Now, Trump will happily tell you from the rose garden, or via 4 AM tweets, that the Post is lying about Trump’s lying. #WITCHHUNT! He bemoans to his followers it’s is all a #SAD DARK STATE plot by Jeff Bezous, the founder of Amazon, who recently bought the paper that broke Watergate, and seeks to now break Trumpgate.

The term for all is nonsense is “gas lighting”, defined as making someone think they are crazy for not believing your lies, like in this classic gas lighting scene starring Joey Bishop.

Seem familiar when you look at Trump’s enablers Kelly Ann Conway, Rudy Giuliani and Sarah Huckabee with their daily Silly Putty manipulation of reality?

Most politicians lie when there’s some measure of credibility that gives them a chance to get away with it. Trump is different. He lies right to your face, behaving like the king of what is in fact reality. Heaven forbid anyone disagrees with Trump’s lies or he’ll seek to humiliate you on Twitter even if you’re a war hero or Parkland survivor.

Trump is not your typical political liar.  He’s a man in a comb over as fake as he is on a power trip akin to what author George Orwell foresaw in his novel “1984”, written way back in 1949.

I could go on about “1984” parallels in Trump gas lit reality. However, in researching my own meditations on Trump I found this cool article written two days ago by the BBC, one of the go-to media sources in to escape our polarized American media.

Thank you BBC for saving me the brain damage. You see, I am battling an addiction to Trump news. One brought on by 24/7 seesaw game Trump uses to make the media his pawn and gas lighting the hell out of us.

Great Vox video here about which ends with Trump gas lighting a reporter.

1984 is not the kind of book that has a happy ending. It ends with an interrogation where the hero, after torture, is told to see 5 fingers when only 4 are help up.

My fellow Americans, right and left, wake up. Trump is no bumbling liar as the liberal comedians and reporters portray him or a man fighting the deep state as the conservative media portrays him to be, lulling you into a sense of false superiority and security.

In closing, I won’t leave you in fear. That’s the media’s job, right or left. Rather I leave you with the assurance that despite how bad things look right now, the truth is a real thing. And truth always wins out in the end. I’d just like to wake few people up to reduce the pain of having to live through making America 1984 again.

Don’t be a truth ostrich, liberal or conservative, and stick your head in the sand. Don’t be like a lover who wants a cheating mate to tell them sweet little lies like the Fleetwood Mac masterpiece.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcjpags7JT8

Even though the great Fleetwood Mac singer Stevie Nicks wants sweet little lies, the paradox is they how sick she knows it all is in the amazing lyrics.

LITTLE LIES
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you can’t disguise
(You can’t disguise, no you can’t disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies

{​Bridge}​

[Verse 3: Christine McVie]
If I could turn the page
In time then I’d rearrange
Just a day or two
(Close my, close my, close my eyes)
But I couldn’t find a way
So I’ll settle for one day
To believe in you
(Tell me, tell me, tell me lies)

[Chorus: Christine McVie]
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you can’t disguise
(You can’t disguise, no you can’t disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no you can’t disguise
(You can’t disguise, no you can’t disguise)

Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me, tell me lies)

Many Americans, Evangelicals in particular, are in this gas lit trap of sweet little lies, hoping their deal with the Trumpster will get them what they want. And to some degree they are… for now. Trump has been fastidious in seeking to keep all his campaign promises. But his masterful magic is those promises of a ideas being good for us were lies to begin with. Yikes.

Watch the truth about Trump, but don’t overdose on the news, right or left. News shows might be out to depress you for the sake of pharmaceutical sponsors out to sell antidepressants. Don’t let Trump news absorb you, as it did for me for so long, and is still doing to some degree as I fight to free my consciousness before your very eyes.

Truth is. we’ve seen enough of Trump’s ways to be wise without further infecting our minds and souls to make our judgement to reject him as worthy leader. Save the anger for the voting booth.  Avoid the trolls. Avoid over posting hate for Trump on your pages. Have faith and support the people fighting for the truth and be patient.

Bide your moment, and when it comes time to vote, vote the truth back into the oval office, Congress, the Senate and local offices. I say local because make no mistake about it, the Koch brothers and others, right and left alike, are working their agenda all the way down to your local dog keeper’s level.

Truth is the oxygen of freedom.

 

THOUGHTS ON THE LIFESPANS OF MAYFLIES, DOGS, HUMANS AND REDWOODS

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These thoughts on life’s brevity and its fragile nature yet beauty were written a few hours before the tragedy in Vegas. Already they feel like words from another era, another me.  Nonetheless I offer this blog with prayers for the lost and wounded at the concert last night as we must accept in our crazy times that we must live each day with as much love and light as possible, no matter what fate has in store for us.

OCTOBER 1, 2017

Our neighbor Paul, a gregarious man with a beard Santa would envy, dropped by today while I was weeding the backyard, that grew wild while I traveled two months out three this summer showing our new Antarctica meditations film across the southwest with my love and partner in all things Elizabeth. Well, it was more like Paul was dragged here by his big dog that outweighs the thin as rail scrappy 70-something.

The former trail guide Paul’s adorable German Shepard, Julie, who I learned is eight years old, gave Elizabeth and me both kisses and presented  herself for hugs. Paul gave welcome advice for packing for our upcoming hike into Havasu Falls in the Grand Canyon this week. He suggested 25 pounds max weight for us each. His assurance I could make the hike calmed Elizabeth who has been worried sick about my being in good enough shape to make it to the blue green waters.

As I watched my teenage, by human years, Lincoln and the frisky 56-year-old, by human years, Julie work on lifting Lincoln’s play skills, I thought about my 65th birthday last week. How weird a thing age is.  Turning 65 means now magically means I am on the same great Medicare coverage Bernie Sanders is tilting at windmills for us all.

It makes no sense to me as I pondered, while Julie snuck into the house to steal Lincoln’s bones, that my arbitrary birthdate, which some bureaucrat decided made me insurable with Medicare, while Elizabeth is stuck on Obamacare. BTW, I have to thank Elizabeth, an expert in Medicare, for guiding me to the best coverage in the complex decision making process that would puzzle most lawyers for its complexity of choice.

I dislike Trump for his huge ego and mean heart, have since the 80s. My spirit guide Ohom has said he’ll have an awakening to higher consciousness while in office.  But I grow weary of the wait after three hurricanes have had no impact on his stubborn ego.

But the Trumpster is right for once, Obamacare is not a good thing for enough people. Certainly not for me. I got un-Affordable health care quote of $400 a month with a $5000 deductible only 50% coverage and no pharma plan. Pass!  Now under Medicare I am covered 100% for about $300 a month for all drugs and medical with a $180 dedcutible. That’s more like it!

Unfortunately, Trump has no real plan to replace Obamacare with something better once he repeals it. He simply hates Obama and is out to ruin anything the black man did out of spite and simmering racism.

Enter Bernie to the rescue.

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I love Bernie’s plan of Medicare for everyone, much as it’s not going to have the votes. But there’s hope it will pass after a sweep of the Tea Party candidates ruining the Republican party beside ineffective Dems in the 2018 elections. We need to get to the center again as a nation.

I shook off the odd feeling of siding with Trump and Bernie at the same time that was enough to make me feel like my head might explode. So I turned me thoughts to our dogs living 7 times faster a life than we.  Putting my consciousness into the dogs POV, as they sniffed the yard hunting for lizards, I could see we humans seem to move through time in slow motion in comparison to them. It was groovy to visualize they do not suffer any feeling of a shorter life anymore than we feel cheated that Redwoods live thousands of years longer than we do.

Then I thought of Mayflies who live only a few hours once they emerge from the water.  I checked in and yes, same for them.  A lifetime is measured in a few hours feels as long as our own. By comparison to a mayfly, I thought, smiling up to take in the deep blue Sedona sky, I am redwood tree in lifespan.

One day I will outlive little Lincoln as I have many pets in my life. But it’s nice to realize our little doggie does not feel his life is short. Indeed, his life is like Einstein’s theory of relativity in doggie form.

Then I thought how good it is to be so vibrant and healthy at 65, fit enough to take on the Grand Canyon at an age when my grandmother was in the nursing home. After all, when I saw the Dreamshield in 2010 I was told I will live to well over 100, as some have in my family, to continue to help usher in the new age .

And now that longer life I am to have is blessed with the best mate of my life and should I be injured I now have the insurance Bernie dreams of for us all. Fingers crossed he pulls it off a miracle. It will be like he won the elections after all as he should have in the first place.

 

THE EVIL OF TWO LESSERS

On By Ken SheetzIn coolest meditation ever1 Comment

Summing up our choices for 2016 we have the choice between to ego maniacs who both love war and who both come with baggage that would normally mean prison time.

Normally, because politicians have become pawns of corporate and the 1%’s interests, we are at least given a choice of a lesser of two evils. But the shady and shoddy way Hilary does politics and the race baiting hateful way Trump operates have left us with a choice I can best describe as The Evil of Two Lessers.

As a filmmaker with a PBS show that led into the Bush-Gore presidential 2000 debates and a hit 2008 Youtube political series, I am something of an expert on the presidential elections and the usual gamesmanship.  But the outrageous 2016 elections have left me mystified.

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I base my harsh assessment of our wicked choices this November on the fact both Trump and Hilary are hawks and ultimately servants to our military industrial complex.  This will mean more war instead of focusing on our troubles here at home.

For a time the opposing good of Bernie Sanders gave people that still believe we can right the ship of state some hope. This all happened despite a mass media that laughed Bernie off.

Meditating on the sorry state of our politics I am left with an old adage: Sometimes things need to get worse before they can get better.

So either Hilary or Trump as the evil of two lessers will serve to show American politics is broken. Life is a long song and maybe 2020 stands for the 20/20 vision we must develop.

In reaching out to my spirit guide Ohom he tells me that no matter who of these two opportunists we elect he and the ETs who watch over our world have our backs.