What goes around comes around. One thing leads to another. Common sense….

Expectations are funny things.

Outsmartment brings.

The doubt that all things evil clings, too.

Soooooooooooooo.

Now where do we go?

Backwards?

Babbling more than ever the truths of the lies and the depths of the lies and the lengths to which humans will go to pull the cushy, cushy wool over the eyes of the innocent.

Not so funny. Not such a funny thing. Establishment is best built on a happy and truthful foundation of clear, transparency.

We are our own worst enemy. We can also become another’s, too. With very little effort and a whole lotta bitterness. That is one way the cookie crumbles. Under the pressure and weight of all the pride and prideful ways we kid ourselves. And try to kid others. For personal gain.

Cheat, steal and lie, too.

Idols are funny things, too.

When all else fails, and humans, do, too. We resort to pretending we are someone, ANYONE, else.

Cinderella.

Batman.

And even a talking sponge.🧽……

We got caught sleeping. And. We got caught watching the screen go up and down and madly continued scrolling with the intensity of an imbecile all things that told us how to go, where to go.

Worst of all. How fast to get there…to our own demise. At our own expense and for the advantage of someone else.

Why do we do this?

Belief can be a fickle beast. Doubt can, too. Unless we stop pretending that “it” doesn’t matter, than it will never,

Matter.

Go away.

Improve.

So we continue the dance of all things ridiculous and basically, let’s finally admit it, unbelieveable—science included. And.

Get real.

Really real.

Once and for all—real. We can only help the “high-er ups” not only if we believe in the same “things.” If we support the exclusivity for the majority who mis-represent the story at the expense of the few. Who dire are dare to survive another day.

If we believe in each other and our truthful capacity to change.

We have it. We all do. Are capable of change whether it be in our mega-mansions or on the streets where some sleep and where they have no names.

So easy to just “walk on by” the perils of another. Grab the microphone, spout non-truths and expect change to just occur, appear out of thin air, like a magical unicorn.

All the while unknowing Mickey has been laughing all the way to the bank.

What a fun and cute little fella, that Mickey is, who is all “committed” to Minny and their “story.” Gotta give ‘em credit. (Although, not actually, really, and all that conceptual stuff that drives the apple cart) They developed quite a following.

Quite.

A.

Following.

Those two little rascally mice. Most of the time, folks prefer to chase the little buggers right out of the dwelling of their current choice. Not these two cuties, though. Some followers plan their free time to visit them. Plan their lives around traveling thousands of miles to see these over-sized and giant rodents strut around wearing their over-sized Mary Jane’s and colorful get-ups.

I dunno.

I prefer.

Him.

To.

Them.

Call me old-fashioned.

Ooops, I even recall, these two little dickens/mice’s had their own private island…..Musta been a nice place to visit if ya knew how to get there. And many, many humans knew, how to get there. Siri, would also be happy to help, I am certain. There was, after all, something in it for that pleasant-bot-of-a-gal-voice. She knew where she was going, where you were going, where Mickey and Minny were and all the little munchkins who visited the dream-like existence of slides and cotton candy.

Somehow.

Somewhere.

Someday.

We’ll find a new way of living.

Check.

We’ll find a new way of for giving.

Check.

We’ll find a new way of rainbow-ing?

Check.

We are not at all “half way there.” No check. Not even close.

Not so realistic.

The old way worked for such a long while.

Somehow.

Someday.

Somewhere.

Unsustainable. By real fact-based and transparent human standards.

Until then.

What goes around comes around.

One things leads to another.

Common sense has taken over as the order of the day.

And.

A whole lotta people are doing lots of “splaining.”

(Newspeak for “explaining.”)

For their past behavior.

Nowadays. Lotsa splaining going on now the airwaves of our lives.

You life and our success will depend upon who you believe, who you believe in.

The “mic” drop. Gone. Are those days of rock start status and all things peon.. We are all created equal in Our true aged-old creator’s eyes.

That’s them is the mic’ drop of all mic’ drops to believe in.

Him.

And.

He has the scars to prove it. He ain’t afraid to show them. He ain’t afraid to use them to His advantage for your advantage and your well-being. Ever. Forever. And. Always.

Yes.

Right now, those “splainers” have lots of time to spare. Maybe not a lot of change. In fact. They have no real change to speak of. However, they do expect us all to sit and still listen to the gibberish.

Your choice.

If you choose to listen. They are still banking on the fact your believe their nonsense and noise.

Your choice.

Although this next vision may be a sad one. Mickey and Minny, sitting back on their lounge chairs, sipping a colada. waiting, just waiting for the followers to flock to their heavenly island of burgers and shakes.

‘Cept. No one is coming. The adults became wise. And thought. This is too expensive of an endeavor to continue the nickeling and dining and dining of my life and my off spring. On the other hand, at times, the adults, found it difficult to bear the children’s whining and screaming.

Mayhem ensued. Mickey and Minny were not smiling anymore. They began consuming too many coladas waiting for their followers to come, idolize their being-ness and their beautiful island fell straight into the ocean.

Sad.

Yes.

They could have exercised restraint. The acclaim and accolades were just too delicious. Thus. They ate themselves alive. The children became sad, tired, crabby and hungry. Nobody had fun anymore.

All because the teeny mice grew too large for their own britches and expectations of everybody else— to foot the bill on their Mary Jane’s. Their feet became tired. Their hands bopped themselves right in the eyes.

What goes around comes around.

One thing leads to another.

COMMON SENSE. Will prevail.

One can still hold a special place in their heart for the mice antics.

But.

Reminder: God does what we can’t do. (GB)