Word of mouth and the virtue signal visuals

Do you hear what I hear?

Did you hear that?

The big bang?

The startle reflex is in high gear.

The middle finger is poised and ready to flip,

the bird.

Changing the game plan? (ct/bs) mid game.

Priceless.

Switching the playbook game plan mid game. Someone must take the ownership of and for the pummeling. But. When?

Vindicated versus Vindication.

A no win situation.

Leveling the leverage?

Again,

A no win situation.

Disingenuous ingenuity.

Again.

A no win situation.

Like yesterday would have been “nice.” And. If the self implosion wasn’t so heartbreaking, it would not nor could not even be laughable. There is a difference between bowing out gracefully and bowing out, at all.

It does beg the question.

”What were you thinking?”

No amount of a hurricane waters and waves can distract the train wreck that is moving down the tracks. In a smart life, life takes the steady hand with the steadiest of resolve to walk along side.

Really. No amount of distraction is able to distract. When the steady eye is on the prize. The steady hand wins the wise.

The prize?

Service of others.

Service to others.

And all the minutiae in between that may not be so “sexy.”🤓

Not so enticing when the mid drift gives way to the evil eyes of envious jealousy. Down right ugly.

Jumping on the feel good bandwagon just to feel good about oneself while stuffing down the never ending lies and innuendo.

Gross.

Just plain gross.

And. Grotesque.

We are, after all, slowly approaching the spirit of the Halloween nightmare of goblins and ghosts and ghouls. Why must we rush this time of year? Why are we practicing so hard NOW to be one of them? The ghouls, goblins and ghosts of yesterday’s icky past.

The nightmare? May be here soon enough. Shortsidedness is a game plan of a fool.

Unless of course, you really need to be “liked” that much.

Please do not take us down with your withered sense of self. There is mucho to live for—even in the darkest of nights, the stormiest of waters, and the heightened fatigue that pummels the soul day in and day out.

Why?

It ain’t worth it.

What?

Playing the game of a fool.

Fo some, fear is an aphrodisiac.

For others. A life choice.

Still for some. A way of life.

When the roster is posted, and your name is missing, what would you do? There is mucho to be said about sticking together in times of great distress, even if, in the moment, you may not be certain how to ride it all out.

It sucks.

Really sucks.

The gut is a beautiful place to exists when it is trusted. And. You will know when the situation calls for the upchuck 🤮 of all vomits.

How will you know?

You. Will. Just. Know.

The eyes tell the story.

The eyes tell the story because the eyes hold the truth.

Blink. And you will miss it.

with flooded tears of sadness, confusion and fear, the truth lies behind the sobs and grieves of

Please help me.

This current state of affairs is untenable. The who’s on first is getting old.

Like in.

Softball versus Small ball,

Old.

Olden timer.

The proof now?

The proof is in the pudding.🤣.

The faces of old may not “do it for you” anymore.

Intimidation versus Imitation.

May be the sincerest form of flattery.

And. But. For.

It may not.

Aging well, like a fine wine, 🍷 requires the fragile care of a steady hand. Not to mention.

A steady beating heart full of care and grace.

Funny.

Not. funny as in ha ha.

Funny as in ironically ironic.

Help.

Thank God and goodness is NOT a four letter word.

Perhaps there may be strings attached for some of the few……

One may never know until the bill comes due.

Uck.

Ugh.

Ick.

Sic.

Erroneous at best.

Enriching.

Not so much.

The truth comes back to haunt, too, ya know.

Not in the same way as a lie, however.

Body cams be damned.

It cannot nor never tell the whole story. May, maybe getcha off the hook for an arresting moment. Til the bill comes due, too.

The collective mind, once the dust settles have robbed that which they want for themselves.

Duh.

Yep.

Duh.

Phoniness is an insult. To intelligence. (bs)

The read between the lines mentalities does not even pertain to life in this decade of proven beyond a reasonable doubt. Because the doubt is thrown in the dog pile💩 with the wishes of riches beyond one’s wildest dreams.

Overestimation is and can be a flooding numbness of heightened emotional response. (bs) to the inauthenticity of the lie. (ct)

Name calling is for the child on the playground who cannot defend himself or herself in the moment the bully comes up and pushes them down on the ground.

What to do?

Push back.

Even harder.

Emotional blackmail is for whiners.

Strength is for the real person who wants to help the masses at the expense of all, not at the expense of the few.

Robbed.

Who, You. Or. Me? The survival of the fittest may not be so fit when the sleep deprivation sets in and the fatigue takes over. It all may look good. Look fine. And. Unless the talker is speaking in pig Latin, the message gets lost somewhere in the intonation, inflection, gestures and gesticulations.

(Minus the middle finger of interpretation, of course)

Most people are clued in enough to know when their beings are being taken to the back with another to haggle about the details of the moment that just was.

The sacrificial lamb?

Is happy and childlike to oblige Him.

Knows all to well who he or she belongs to and is more than happy and grace-filled to stand with the steady hand of steadfast love and walk through the fire of doubt and doubting Thomases.

In the meantime. We plug along hoping to gain some semblance of normalcy.

Whatever that means.