Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Headless Huzz-BANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!

  Well in the domination of the sexes there is a little known fact that the husband or (huz-band) is a title given in more derision than in honor.  For no man would give himself this distinct and nameless honor if he knew what it really meant. 

The womanly title of 'huzzy' is given to 'hora' women who cannot for someone damn reason, (currency), stop having relations with the opposite sex.  This title was passed down from the male figures of history called husbands, in the much the same way the very title of husband was passed to the men. 

In the old days of recent past the feudal system was not much more than a prettied up tribal custom.  And not some, New World Order grandiose establishment, the succession of matriarchal succession was in vogue from the cave-man days right through to the "organized" tribe days of the fertile crescent as well into the civilizations of stone and bronze age.  The mother had all the rights and the father was nothing more than a figure head.  This idea of womanly succession was not a pagan idea. (By the way the word idea is a female god named Ida.)
 

Anyway, the female property rights succession was in vogue with the rich men and women.  The Common stock people or 'commoners' knew nothing of marriage and tried in vain to copy their beloved royalty in the traditions and pageantry.  So with men and women who lived in the forest, not behind the castle walls.  Men took forest-wives for eleven months and then one month in May it was a orgy 'free-for- all.'  'The Royals,' never considered the commoners to be really married and once a year told them all or more like gently persuaded them to suspend of their forest-wife marriages and have sexual freedom.


The communist today use the May 1st Day as a celebration day of the dissolution of the old world.  If you can see the underpinnings of such a celebration then it makes perfect 'red square' sense.  For the rest of us still unsure of the truthful facts of things.  Still need a little hand holding along this concept.  I am guessing if you are still reading this, it might be you

This sexual freedom insured a better 'breeding stock' for the 'blue bloods' to pick from and chose the best of the loose to  bed-wed with.  The royal wives did not mind this practice since it freed them of wifely duties and direct child bearing.  They certainly did not want to increase the size of their skinny waists. 

The men (future husbands) who were looking for a better life were told that they needed to bed a royal or a woman with an inheritance of land, to have any chance in life.  So men started wooing landlord woman and not worthless strumpets.  These men looking for a 'hand up' started wooing the women of means. 

This means was 'handed' to them from other worthless husbands (not holding title to lands) called fathers.  These 'fathers' choose which son-in-law would wed their daughters.  This took the pressure off the false idea, from movies mostly:

"I must have a son to pass on my inheritance." Sort of thing.  This is a much debated line of thought because Hollywood and the TV like to reinforce things that are simply not true.  There was no fight to make a son and have a  new King.  Kings were 'looked down upon' by other kings because the idea of Kingly virtue was to die, by the hands of those who understood. 

For instance Jesus said, "...I better not go down there in that city lest they think, I am a King and kill me."
So if you stand under a hanging man then you were the one who under-stands.  If you get my meaning.

Since you had to die for your land or "country" if you were deemed the 'King-Hero.'  The King in tribes even today are the dinners of cannibals and the deities for humans since we never see the King rise from 'their graves' and go to heaven.  But of course that  is what they tell all the would be kings (future suckers) what happened to them.  The Kingly sacrifice was reinforced by an unseen power that no one talks about.  So the fairy tales of heroes began.  Heroes are always dead men who tell no tales.  Because the living are the ones 'spinning' the  lies of the fallen. 

Spiders and stories have a long history but that's for another chapter:  Web and the Space Spiders.

The royalty, knew or understood, they did not want to be a King all the time, especially when it was the 'nut cuttin' occasion. So would be "knights" of the realm would from time to time  try to "win" the hand of a princess.  But the princess, all long was always in charge and never a mindless or helpless victim.

The movies have been all adopting the Father, 'Pater-right,' concepts handed down to the 'commoners,' not the real  rights that influence today's world and it's politics. 
 

These 'wood-be' husbands, remember the forest wives, try to win the land rights of women  or they will lose their heads trying.  Thus the idea of a headless horse men was born.  The loser or the one not picked by the 'woman with means' would get all mad! 

Usually because she beds the one she likes and married the one that makes more sense.  This happened all the time and  jilted lovers would have to stand their and take a marriage ceremony that they knew was 'loveless.'  Unlike the movies the woman rarely choose the one she truly loved.  This was folly and not good financial sense.  So the winning husband now had land.  But he did not want to tend the land and keep it.  He would rather be off using his new found wealth getting the attention of the King or maybe even the Queen.  The Queen was the greatest prize of all.  So the loser man was called the 'huzzy-band' and was told, he could live there and eat but he was nothing more than a glorified gardener. 

And from time to time, he would continue sack the love of his dreams because he was around all the time and the real husband was off making  more money or noise for the family title.  So the husband name was born. Born of ignorance and suffering. (Sound familiar)  He is nothing more than a lawn cutter and gardener. 

So you still see this today, men cutting their wives lawns and going to Home Depot picking up assorted tools or toys.  All the time history is laughing at his apparent ignorance.  Men of all ages, usual married, go to your big house stores, Lowes and Home Depot.  (Yes they are sponsors of this blog.)  Going to and fro 'fixing' their yard and house.  But we all know deep down inside it's not really ours, is it??

 No, we as men, are just playing out the etymological meaning of ours names huz (hut or house) band (keeper or tender).  But what about, the headless horse man thing? It predates the Sleepy Hollow tale.  And comes from Germany. 

Where Germanic soldiers told tales of 'wild huntsman' and was misunderstood as 'headless horse man'.  These wild huntsman were jilted men who either got tired of being a lawn boy and sex servant of the woman of the house. (Remember the biblical Joseph tale.)  Or  lost contact from the children they fathered and were never entitled to have.  And most of the time did not want to tell their offspring the truth since that would "change their stars." Or fortune (future) of their children's Zodiacal lives. 

"The royalty knew who was and was not a real royal and picked and choose the strongest or good looking of these husband offspring." 

So from time to time, a man would lose his head and get a weapon and terrorize local town folk at night.  Since they could not become a 'knight' they would be a monster at night instead. 

You see this today with all the shootings.  Men who lost their lives or possessions and mostly their heads.  Buying into a better life concept, held from them (conspiracy of a sort) because they were not deemed worthy in the first place.

(BTW, I am 'happily married' if you were wondering, to a wonder woman of my dreams!) Hopelessly trying to encourage her into the May Day forest festivals. Yippee ki yeah right...
 
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Sunday, September 13, 2015

Man is better than a Woman


 
Cough, cough---clearing the throat a little here. When talking about the opposite sex it can get a little hairy here---please lend me some latitude or altitude---here. When watching the film Edge of Tomorrow in Harkins Theater at the Cine Capri-- in Southlake, TX. I could not help but realize this is a grand stage for the battle of the sexes.

When there is a battle of the sexes on the screen you would want a 'sexy tight' couple with good looks and tightly fitted clothes and nice smiles.  We might think of two people dressed in the latest fashion of 'Parda' both male and female, top of the food chain and full of their claim of outright but still earned-- success.

 This is the essential backdrop to say, "... that a Man is better than a Woman."
  Or the opposing view,  heaven forbid, that a Woman is absolutely better than a beastly man.  This way of scoring is not good logical, where a female can only win by beating a man at his own game. Surely there are other more grander ways to account for an apples 2 apples comparison?

 
 We saw this play out in the 2008 election where a woman the presumptive president of the United States was campaigning seemingly unopposed but her only real opponent was a newly elected black Senator from Chicago.  In America of 2008 a woman president could not even trump the heavy uneasiness of US racism in the continuous American states over grand male chauvinism.

MC beats Race.  Who in America would have believed a black man can be president over a former first lady??? We should have come out of the 2008 election all like mini-James Bond's (in Gold Finger) slapping all women on the behind and saying to her and any other future candidate.

The Presidency is still --" Man stuff, darling---see ya later--maybe tomorrow, 2016? "

This battle of the sexes does happen and does play out everyday.  These funny sex filled anecdotes are a thing of old hat in a Church setting laughing at the grand differences between Man and Woman or Husband vs Wife.  This of course leaves out the one thing I witnessed on the silver screen yesterday.

And old movie to watch that got a lot of accolades from the Hollywood crowd was the great film-- Kramer vs Kramer---this set the stage of the divorce rate in America from the seventies because it showed the process of 'd-constructing' your marriage if you lived in the middle class of the late seventies and early eighties.

In the movie Edge of Tomorrow it was an awesome play out of the battle of the sexes.  This movie surprised me not only by it's ending-- but also it's futuristic Normandy type invasion sequences.  The timing of the movie being released near if not on June 6 1944 anniversary seemed odd and not lost on me.


Operation Neptune or D-Day for you 'history majors' out there. Or maybe you know it from the historic battle sequences in opening of Steven Speilberg's masterpiece---Saving Private Ryan. And yes, I am talking down to the I-tunes movie generation out there reading and posting in Insta-gram.

BTW, I was told Tumblr is 'pass-aye' already and Facebook is-- well in the dinosaur category??? Things are moving so fast in social media front that it is absolutely head spinning much like the great action in the sci-fi movie--Edge of Tomorrow.


 The Social Media addicts are now looking down their proverbial "smart" devices over my ancient 'flip-phone' sentimentality view of 'recent' history even of the last century or even the last thousand years. I am well aware how out of touch I am with the current crop of 19-30 years olds being targeted and only marketed to in American cinemas today.

 Just in case the-- ' Eye-phone know it all crowd ' --those that have an ear, let hear them hear or maybe just your index fingers-- to educate yourselves of the grandest battle set before us all!

Male vs Female
Male vs Female ( this denotes animal resources not homo-sapiens like us--BTW, that's why it is voluntary to give to your future employer on a any job application. If you haven't noticed.)

 
Sex vs Xes
 (The word Sex comes from Greek notation it is spelt XES and has the number of 6-60-600. This numeric sequence, is not letter but math that comes from Greece. The entire bible was translated into Greek and then translated via the great English writer-- William Tyndale.
--- Before they burned him at the stake.) 






The battle of the Male versus the Female. Even the Gay and Lesbian crowd. Will have to listen to this since we all have parents of different sexes-- still.  Until science starts making only test tube babies someday in the coming THX-1138 future.


  The battle of the sexes happens if you are Gay and your father doesn't like you. Or a mother is not overjoyed that a real wedding of her Lesbian daughter is not in the offing-- in the future.

  All are engaged in the marriage of the battle against their opposite privates.  When you enter the Army you are called a Private.  This is the bottom rank and  it denotes you only have your privates to control for now until you get a battle field promotion.

  Men believe in this grand promotion plot when they engage in  dating or marry the opposite sex. These promotions to happen at the wedding day. But not beyond. Few Brides to be-- think beyond the day, they are just filled with hope. This hope slowly erodes into the stark reality that her prince is just-- a man. And no prince charming. This fairy tale hope will always fade into a real emotion. Once the pom and circumstance and the trappings of success finally starts to fade. This is the truth of a heterosexual relationship. I cannot speak for anything else, except to say,

 "For those who want to be 'married gay or not--the compassionate understanding of being a certain sex can morph into a impersonal and even false impersonation of --your-- opposite sex. 

Just a warning---the mind can and does play tricks even on the most educated of people.
The movie shows how two can work together and still achieve their goals even if it looks futile. I just wished I had the real power of reliving my mistakes and taking a different course. Well I guess we all do it's our minds. If we start to realize our mistakes we can then change our minds or renewing our minds to a new route and thus change the very out come of our lives.

Most especially in our relationships.

So let the war of the sexes continue because there is a purpose being worked out below. Theirs-- is the mission into the madness of marriage and divorce-- over and over. Until we all-- come to the conclusion now one truly wins-- they just need to earn their mistakes and then forget them.
 Casting them into the raging fires of successful failure to achieve a moment of peace in their newly recast and supplanted lives...


Rotor blade sword of destruction like Emily.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

CAMRY and the APEX!!! Pt One...111


So when Parking with that significant other. Look for these obvious signs of Parking What Gives disease. Or PWG.
Three signs from hell and it isn't just an annoyance-- it's real. Real as the stripes in the lot.
Ok, what gives, four signs...spouse always says,

"Who cares we always get there on time."

As manacled hands twirls the wheel in the sweet little hands and pushes the accelerator with one 'lead' but highly polished foot. With a neck busting jolt only, 'Cole Trickle' could love.


This is my "co-pilot pain."
  1.  Looks, into the rear view mirror to see if there are any parking spaces? huh? Yeah huh, double huh?
  2. Gazes, into the side mirror to see if she can park in that space? Yes, this does not make sense. But PWG people don't know it. And it's not their fault, at all. Their Mother's dropped them on their parking asses too many times.
  3. Thinks, if she goes 60 mph, screaming past old women and babies, that the parking lot will become an oasis of open and empty spaces as far as the bumper can see. 
  4.  If the greatest driver spins like that crazy droid in the Star Tours ride and thinks-- will be richly rewarded with a great parking space up front 'near' the Wal-mart door.




    Instead only, "husband-onic" misery because these painful methods just paid off. One glorious spot just opened up. Just for crazy mixed up tire tracks tussle.

Yes, these four obvious signs are all sufferers of PWG. They need a drink, a hard drug and the 'scare lesson' from a 'fender bender.' But that's the rub.


The PWG sufferers always get away with it. They are like functioning  parking-olics. Never hit anyone just "drive" everyone else crazy. Yes dear, "Park next to that disturbed F150 or that blessedly obese Tahoe. The choice is always yours, of course."

Except when you let me drive then the choice is still yours to take.Many miles before I sleep, many near misses before I.....(thump, thump....flat line.)

Help me! Please Auto-gods---

P.S. I almost forgot the hated Stop Sign---

I was just reminded me that there is stop sign at the end of the block that bistro driver believes one day in the future will turn green. I believe this-- because she seems to forget that-- every day-- accelerates into a Stop Sign! What the blank---everyday mind you.

 
 The Sign is not going to become a yield or disappear.

But be a red Stop Sign forever!

--Atrocity to Brake Stop to get needed pads!

NESF--- Part ONE 111


When I begin writing today.
I write, with a little joy in my heart because my spouse is not a great sink stacker!

     My friendly spouse was born daughter of a black pitch and tar roofer. Expurgated from her mother in the dead of winter just one day shy of Elvis' birthday. But having all of that pedigree behind her.  Still lacks the understanding that the ' Deep Sink ' we put in our lovely Texas home is not a Nuclear Ebola Storage Facility.

     If a ' NESF ' was in use today. It would most assuredly, be regulated by the EPA.

The Islamo-Techno Terrorists or ' ITT, ' BTW, not be confused with the most outstanding educational institution this side of the 2008 financial collapse, would love to get their grimy little hands on my wonderful spouse.

And Ala, 'Tony Stark' makes the outstanding school teacher, stack pots and pans in a make shift deep sink, deep in some  dark and dank cave this side of Kabul. Of course, located in some 'STAN' country. Then force her by ' dinner fork ' to  make her recreate this most famous pots and pans smart weapon.



I myself should be up for a "SIR" after defusing said, 'NESF today.

With all the aplomb and nicety of a English gentleman. I usually just start yelling about the sink and how absolutely horrid my hands start to smell. BTW, I went 'all Mr. Spock on that mess' like the Wrath of Khan where he, Spock was not concerned about the sci-fi radiation.



Oh the joys of marriage. No one told me that having a relationship meant doing and saying things I could have never dreamed up. And that is saying something since I have a great imagination.

 If I could say so myself. Well anyway the mess was cleaned up and the EPA was warned. No harm no foul. Until tomorrow of course. When the recipe for patented Spaghetti dish and that takes at least twenty dishes to complete and serve to our happy little family.

-Atrocity Out.   DISHDATE 12.6.2011

MAYBE TOMORROW...???


And there was a beautiful stone carving of a lovers embrace.
And a man who created the stone lovers starred and remembered.
And etched two words at the bottom.

And after a time....

The man turned and saw a woman walking toward him
and fell in love with her by the very sight of her and her beautiful body.

He only got a glimpse and she went away.
She smiled and went about her activities.

The man chased her and chased her and she never relented....
he chased and chased some more and finally after much time she relented.
He saw the beauty again and it was like he remembered.


He made love to her and her beautiful body. Then it was finished.
She smiled and went about her activities.

The man said, "How about living with me for the rest of your life?"
She smiled and went about her activities.

He said, "How about this ring?"
She smiled and continued walking... without him.

He said, "Marriage then"....she stopped and turned and said,
"Maybe. But today, I must go home."
"Ok." he said, "I will see you tomorrow."
And she left walked away....she swayed-- oh so beautiful, as she walked.


He said, "It's tomorrow...."
She smiled and said, "Yes, but I have to go out of town."
"Ok." he said, "I will see you tomorrow."
She swayed and walked away. 
As the sun set slowly.

He said, "Hi remember me."

She smiled and said, "No...oh your the one that is asking for my hand?"
"Yes. Well I would but there is a great storm and everyone must leave."

"Ok, after it passes then I will see you?" he asked.
She smiled and left him, again.

After much time and much asking and many more storms and many more activities.
Still the same, no real answer. Just a smile and a sway and she left out of his life.
Then the sun set. And the Moon arose and he wept in a pile of tears.
 For there was no way to convince the woman that he had her perfect life in his mind.

And all the things they were to do was more of the love he had for her and her beautiful body.

Much time has passed and the woman had married another and had children and the children
had grown and went away... and her "husband" died and she walked by herself and
she was very old and could not hardly stand.

The man, who created the stone lovers, stood in front of her and smiled and
put out his young hand, asked her to be young....for a while and live a life without care and worry. She
smiled and ran up to him and they embraced and made love and he fell asleep.
He did not wake with a smile and did not wake.

She stirred him and there was no movement...and she walked a bit and found a
book containing all the pictures of her life without him and all the moments of her life he cataloged.
And then she knew how much this man loved her and let her live without him.


 And waited for her to be ready for his love.

And a doctor came up to her and said, 
"It's a miracle it's a miracle!" 
and she said, "What it is?"

 "He finally was cured and was in a coma for ten years awoke walked out here and
found you the one he was waiting for...I told him there was no chance of finding you
for too many years had passed he had only one day, one more day, to live."



"There was millions of people."

"But he found you, he found you....his last was the like the first and that's all
that mattered. That's all the mattered to him."

"You completed him."

She smile and said she, "Yes! Yes I want to be with him forever."
And she fell asleep at his side and did not wake.

And all the world went dark and the earth turned to dust and they became like
rocks and you could see their embrace still but their bodies were stone.

Millions of years passes...

And a young man and young woman came sat by the rocks and made love
and the sun set and the moon arose. And she said, 
"Look the rocks look like lovers" and he said,
 "Yes of course. Yes, of course they do."

"For it us, it was us and it will be us forever and ever."
She smiled and said,"I gotta go now but I hope to see you see tomorrow."

Of course, my love 
Of course, my love of course...for tomorrow will be another day. 



She left... and he fell asleep.

And as he went to sleep snuggled the stone lovers and her stone body. 

He did not wake, ever again. But was in peace with his love--- finally.

And the two words that were etched in stone....



 
Amen.