Monopoly or Mobopoly?
Nobody’s Opinion
“It has been demonstrated again and again, from Imperial Rome to Weimar Germany, that epidemic greed is a symptom not of reveling in present triumphs but of a fear that the game is winding down.”–Laurence Shames(1951) “Wall Street Greed is Fueled by Fear” 15 June 1989
Monopoly. Remember that game? I do. I hated it when I was a kid. It was long, it was boring, and my brother always won…every single time. And here I was too many years later…losing again. 
Last Friday night it was a night of, “Let’s get away from the Television shall we?” for the family. We have been playing Monopoly on the Holidays gatherings and I always lose. I was becoming the laughing stock of the family. So…Friday night, I was determined to win. To war. To kill. I was going to be ruthless, something that is completely against my character as a human being. I watched the other player’s strategies, took the best from each player, and went for the throat.
And I was..ruthless. Not only was I the only player who had any buildings on their properties, I had all the money. ALL the $500 dollars were stacked high in my slots, after I had emptied out the bank with all my winnings. I had all the railroads, all the utilities, just the right properties, and every time any player landed on my property, it cost them over $1,000. I had hotels on every piece I owned.
As I watched the faces of my family, members that I have watched time and again…winning, I could see the surprise, the depression, the hopelessness drain from their faces. It wasn’t just a game anymore. I was winning. I was ecstatic, I wanted it all. I wanted to “do it again.”
Now, I’m no psychologist, but there is a theory that to “win” at anything, you must plan, strategize, and show no mercy. Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Rockefeller…politicians… they all play that game. 
And winning is the best feeling in the world. Why had I always never tried to win? Was it because I didn’t want to hurt others feelings? That was part of it. Somehow the Christian upbringing came into it. I didn’t like to make people feel bad. I wanted them to like me.
But, I did notice, that unlike when I was a kid, now, I really didn’t care that the other players felt bad … After all…it’s a game. I told myself.
Exactly. It’s the game. And I thought…is this how it feels to grab the millions on Wall Street?
Whoa.
So, where did this game that everyone has played all over the world come from?
History reports that Charles B. Darrow of Germantown, Pennsylvania, showed the game to the executives of Parker Brothers, during the depression of 1934. It was very similar to one patented in 1904 by Lizzie J. Maggie, a Quaker woman from Virginia. The game was called, The Landlord’s Game, and was based on the philosophy that the renting of land and real estate produced an unearned increase in land values that profited a few individuals (landlords) rather than the majority of the people (tenants). It was intended to illustrate the negative aspects of concentrating land in private monopolies.
Former Wall Streeter Derk Solko explains, “Monopoly has you grinding your opponents into dust. It’s a very negative experience. It’s all about cackling when your opponent lands on your space and you get to take all their money.” 
And isn’t that what the world has witness these last few years? The bankers (with the help of our politicians) went wild, lost trillions, and the whole world collapsed. They did not go to jail, and they passed GO so many times they had to close hundreds of banks just to keep up.
Or was this a planned collapsed?
The problem is, the rich will never give it back. He’s sitting on Boardwalk with three hotels. It will be the other players on the board that will be placing the money in the pot.
Because of this tremendous greed that we have witnessed…there is a big push to get rid of capitalism, but it’s not capitalism that is bad, it’s the monopolies formed by governments with their hands in the pockets of multinational companies, some of whom have more money than most countries, that kicks us all off the board. 
Nobody Thinks that there is definelty a well planned global monopoly strategy.
The rest of us want the monopolies of global multinational companies to be broken up and allow more competition, and have us all get a piece of the pie that way. But that’s not part of the plan. Like in Monopoly, once you hold the most property, you almost always win.
Nobody Thinks that the sheer joy of winning and smashing your competition must be addicting. Heck, if I can get so ‘high’ off a simple game of Monoploy, what kind of “high” do people like George Soros get? Like synapses in your brain being formed to desire cocaine, the same desire to devour your competition to a pulp without caring a hoot about how many lives it destroys, might have started with that feeling that you got as a child winning Monopoly.
I’m not so sure it was a good thing that I never took the game seriously. If Monopoly was invented to teach children about the horrible effects of what can happen when one person has all the control to take all your money, it didn’t really do a very good job. Instead we got a lot of people addicted to winning at all costs, and then smashing everything else around them.
In the United States, men running monopolies have broken the bank of America….just like I did, and I can bet you, every man guilty of that, Corzine, Bernanke, the Goldman Sacks, Barney Franks…—they all feel like they just won a game of Monopoly. Hoo-rah. It’s not about caring about the world, it’s about winning the game.
And the game is still on: Mobopoly. Pick your pieces, hold onto your money… and roll.
Do it NOW….
Nobody Cares
To my readers:
I haven’t really missed too many days since I’ve been writing, have I? But today…I just couldn’t muster myself to talk about Sheila Jackson, or any of the news. I mention her name because she was saying that the ‘nose’ is a delicate bone and you can break it real easy. Really absurd. And she resides in Congress! A woman who wouldn’t know a broken nose if she saw one.
Sometime early this morning, I was outside raking up dead leaves from underneath my gigantic bushes, when Alex, a 14-year-old neighbor boy that I know very well, was walking by and told me that his grandmother had died. Now, grandmothers die all the time, but this lady was not exactly old. She was in fact, a wee bit younger than me. I had known her for a long, long time, because our boys grew up together.
These last few years were very rough on her: All three of her boys gave her trouble. The youngest one she lost one night, downtown St. Louis several years ago when a black man at a stop light pull out a gun and shot him in the face. He died instantly. (He was white..funny..Obama said nothing.)
At the same time that happened, Sue (her name) was raising her oldest child’s son because her son and his girlfriend just didn’t want the responsibility and cost of Alex. When Sue got laid off as a teacher, it was extremely hard on the family because she was making the most money in the family. Her husband was a hairdresser and business has been very slow. Still they became Alex’s parents and Alex was loved and seemed to except all the messed up things happening in his life with a shrug.
Sad…She evidently died of a blood clot in her lung.
I was thinking today, how I had meant to go down to visit her…bring her some cheer after she lost her job, but…I just never did. She was upset because the school that she taught at wanted to get rid of all the white teachers…because the schools is 70 percent black. They wanted black teachers for the black kids. Reverse prejudice…I’d guess you’d call it.
Being as she was a teacher, we had completely different views on most things, but she was a very sweet lady and trying her best to raise Alex and keep her other sons out of trouble. They got into drugs in high school, and never got off.
Every day there was never enough time, and I should have made time. Too many times we say, ” Oh…I need to call so and so” and we just go about our lives and then if something’s happens, you know you will never get the chance to see that person, or hear their laugh ever again. This is the second time in my life that I have done this, and it’s going to be the last.
After Alex had told me that “grandma” had died, he said his mother was really upset. Jesus. If his real ‘mother’ had not abandoned him to the grandmother, maybe the grandmother would have had a lot less stress.
Well you know, we all have these things happen in our lives, it’s just disconcerting, and I guess I’m just in a small state of “it’s a full moon” and the wolves are howling.
So, I just didn’t feel like even giving a damn about the state of affairs in the country right now. Tomorrow I promise to get back on my usual track.
And…really…to all that read this…thanks for listening, and go call that person you’ve been meaning to say hello too…Take it from me, you’ll regret it if you don’t.
Nobody Cares About Davy Jones
Nobody Cares
Davy Jones of the Monkees died today. Somewhere in my basement I have a few of their albums. Really…I always felt sorry for these guys, because even though the songs they put out were always kinda …bubble gum teenage marshmallow kinds of stuff..they were at least fun and singalongable. Those guys were relentlessly attacked by just about everybody. And they remained pretty nice guys through it all.
I’m only posting this because I wanted to show everyone…see that drum set in the video? That’s a silver- sparkle Ludwig. (I know..JOYANNA…NOBODY CARES!) That was my first drum set and I still have it, and I got mine long before the Micky. Here I am in my first band playing in the BLUE BULL LOUNGE in Kansas City. I won’t tell you how long ago this was taken, but let’s just say, if you’re a musician, you can just look at the speakers and guess.
I’ve been offered a lot of money for that set. I bought mine at the very famous Frank’s Drum Shop in Chicago…and I was told that Louie Bellson used to give lessons on it when he worked at Frank’s.
Also notice that Peter Tork, the keyboard player…is not doing what he should be doing in this video..where he plays his solo and it’s just funny! Micky Dolenz is barely hitting the drums. Of course they were lip synching– but it’s just really nutty that they left it in.
I always thought as people, these guys were very polite, and nobody liked hearing the news today that Davy Jones died…Nobody really Cares…but really, at 66— he was much too young.
I might just go sneak a look at my old albums…and put a few on..and yes, I still have my old record players. ARE you kidding?
(FYI..that was a poloroid…another clue)
And Now, A Word From Our Wonderful Sponcer….
Nobody Flashes
Nobody could watch this and NOT want to share it…unless of course, you are a Navy Seal under fire somewhere in Libya. Not only is this too cute…the women talking are typical…mothers.
Enjoy!
Obama’s Real Mantra Should Be: “Change, and Control.”
Nobody’s Opinion
How many times have you heard someone say, “They don’t make things like they used to.” ? Well they don’t. And there’s a good reason for that. 
Once America was famous for the quality of its products. Once upon a time, there was pride in craftsmanship, in even such little things as toasters. We are living in the ‘post-industrial’ future where the pace is hard to keep up with…and how can we? Now, it’s almost cheaper to buy…say a new vacuum cleaner, than to get it fixed. And there’s a reason for that too: profit. The less life years a product has, the quicker you have to replace it. The more the company makes. How do you think Bill Gates got to be so rich? Do all the updates on Windows really have vast improvements over the last? Was Windows 7 that much of an improvement over Windows XP? Or are these yearly updates carefully planned in order to make the most profits?
I was once very naive to the business world, and I learned this lesson the hard way: I remember talking to the President of a company that manufactured souvenir baseballs in China with team players pictures on it. I was looking for a company to “license” my patented ideas, and I had wanted to make a product that lasted….like a baseball. I wanted my product to be a sports collectable much like his.
He told me I was wrong. He wouldn’t make my product unless it was made cheaply, and as a throwaway. We argued that point for an hour. His reasoning was profits would triple if the product was cheap and had to be bought over and over, but it bothered me. Since I wanted to sell the product in the many sports arenas, the last thing I wanted to see was thousands of these things being discarded on parking lots after the games. 
To make it not a “throw away” item, would have cost only a few cents more. (In China of course.) I found out, that I didn’t really belong in the world of business, because my main motive was not profit. I wanted to make something of quality, something to treasure, and use for as long as possible. But in this world of buy, use, replace, buy it again..use it again…replace–we throw away everything now. Including our Constitution…but I’ll address that later.
In the book Future Shock, Alvin Toffler explains that billions of people on the planet are going to go into shock with the upcoming changes and transience of the future world.
“In this difference lies the contrast between past and future, between societies based on permanence, and the new fast forming society based on transience. Instead of being linked with a single object over a relatively long period of time, (Nobody says, like our first husband and first wives) we our linked for brief periods with the succession of objects that supplant it.”And Alvin is not just talking about the next IPAD. He is talking about political systems too.
There are “rulers’ in the world who want to change the Constitution, and representative governments with unelected elites chosen by a handful of the very rich and powerful. Right now, that’s the fight in the EU.
“I would not look to the U.S. Constitution, if I were drafting a constitution in the year 2012,” Ginsburg said in an interview on Al Hayat television last Wednesday. “I might look at the constitution of South Africa. That was a deliberate attempt to have a fundamental instrument of government that embraced basic human rights, have an independent judiciary. It really is, I think, a great piece of work that was done.”
Nobody Wonders what she was doing advising revolutionaries in Cairo in the first place. Obvious to this Nobody— she was sent by ‘President Obama” who gave her a big hug at his State of the Union speech. Something that our founders would have never dreamed of happening. And speaking of our founders…
Our founders made a product of the greatest invention: The Constitution was of the finest quality ever produced by mankind. It was built to last forever. And Obama is out to destroy it, because he believes in “change.”
He wants to replace a Lamborghini with a Volkswagen Beetle. A Rolex with a plastic dime store watch. Beethoven with Yoko Ono. He wants to replace freedom and creativity, with fascism.
And he’s doing it. The powerful in Washington do not want to be limited anymore to the rules of the Constitution. They are all rich. They are all powerful, and none of them have to live by the same rules as the people. They are no longer afraid.
And they are not going to stop talking about “change”—change our constitution, which Obama has said is old, change our customs, our culture, our way of life, and our children’s future in the name of “progress.”
Yes, they are the proud progressives. And they have brainwashed whole generation of our kids to think of constant “change” as a good thing. But as any Tibetan can tell you..not all change is good.
And all these advances were done, by the United States because of the quality of our institutions. And these great American institutions are being demolished as we speak. Green energy is being sold as the future…but whose future is it going to benefit? There is absolutely no advantage to using “food ” as fuel, or mandating light bulbs with mercury inside. Or making electric cars that can only travel fifty miles, Or printing money out of thin air in order to save dividends for the rich. These are not quality products. These are not products of progress. These are simply products that will make a certain few elites like Al Gore get incredibly richer.
And who is going to benefit when they replace “capitalism” with fascism?
One thing is sure: If Obama is elected again, the progressives will change so many things in our country, that in the future, the ONLY thing that won’t change…will be the same old boring and dictatorial political faces on our TV’s forever.
Planned Parenthood: Teaching Your Kids to be Sluts
Nobody Reports
Glenn Beck always has some interesting video’s. I found this one to be disturbing. Planned Parenthood is using our tax dollars to do some rather insane things to our kids, all in the name of education. The video has some blatant graphics, but hey…if your kids are seeing this…so should you.
I won’t say Enjoy…because it just made me mad. But, you as a taxpayer, should see why we have so many single young mothers…
Nobody Thinks Valentine’s day is as good a day as any to post this.
The Impossible Pattern Has a Name
Nobody’s Opinion
In the movie Rain Man, Dustin Hoffman plays a autistic savant. In one scene, a box of toothpicks is spilled on the floor, and in just a few seconds, Ray (Dustin’s character) knows the exact amount that are on the floor. He see patterns where others do not. 
A dear friend of mine got me to thinking about “patterns” ..and I was wondering: maybe we could try to apply this human ability of seeing patterns to why some people “see” a God, and others do not.
There are patterns in nature, all around us. The embryo of a fetus, resembles the embryo of a star. Music is very mathematical. The spiral patterns of seashells resembles a hurricane. 
So, Nobody Suggests that the people that recognize God, see the patterns. People that don’t…just don’t see it. They don’t see God anywhere, therefore, he doesn’t exist. They explain the resemblances to being an evolutionary process, without any cause. They see the patterns as merely coincidences.
But there are coincidences, and there are synchronicities. Synchronicities are not the same as coincidences. For instance, Nobody Thinks about the mathematical impossibilities of certain events, which are mistaken for coincidences. 
Nothing can explain some things. Nothing. (Men having nipples for one.)
When I posted that video of the little bird falling down on Josh Williams guitar, (see a few posts back) most everyone who sees that video..without giving it a second thought…just got a laugh. Well, that event happens all the time, right?
Nope. Ask anyone who has been around birds. Wild birds do NOT sit patiently on the back of guitars and get petted and even sing along. They fly away. You can train birds that have been born in captivity to stand on your hand, even give them commands, but it takes a long time.
Birds by nature, don’t sit and sing on guitars..I had this happen to me once:
One of my dearest friends in high school was a girl named Shelly. After high school, I lost all contact with everyone, but not Shelly. Her parents divorced and she moved with her mother to Los Angeles.
So we wrote letters. For years, and years I would go and visit her in California, and she would come back to St. Louis to see her dad. I could always count on her to be there for me. She was smart, and funny, and looked like a movie star at times. 
Then…one very sunny summer day, I walked outside my house, and my beloved very healthy crabapple tree had split in two. There had been no storm. There was no reason at all for it, and since I’m a big tree lover I got very upset about it. An hour later, I got a call from Shelly’s brother in California telling me that a few hours ago, Shelly went into an epileptic fit, and they found a brain tumor…she had only months to live. Now…did these two very unrelated incidences have a connection? Many would say…nope.
Shelly didn’t exactly have the best life—she got into drugs, prostitution, and later married and divorced, so when she came down with a brain tumor in her late thirties, I was devastated.
She kept her usual sunny attitude throughout the whole thing.
When Shelly came back to St. Louis to die, I got to spend some time with her…and when she was on her deathbed, I told her how beautiful she was, and I said, “Shelly…send me a sign, okay? Send me a sign.” She smiled, and looked at me..but I’m not sure that she heard me.
The two ladies taking my orders were fascinated by the story of my friend, and then, one of them just started…screaming.
“Oh my god…it’s a bird!”
Sure enough, they had left the back door of the store open, and in flew a bird from all the way to the front of the store.
It wasn’t just any bird. It was a bright red Cardinal. 
While these two women were panicking, I went over and saw the bird was on the floor. I put my hand down and it …hopped right up into my hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do–like I was its best friend.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I said..”Look! Isn’t he beautiful? It’s a cardinal!”
I held the bird in my open palm now…and the ladies gathered around me..believe it or not still scared of it. So, after about ten minutes of talking to it, and trying to calm THEM down.. I said, ” Well, I’m going to take it out back.”
That bird stayed in my hand as I walked out the back door, which was not exactly a short walk.
Outside there was a huge lawn of grass with just one tree. I didn’t want to put in down on the ground for fear of cats. So I went up to the lowest branch of the tree, and held it up trying to get it to hop off… and…the darn bird would not get off my hand.
I thought this was just too strange. I could tell it wasn’t “shocked.” I’ve had parakeets my whole life, so birds are no stranger to me. By this time I started talking to it.
I tried putting him on the grass. By this time, a good thirty minutes had passed and my mother was waiting for me in the car with the dogs. I pushed the bird onto the grass, and it was still standing there looking at me as I walked around the store to the parking lot. I must admit, I thought about taking it home.
I told my mother about the incident, and got worried. What if that bird did not fly away? So, I went back to the spot where I had left it…it was gone.
At Shelly funeral the next day, there, at her head was my big beautiful bouquet of red carnations. In the mist of about fifty bouquets, the flower ladies had done me proud. It was perfect.
Now..I know this sounds simplistic. But the odds of a red bird flying into a store and getting on the palm of my hand and staying there, while I was ordering flowers for my friend, are about 10 trillion to one.
So, what in nature could there possible be that would prove to the living that some form of life goes on after death? Was that from a “God?” Or was that, which was too mathematically impossible— just a coincidence?
The question of a higher power that cannot be seen has been on the minds of philosophers since man began–still the earth is filled with more people that see the patterns of “god” then ones that do not.
You don’t have to be a savant to recognize the “patterns” of god. In fact, in “Philosophy for Dummies” the author Tom Morris, whose book proves to you that he knows just about as much as the search for god, through our brightest minds in history, makes up his own mind…
At the end of the book, he presents all the great mind’s contemplations, and comes to his own conclusion from a pattern he sees in his own daughter. A sign. And he presents this quote:
If a tree falls in a forest and there is no one around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Evolution are patterns of God. Just a small part of God’s many trees…God’s tree fall in the forest every day…but some just don’t hear them.
Some of history’s most intelligent men believed in God: Einstein, Edison…and even Darwin. Our eyes limit what we can see: Nobody can see God..but if no one is around to hear him, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist does it?
Nobody Thinks he exists in the synchronicities all around us…all you have to do is…see the patterns…The Rain Man knows…they are there.
Let’s Face the Music
Nobody Flashes Fred Astaire
Nobody was watching this movie today, and this dance with Fred and Ginger left me breathless. Fred was a genius when it came to innovating. That kind of grace you will NEVER see on Dancing With the Stars.
If you do, call me. Fred and Ginger had what you call: grace. And they danced with “feeling” and that’s what made them artists. You just don’t see that anymore anywhere.
The first video is the modern version done by Robert Palmer…and the bass is killer. He did a great job updating it, and adding the dance scences…but…
Here’s the original: It literally broke my heart: the beauty of this timeless piece of art: the way he is going to kill himself, and she is going to kill herself, and then…well, you have to be a hopeless romantic to miss the days of long ago when women dressed and men dressed and they…held each other close and danced. It fit perfect with much that is going on. Life is tough: Let’s face the music and dance.
Tonight I was in the arms of Fred Astaire….you can be in the arms of Ginger. It only takes a little imagination: Enjoy.
The Ying Thoughts of the Reincarnated Squirrel
Nobody Wonders
The concept of reincarnation has always been a hard one for me. So has the Big Bang. If we base observations of what we know to be true all around us, then the Big Bang had to have a mother. If reincarnation means the invisible soul is put back into embryo’s to further life’s lessons then at this very moment you are reading the words of the soul of a past squirrel.
Why do I think I was a squirrel? Because I spent my childhood at the top of trees. As soon as I learned how to climb I was up in a tree—sitting like an old Buddha. Soulfully content to feel the breeze at the top of my little world, and be happy to be alone.
Escaping from muttering parents and wacko brothers and sisters when you’re a kid gives— you power. It’s one of the reasons Presidents do NOT want to give up Air Force One.
Anyway, the reason I’m talking about this, is that I was just reading about the art of past civilizations: the symbols always contains opposites…female vs. male, ying vs. yang, good vs. evil. ( rich vs. poor) But, most importantly, almost every culture believed in an afterlife. The Pharaohs believed that dung beetles gave you eternal life, and filled their tombs with them. If a beetle can live forever then so can a man..right? 
So, what is it about humans that convince almost every single culture on the earth, that there is a life after death? Almost every animal on earth dies. Why does man think he’s so special?
I was thinking today about my childhood, and remembered something. I grew up in Florida, where the pine trees were perfect climbing apparatuses for small children. The limbs are placed steps apart all the way up to the top. And pine tress…never lose their leaves. To me, those trees were like me. All young. Living forever. Only a fire, or a hurricane could destroy them.
When my parents moved the family to St. Louis, I was around seventeen. I had never seen a tree lose its leaves, nor had I ever been taught in my school in Naples, that trees lose their leaves. That’s how bad science was even then.
And when fall came and it started happening…the leaves starting turning colors and falling off. Due to the fact that I was the only one in the whole world who didn’t have clue about it, I said nothing. I knew just by the actions of those around me, it must have been normal. But…the event upset me deeply inside. By the time all the leaves were gone…I was devastated. Let’s just say, it left me with a sadness all winter. (Science will tell you I have an overactive amygdule, but I digress.) 
I’m not saying there wasn’t a lot of sun depravation going on at the same time, effecting my serotonins levels, and my blossoming hormonal balance…estrogen flowing through my body…but…let’s just say, that after that first year, when I saw the trees come back in spring, I was overjoyed.
Okay Joyanna get to the point.
The cycles of life. We are so immersed in them, we don’t think about them. But…maybe those first humans witnessed the same things. Some things didn’t die! This theory is a bit flimsy in Egypt mind you..they just had beetles, but whenever something in nature seems to die and come back miraculously, why wouldn’t humans think that they would do the same?
Just like the tree…we can come back…live on…in some way. Grow new leaves. Live another day. Energy withstanding. I’m speaking from the minds of ignorance, mind you, but there might be something to it…more than just a wish not to die.
We got many of our “we will live on” from the nature around us.
Now…since this rant is absolutely idiotic, remember that today, Richard Hawkins, the famous man who worked out lots of that very confusing Big Bang theory has just announced he has no clue about the mystery of women. He might be wrong about the Big Bang theory, but I’m a woman, and I was thinking this just the last minute, and so…you might conclude with him at the end of this “maybe?” rant that he is perfectly right.
Women are not meant to be understood, and neither is life after death.
But, the yin and the yang will someday figure it out together. And if you go by the book The Bell Curve, they will both be Jewish.
I can’t wait.
Nobody Remembers Christopher Hitchens
Nobody Remembers—
The first time I read Christopher Hitchens it was in Vanity Fair. I thought he was so magnificent, so blunt, so witty, so…slap you in the face brilliant, that I got a subscription to the magazine. Not since I’d read Dostoyevsky’s ” Crime and Punishment” had I found an author that I could really get excited about. And it’s no wonder—-I found out tonight that Christopher himself decided to become a writer after reading that very same book. 
Christopher was raised in the belly of the liberal Marxist/communist beast of Oxford during the sixties and he was THE radical protester. Vietnam, the Catholic church— he had an opinion on just about everything. He even protested the Queen. Being the son of a Scot-maybe it came a bit too easy. In fact, he wanted to do away with the monarchy.
During and after college, Christopher hung out with communists. He loved Trotsky, Stalin, and Che. While the rest of us moved along, which is easy to do when you get out of college and go into the REAL world, Chris stayed in that “liberal” cushion of fantasy, because it’s the card you have to play with if you want to play with the Gods of the “elite “university, and Chris wanted in that world and his mother saw to it that he got in.
It’s no wonder that Christopher grew up a liberal atheist—most colleges promote the dark Russian tormented soul, as if it some kind of sacrosanct mantle of superiority. College kids found it so cool back in the sixties to sit around and discuss Nietzsche: question God, Jesus ,and the Catholic Church, Hey, I did it. When you’re parents are working and you have nothing to do all day but go to class, you are eager to explore worlds your parents never talked about. I gave it a whirl..but got out of it pretty fast.
Not Christopher Hitchens. He took to liberalism like a beam of light to a worm hole.
He had no patience for Henry Kissinger, Michael Moore, Saddam Hussein, Kim Jong Il, Sarah Palin (?) and Prince Charles.
“He fell for the fake anthropologist Laurens van der Post. He was bowled over by the charms of homeopathic medicine. He has been believably reported as saying that plants do better if you talk to them in a soothing and encouraging way. But this latest departure promotes him from an advocate of harmless nonsense to positively sinister nonsense.”
Nobody Thinks the same.
He was so inspired by Jefferson that he wrote a book about him and became an American citizen on the steps of the Jefferson memorial.
Still…it bugged conservatives that Chris did not think God was real, and he stuck with that until he died. Add your mother committing suicide onto your liberal Oxford education, mixed that with a depression covered over by daily consumptions of alcohol, I’d say that convincing yourself otherwise would seem a waste of time, not to mention too great a task. 
Better to drink away any doubts you might have…and that’s what he did. By all accounts Christopher was an alcoholic, and it caught up to him. He was only 62 when he died today. If he had stopped drinking and smoking he might have lived longer. To explain his drinking he said :
“‘because it makes other people less boring. I have a great terror of being bored. Many great writers did some of their finest work when blotto, smashed, polluted, shitfaced, squiffy, whiffled, and three sheets to the wind.”
He’s right about that.
He must have been drunk when he wrote one of my favorite pieces of his called: “Why Women Aren’t Funny.”
Christopher Hitchens lived life witnessing and ranting against, what to him was a godless universe. No wonder he drank.
But– this Nobody Wonders if he got his wish. His wish was to know that GOD doesn’t exist, because if he didn’t then– Chris was right. And Chris would have liked that.
Being right. He made a habit out of it, when he finally got the hang of it.
Nobody Thinks that if God has an ego, it’s a lot bigger than Chris’s who by all accounts, was a rare breed of talent. I don’t think he will ever be bored again, if his soul survived. I also don’t think God is going to stand in line to kiss Chris’s ass, when he tells him he was wrong about God not existing.
I just thank God for putting him here in the first place…I have the rest of my life to catch up to his genius.
Nobody Flashes: One of the subjects Chris was passionately knowledgeable about was the Muslim world. Listen to him talk in the video from 2009, about the dangers of Iran, and then think again Ron Paul’s foreign policy: In fact, Nobody Wonders why NONE of our leaders speck with such knowledge.
Life is too short, and the untimely death of Christopher Hitchens is just another reminder. I could have gone another decade reading his rants.
He was …one of a kind.
Nobody Remembers the Memories
Nobody Remembers–
My mother singing this song…it was one of her favorites, and I can’t remember how many times I spent my life, in contemplation, feeling lonely and sorry about some one I had lost, or sometimes loved and never even knew…or someone I missed while listening to this song..in the dark…in the quiet, staring at a candle. Playing it over and over.
As a singer I tried my best to imitate this woman, but always had trouble. Barbra Streisand was much easier to do, believe it or not. Linda lost most of her rock fans when she did her LUSH LIFE albums and that’s a shame. She sang these old songs with the best of them.
Anyway, –moody tonight..with memories. Nobody’s Perfect.
Enjoy
Nobody’s Kissing on Thanksgiving!
Nobody Reports
Nobody is talking about politics tonight..I refuse the spoil the holiday. I’m cooking pumpkin pies and watching the immortal scene from Gone with the Wind where Rhett Butler puts Scarlett’s head in-between his hands and threatens to crush it, and wait…..she walking up the stairs, he’s…picking her up…”This is one night you’re not turning me out.”
That’s telling her Rhett.
Wait….she is waking up…and singing! You mean, she LIKED it? (says the feminists) “She wept with delight when he gave her a smile”
Okay, enough. Mitchell’s masterpiece of life and history is still…a masterpiece.
And now, one of my favorite scenes, which if I close my eyes, I can imagine….
Hey…wake up Joyanna! Everyone have a great, big, wonderful, Thanksgiving!
And now, a word from our Sponcer: Unconditional Puppy Love
Nobody Flashes
Americans LOVE their dogs! And our dogs love us! Nobody would like her readers to know I’m not all doom and gloom..and I’m never like that when I’m around my pups, Koko and Zippy.
Oh, that’s me with my two favorite buddies, taken on my girlfriend’s Pattie’s couch. Catching these two bundles of dynamo to pose for a picture was not easy. I could have used some military help. God bless our soldiers!
Enjoy!
Kissing the Boss
Nobody Cares
Ah…..love is in the air, and it’s not even Spring. While we all thought these kissing pictures were real when we first saw them, I have to admit, I want to rush out and get Photoshop I got such a kick out of them. I CAN imagine Obama kissing Chavez easily. That’s the fun part. (Okay, that’s not so fun) So…one of these photo’s is real. Guess which one?..Wait…I’m having a hard time here….
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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