Monday, April 30, 2012

STRUGGLING BUDDHIST IN A MATERIAL WORLD!!


VIVA LA REVOLUTION!!!....AMBIVALENCE IS A CONTAGIOUS VIRUS...AND WE HAVE MULTIPLE GENERATIONS INFECTED/OVERLAPPING GENERATIONS, WHO ARE CAUSING AN EPIDEMIC.....CREATING A WORLD OF DISINGENUOUS SELF INDULGENT ME, ME, ME'S!!! OUR GREED, OBSESSION FOR $$$$$, AND LACK OF LOVE FOR HUMANITY WILL BE THE BLACK PLAGUE THAT WILL BRING THIS GERM OF  WESTERNIZATION GLOBAL....OR VIRAL....call it what you may!!!!!

I AM A FLAWED STRUGGLING BUDDHIST...AS SUCH, I TEND TO WALK A THIN LINE AT TIMES...INNER PEACE AND HARMONY IS A DAILY STRUGGLE FOR ME....BUT NOBODY'S PERFECT! READ THE BELOW...THEY ARE WORDS SO TRUE AND NECESSARY TO GROW....JUST READ THE FUCKIN THING; IT'LL TAKE YOU A FEW MINUTES.......THESE WORDS, THESE IDEOLOGIES, OR STEPS (CALL THEM WHATEVER YOU WANT)....THEY ARE EACH KEYS THAT UNLOCK THIS THING WE CALL LIFE!!! AND WHAT A REALLY SHITTY AND SHAMEFUL WORLD WE HAVE CREATED!!!!! TAKE THIS AS A GUIDE THROUGH THIS MAZE...BECAUSE THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY THROUGH....ALL OTHER PATHS LEAD TO DEAD ENDS!!!!!!!!THIS IS AS VITAL AS IS THE WATER AND AIR WE NEED TO EXIST.....
BE A FLOWER...NOT A WEED.........(smoke weed)

DON'T BE SIMPLE MINDS.......SIMPLE MINDS...SIMPLE MINDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO SIMPLE....AND IT IS!!
IF YOU EQUATE MATURATION AND BEING CIVILIZED WITH BEING AN INTELLIGENT AND EVOLVED MEMBER OF CIVILIZATION.....IF YOU ARE A PERSON WHO WANTS TO CONTINUE TO GROW AS AN INDIVIDUAL, THEN EMBRACE THESE WORDS BELOW AND YOU WILL GROW...OTHERWISE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!!!!!!!!! AND IF THE ANSWER IS ALL ABOUT YOU, I, ME, ME, ME........IF YOU HURT INSTEAD OF HELP, IF YOU WATCH AND NEVER INVOLVE YOURSELF IF NEEDED....IF YOUR LIFE IS ONE BIG IF...THEN CHANGE OR LEAVE.........LEAVE PERMANENTLY!!!! NOT FOLLOWING THE BELOW, OR AN UNWILLINGNESS TO FOLLOW THE BELOW, AN UNWILLINGNESS EVEN TO JUST TRY TO IMPLEMENT A PATH OF ENLIGHTENMENT IN YOUR LIFE MEANS YOU ARE A SIMPLE MINDED UNEVOLVED ORGANISM.....IT MEANS YOU LACK THE WILL TO HELP, AND SINCE THERE IS A BALANCE TO EVERYTHING,..IF YOU ARE NOT HELPING, THEN YOU ARE HURTING.....THIS HAS BECOME A SELFISH AND HEARTLESS WORLD.......WE HAD A BEGINNING, AND IF WE CONTINUE BEING THE AGE OF ME, ME, ME.........THEN OUR UNAVOIDABLE & INEVITABLE END WILL COME SOONER THAN WE THINK....WE ARE MOVING BACKWARDS...WE ARE DEVOLVING (if that's a word)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i apologize that this is not a picture of a chick in a thong.....I'M JUST SAD THAT'S WHAT DRAWS INTEREST TO MOST PEOPLE!!!!
The greatest achievement is selflessness.
The greatest worth is self-mastery.
The greatest quality is seeking to serve others.
The greatest precept is continual awareness.
The greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything.
The greatest action is not conforming with the worlds ways.
The greatest magic is transmuting the passions.
The greatest generosity is non-attachment.
The greatest goodness is a peaceful mind.
The greatest patience is humility.
The greatest effort is not concerned with results.
The greatest meditation is a mind that lets go.
The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances.

-Atisha





I WAS ON A RUSH HOUR SUBWAY COMING HOME THE OTHER NIGHT, WHEN A LUNATIC WAS TERRORIZING A WHOLE CAR FULL OF PEOPLE (HALF OF WHICH WERE MEN)....A CRAZY LUNATIC IS SPITTING ON WOMEN..BEING VIOLENT, AND NOT ONE MAN DOES ANYTHING, BUT STARE INTO SPACE, AS THIS IS OCCURRING...I DID SOMETHING, AND NOBODY HELPED ME.....THE COPS ARE NO WHERE TO BE FOUND, SINCE THEY'RE TOO BUSY WRITING TICKETS AND RAISING MONEY ABOVE GROUND....NOT ONE TO BE FOUND!!! AND ON TOP OF THAT I'M ON THE RECEIVING END OF SOME CRAZY OVER MEDICATED WOMAN..WHO HAS DONE NOTHING BUT LIE, MAKE MY LIFE HELL, BECAUSE I DIDN'T GIVE HER THE ATTENTION SHE WANTED.....SO SHE FIGURES SHE CAN GO TO THE POLICE AND MAKE UP LIE AFTER LIE AFTER LIE.....AND FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE...I'M IN COURT..WTF!! YOU'RE RIGHT; I AM ANGRY..WITH GOOD REASONS!!

OUTSIDE A SMALL CIRCLE OF FRIENDS

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Look outside the window, there's a woman being grabbed
They've dragged her to the bushes and now she's being stabbed
Maybe we should call the cops and try to stop the pain
But Monopoly is so much fun, I'd hate to blow the game
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends.

Riding down the highway, yes, my back is getting stiff
Thirteen cars are piled up, they're hanging on a cliff.
Maybe we should pull them back with our towing chain
But we gotta move and we might get sued and it looks like it's gonna rain
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends.

Sweating in the ghetto with the colored and the poor
The rats have joined the babies who are sleeping on the floor
Now wouldn't it be a riot if they really blew their tops?
But they got too much already and besides we got the cops
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends.

Oh there's a dirty paper using sex to make a sale
The Supreme Court was so upset, they sent him off to jail.
Maybe we should help the fiend and take away his fine.
But we're busy reading Playboy and the Sunday New York Times
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends

Smoking marihuana is more fun than drinking beer,
But a friend of ours was captured and they gave him thirty years
Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why
But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends

Oh look outside the window, there's a woman being grabbed
They've dragged her to the bushes and now she's being stabbed
Maybe we should call the cops and try to stop the pain
But Monopoly is so much fun, I'd hate to blow the game
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends

[ Additional verse, 1974]

Down in Santiago where they took away our mines
We cut off all their money so they robbed the storehouse blind
Now maybe we should ask some questions, maybe shed a tear
But I bet you a copper penny, it cannot happen here
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends





It is your right!

To wit:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. - That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, - That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.

That's from our Declaration of Independence.

"THE GENOVESE SYNDROME"

Thirty-Eight Who Saw Murder Didn't Call the Police
New York Times
Martin Gansberg
March 27, 1964
      For more than half an hour 38 respectable, law-abiding citizens in Queens watched a killer stalk and stab a woman in three separate attacks in Kew Gardens.
    Twice their chatter and the sudden glow of their bedroom lights interrupted him and frightened him off. Each time he returned, sought her out, and stabbed her again. Not one person telephoned the police during the assault; one witness called after the woman was dead.
    That was two weeks ago today.
    Still shocked is Assistant Chief Inspector Frederick M. Lussen, in charge of the borough's detectives and a veteran of 25 years of homicide investigations. He can give a matter-of-fact recitation on many murders. But the Kew Gardens slaying baffles him--not because it is a murder, but because the "good people" failed to call the police.
    "As we have reconstructed the crime," he said, "the assailant had three chances to kill this woman during a 35-minute period. He returned twice to complete the job. If we had been called when he first attacked, the woman might not be dead now."
    This is what the police say happened at 3:20 A.M. in the staid, middle-class, tree-lined Austin Street area:
    Twenty-eight-year-old Catherine Genovese, who was called Kitty by almost everyone in the neighborhood, was returning home from her job as manager of a bar in Hollis. She parked her red Fiat in a lot adjacent to the Kew Gardens Long Island Railroad Station, facing Mowbray Place. Like many residents of the neighborhood, she had parked there day after day  since her arrival from Connecticut a year ago, although the railroad frowns on the practice.
    She turned off the lights of her car, locked the door, and started to walk the 100 feet to the entrance of her apartment  at 82-70 Austin Street, which is in a Tudor building, with  stores in the first floor and apartments on the second.
    The entrance to the apartment is in the rear of the building  because the front is rented to retail stores. At night the quiet
neigborhood is shrouded in the slumbering darkness that  marks most residential areas.
    Miss Genovese noticed a man at the far end of the lot, near a  seven-story apartment house at 82-40 Austin Street. She  halted. Then, nervously, she headed up Austin Street toward  Lefferts Boulevard, where there is a call box to the 102nd Police Precinct in nearby Richmond Hill.
    She got as far as a street light in front of a bookstore before the man grabbed her. She screamed. Lights went on in the 10-story apartment house at 82-67 Austin Street, which faces the bookstore. Windows slid open and voices punctuated the early-morning stillness.
     Miss Genovese screamed: "Oh, my God, he stabbed me! Please help me! Please help me!"
     From one of the upper windows in the apartment house, a man called down: "Let that girl alone!"
    The assailant looked up at him, shrugged, and walked down Austin Street toward a white sedan parked a short distance
  away. Miss Genovese struggled to her feet.
     Lights went out. The killer returned to Miss Genovese, now trying to make her way around the side of the building by the
  parking lot to get to her apartment. The assailant stabbed her again.
    "I'm dying!" she shrieked. "I'm dying!"
    Windows were opened again, and lights went on in many apartments. The assailant got into his car and drove away. Miss Genovese staggered to her feet. A city bus, 0-10, the Lefferts Boulevard line to Kennedy International Airport, passed. It was 3:35 A.M.
    The assailant returned. By then, Miss Genovese had crawled to the back of the building, where the freshly painted brown
  doors to the apartment house held out hope for safety. The killer tried the first door; she wasn't there. At the second door, 82-62 Austin Street, he saw her slumped on the floor at  the foot of the stairs. He stabbed her a third time--fatally.
    It was 3:50 by the time the police received their first call, from a man who was a neighbor of Miss Genovese. In two minutes they were at the scene. The neighbor, a 70-year-old woman, and another woman were the only persons on the street. Nobody else came forward.
    The man explained that he had called the police after much deliberation. He had phoned a friend in Nassau County for  advice and then he had crossed the roof of the building to the  apartment of the elderly woman to get her to make the call.
  "I didn't want to get involved," he sheepishly told police.
    Six days later, the police arrested Winston Moseley, a 29-year-old business machine operator, and charged him with homicide. Moseley had no previous record. He is married, has two children and owns a home at 133-19 Sutter Avenue, South Ozone Park, Queens. On Wednesday, a court committed him to Kings County Hospital for psychiatric observation.
    When questioned by the police, Moseley also said he had slain Mrs. Annie May Johnson, 24, of 146-12 133d Avenue, Jamaica, on Feb. 29 and Barbara Kralik, 15, of 174-17 140th Avenue, Springfield Gardens, last July. In  the Kralik case, the police are holding Alvin L. Mitchell, who is said to have confessed to that slaying.
    The police stressed how simple it would have been to have gotten in touch with them. "A phone call," said one  of the detectives, "would have done it." The police may  be reached by dialing "0" for operator or SPring 7-3100.
    Today witnesses  from the   neighborhood, which is  made up of one-family  homes in the $35,000 to $60,000  range with the exception of the two  apartment houses near  the railroad  station, find it difficult to explain why  they didn't call the police.
    A housewife, knowingly if quite casually, said, "We thought it was a lovers' quarrel." A husband and wife both said, "Frankly, we were afraid." They seemed aware of the fact that events might have been different. A distraught woman, wiping her hands in her apron, said, "I didn't want my husband to get involved."
    One couple, now willing to talk about that night, said they heard the first screams. The husband looked thoughtfully at the bookstore where the killer first grabbed Miss Genovese.
    "We went to the window to see what was happening," he  said, "but the light from our bedroom made it difficult to see the street." The wife, still apprehensive, added: "I put out the light and we were able to see better."
    Asked why they hadn't called the police, she shrugged and replied: "I don't know."
    A man peeked out from a slight opening in the doorway to his  apartment and rattled off an  account of the killer's second attack. Why hadn't he called the police at the time? "I was tired," he said without emotion. "I went back to bed."
    It was 4:25 A.M. when the ambulance arrived to take the  body of Miss Genovese. It drove off. "Then," a solemn police detective said, "the people came out."
 
 
The above reported events are true and took place on March 14, 1964.
The brutal murder of Kitty Genovese and the
disturbing lack of action by her neighbors
became emblematic in what many perceived as an
evolving culture of violence and apathy in the
United States. In fact, social scientists
still debate the causes of what is now known
as "the Genovese Syndrome."