How the evening is blessed with the times I have much to ponder and much to come to a conclusion for, from the vast to the simple we all have things in our lives we ponder. With or without a fuzzy friend by our side. Just gives the world a place it cannot enter and is yet beyond all things this world has to offer. That is the place we should all have, a place to think and have away from the world, then again if you could see how the world thinks, then I think we could find out how evil people are.

So one of the many things that have crossed my mind the past few days is the election in the states and how all are reacting, for the first time ever, I don’t think it matters. Before hand things would change in the world of the western front come any election, this one even though the mid terms, just did not matter. For the first time in many years I have found myself in no less hope and no less misery of life, it is just I am ready for the turmoil and the lack of any conscious thought the few have and none of the ones who make promises to the people that things will be better have. In the means of they cannot think of anyone but themselves. Then the ones who pay them then the last 1% goes to the people. I don’t think this reality has dawned on many and thinking they make a difference is a fools errand. The past once held leaders that would change things for the better or the worse and now leaders do not but engage in what makes them more money. As much as they cry out they care, they are more in the line of “in care of my last thought” is more accurate to say. I am wondering how many more years the one who call them out will stand for it or will they just show themselves to be paid opposition. As much as many would come to this when I say mass death is needed, I do not mean the mass death of selected groups but the mass death of ones who have done stupid things and cannot or will not be saved. Have we saved the stupid ones in such mass they are now the leaders who wish to save the stupid and sacrifice the smart.

A truth ignored in life may become a spectacle in death, yet the spectacle does not guarantee the truth will be understood.

One thing does strike me as a funny thing, funny in the aspects of how the world is determined to see truth through the results of others. A martyr is like the image above, only as valuable as the value the media gives it. If a man burns himself alive in the center of the street for the sacrifice to bring forth the knowledge of the sex trade system is only as valued in message as much as the media is willing to give it. With the media determining the grand action of a person to be figured out by the ones who did not know the person who now say the actions are means of the reasons the living want. The words in book written by the one who burns, the written word in journals mean nothing if they do on align with a social means of direction. Ages ago it might have mattered to be a martyr, you fought for something that held great value and the people would not change what that meant. Now though the world of internet addictions and fast paced pleasures that the martyr is not a thing of passion, but a object of revelations for each to their own. A strange shift from so close a past that the world no longer means to sacrifice, but to abuse the idea of sacrifice.

A comfy sweater is the kindness no other can give, warmth, love, hope, and a snuggly surface for the catto.

However as a single human I cannot change the world and even if given the chance I do not think the world has earned to be saved. Normally we only save things that are helpful or beneficial to the existence of current mass. We have not saved something that we do not know the terms of for a long time. To just care is a sin these days and I don’t want to be part of those who say to care without cause is a sin, I would rather care for the snapping turtle knowing it could kill me just because I don’t know the life and ideals of the snapper does not mean I should judge it against mine with assumptions. I help because it is a life that is simply trying to live in a world with great villain’s who we once called best friends and best friends who were once a villain. Those are the things I think we only wonder in the case of a fuzzy sweater. A sweater that was given in love and is fuzzy as it is warm. That is the thing the world needs to think about, how fuzzy are you behaving, are you being a sweater or are you being a pack of rusted metal cleaning pads. It is your choice.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.