OKAY, GIVING A SHOUT OUT ON THIS ONE!!!! PASS IT ALONG FOLKS, O’TAY! Everyone needs to get a handle on THIS ONE, o’tay – and then go to them greedy corporate (as in “corpse-erate”) folks, STOMP your footsies in ANGER, and say: “GD it, STOP DOING THIS!”) Yeah, we’re mad as hell about it – AND SO ARE YOU, RIGHT? Right on and read on, and TYVM!
(sighing . . . here goes Elvis, our favorite character, part of our personality core: the “creative side” – reporting the Scientists mind’s findings over the past, oh, 10 or 15 years of looking up notes in Mr. Notetaker’s cookbook.)
GREED. Everyone is “a-greed” it’s a problem. A VERY BIG PROBLEM in this world.
GREED runs the show, folks – and it’s NOT about money. Money is just a way to control things. (Ya ain’t gotta click folks, this is SO basic the info is right here in this post.)
Greed is about control. Control is about surviving. All this is based upon the ‘monkey mind’s” perception of things: gotta keep alive. Can’t eat them bananas if yer tiger-scat.
So . . . little monkey says “GET SOME MORE!!!” (Control, that is.)
NOW, here’s the weird thing – and HERE’s the problem!
You can’t have other monkey’s stealing yer bananas. And other monkeys (once you GOT a banana) – want control, too. After all – they are fearin’ for their lives, too!
(Silly monkey minds . . . more on Channel 11, news at 11, just before midnight settles down, o’tay on that? Grrrrrr….hate sensors, as in sensitive censors…. (yelling to the Crowd back there: “shut UP, can’t you see I’m trying to play this dang piano of yours! Raisin’ dust on the friggin keys!!!” Okay, gotta stop, we’re crackin’ up, me and one of the kids, sitting back on this pee-aaany bench we’re sittin’ on; dusty — “hey, can’t ya’ll call a janitor or something?”)
Whewww! (Wiping virtual forehead, chuckling, kids is sooo! funny; he laughed his skinny little butt off liking me ‘scolding’ the crowd in ‘playtime’. Fun thing, he is, these children, this kid – all of them. Gotta love ‘im! (Tousling virtual hair, looking at beaming eyes and smiling face. Wow. Just realized: this is the first time we’ve EVER seen him happy! Good thing! Means we’re making our OWN kinda progress here in the ol’ nutshell of a madhouse loony-toon bin we gots fer a brain! LOL!! Oatmeal for brain cells, and rats ate me up.)
O’tay, nuff on that, getting back to business, where were we???
Greed = control. Control = desire for candy (meaning ‘survive). The more candy you have, the more control you get. Right?
Wrong. After awhile you can get like my brother B, the REAL one: driven by nothing but money (but with a golden heart he can’t even see – though he gives it away to charities all the time) – THINKS he hates people (scorn, mocking, the works), this boy is so shut down he can’t even see a thing. All he’s become is another little monkey scrambling for the top limb.
“Well” (we’ve told him dryly in a ‘real‘ businessman sense sort of way, with the businessman talking, knowing about reality) – “you ain’t gonna make it kid. Best you’ll do is be the richest corpse in the graveyard – and not even that, cuz’ after yer dead, someone else is gonna get all your toys, money included. So THERE. Duh.”
BUT . . . IF you can turn off / turn AWAY from that animal mind: guess what? Greed goes away, so does the desire for control. When you ‘get in touch with yourself’ (vision of us lined up at a payphone in our ‘jail’ of a mind, dialing up) – meaning touch your OWN God, buried waaaaayyy deep inside, beyond that pile of words (and DON’T let THESE add to that wall) – then you’ll realize:
“I’m gonna live forever. What in the hell do I need with all these toys?”
And then you’ll cast them aside.
Get it? I hope you do. If not … read it again. Follow that link up there. Follow some other links . . . cuz’ (whispering behind my hand to you) – I ain’t saying I’m smart or nuthin’ like that. “Just the facts, ma’am”, as Joe Friday used to say.
Until later – your friend Elvis
shaggin’ his a** on out the door!
See ya! Later! And, oh, BTW:
“Thank yeewww verrrrry much!” (Billy Christal’s old character, Fernando! who always got it wrong: it’s better to FEEL good than LOOK good – any day of the week! (or month … or lifetime. …… yeah guys, I hear ya sayin’ “move along pelvis the elvis”, LOL – Later!)