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Permalink 06:39:54 pm, by trebor Email , 703 words   English (US)
Categories: Markets, Views

Are Electric Vehicles Finally Breaking The Oil Industry Strangle Hold?

When it comes to understanding how a Corporatocracy, Fascism to some, works look no further than the vehicles parked in your driveway. A perfect and classic example of killing the competitors rather than competing may the best win.

It doesn't matter that by the continued use of oil it is destroying global water, land and air to do so. It's just plain dirty and noxious from start to finish every step of the way. Government has gone all "Green" and needs to institute draconian measures to save us all from the annihilation of global warming. Choose paper instead of plastic. Internal combustion engine vehicles are a major perpetrator of what we are all told we must stop doing.. dumping greenhouse gases into the environment. I mean really.. they not only dump carbon into the atmosphere by the tons per vehicle but they also convert the atmosphere in the process from something life sustaining to something lethal and deadly.

Alternatives to the internal combustion engine have been completely blocked and prohibited.. none allowed.. period. Indeed even a highly efficient internal combustion vehicle is not even allowed. In that country this vehicle will get 45mpg because it has to in order to sell there. Over here the exact same vehicle only gets 35mpg because that is all that is required to sell here.

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Permalink 03:53:21 pm, by trebor Email , 491 words   English (US)
Categories: Views

It Always Happens Even Though It Never Happens

The title of this blog doesn't make a lot of sense.. does it? Let me guess at a few possible reactions to something like this put to us:

Eh?, Say again?, Excuse me?, What?, Mouth agape eyes squinting speechless still trying to figure out I can't find any sense at all in that statement? Or even a flat out declaration and retort to the expressor of such an expression "That doesn't make any sense at all!"

Honestly, the actual point here, did it cross anyone's mind that such an expression sounds like, reminds me of, makes me think of, the government? I've learned from experience, BECAUSE it makes no sense at all, that is something they would say and do?

You all know....

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Permalink 07:46:01 pm, by trebor Email , 788 words   English (US)
Categories: Events, Views

Election 2016: The Once Every Four Year Periodic Spectacle Begins

Presidential elections: An American "Periodic Event." Like certain species of short-horned grasshoppers in the family Acrididae the majority of the American public lays dormant and harmless for years. After a certain number of years have passed the grasshoppers swarm and become Locusts. Every four years, it is now an old and time honored tradition, the American public swarms to the political process and presidential elections. Like the Locust it is a true spectacle to behold. Corporate controlled mass media starting, orchestrating and guiding the once every four year swarm. What's the cool thing to drop at the office water cooler this morning? Who will pick the winner and of extremely more importance who will not? Indeed the corporate controlled TV telling the entire population who the winners and losers are.

It's time to swarm. Swarm in this direction.. not that direction. Like a trail broken herd on a cattle drive it is no problem at all for just a few people to march the entire herd to the destination they want and the entire herd's slaughter.

It is a true periodic spectacle. The presidential election swarming in America. A periodic major mass media extravaganza that gets the politically active populace of the country engaged in a process and effort that for all practical purposes is completely pointless and futile. Understand the decision who will be president has already been made by the very few, who coincidentally are, steering the swarm before the process even starts. Their puppet Republican or their puppet Democrat. Which puppet of theirs do you prefer? You decide!!!

Obama did not keep even one of his campaign promises that I'm aware of. It was ALL lies. Go figure?? And now call me "Racist" for saying such a thing! It has nothing to do with swarm control.

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Permalink 04:48:22 pm, by trebor Email , 392 words   English (US)
Categories: Views

Artist: Jars Of Clay: Flood

Happy Easter.

Artists are those within our society that have a special insight, understanding, knowledge... vision... that the rest of us do not see with such ease as they do. In many cases these artists also have the ability to express and share what they know with the rest of us via “artistic expression”. Their gift is two-fold. They have the vision and are able to express it artistically with the rest of us to be become recognized by the masses for their gift as an artist.

There are also many that have the “vision” but not the gift for expressing it. Would they also be considered an “Artist”?

Alas for these artists what they get to see and know many times is not easy to carry. Just holding a vision of theirs can be... personally challenging? Problematic? Hard to accept? Hence the rise of what we all know as the “tortured” artist. Some one staggering around under the weight of what the rest of us do not carry.

We all know this instinctive these people are the visionaries and prophets among us. Not only do they deserve latitude from us but, more importantly, they deserve our attention, to be heard, what they are expressing we can all learn from their gift.

Jars Of Clay: Flood:

Rain, rain on my face
It hasn't stopped raining for days
My world is a flood
Slowly I become one with the mud


But if I can't swim after forty days
and my mind is crushed by the thrashing waves
Lift me up so high that I cannot fall
Lift me up
Lift me up - when I'm falling
Lift me up - I'm weak and I'm dying
Lift me up - I need you to hold me
Lift me up - Keep me from drowning again

Downpour on my soul
Splashing in the ocean, I'm losing control
Dark sky all around
I can't feel my feet touching the ground


Calm the storms that drench my eyes
Dry the streams still flowing
Cast down all the waves of sin
And guilt that overthrow me


Lift me up - when I'm falling
Lift me up - I'm weak and I'm dying
Lift me up - I need you to hold me
Lift me up - Keep me from drowning again


Permalink 03:19:44 am, by trebor Email , 1171 words   English (US)
Categories: Views

Taken Down By A Flock Of Sparrows

For those of you whom have been following my blatherings across the years here at MatrixUSA you probably already know I have this "Thing" about me. Specifically I'm driven to feed the wild birds and critters around my house every day. This has been going of for decades with me where ever I may be residing. This need of mine to do so, you may have also learned in time from my blatherings, I blame on both my Mother and God for putting this into me. Be all that as it may, it is what it is, across the years I have learned it is both a blessing and a curse.

The "Curse" is that I must allocate time and expense out of my life each and every day to answer this need in my heart. The time is trivial and has actually become part of my daily routine habitual now. It would actually hurt and disrupt me now should I not be able do this daily task today. The expense varies depending upon the "feed" I am offering in said given location. Is it just bread? Bread and seed? Bread, seed and suet? No matter which expense upon me it is it is never damaging upon me severe to provide it. So provide it I do.

The "Blessings", I have learned from experience across the years, have not been just the obvious but way more than I could have ever imagined was possible from this simple thing to do.

What a surprise? Imagine that? Go figure?

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