Wage Slaves Are Blinded by The Media Messiah.

"Let's build a better tomorrow for our beloved children and our beloved country and when we do America will be greater than ever," Hillary Clinton said on national TV when she officially accepted the democrat presidential nomination.

Hope and change for a better future is idle talk and the lies that presidential nominees and presidents have been jabbering for centuries now is insulting to real thinkers.  The political system has always been geared for the rich and that will never change.

George Carlin, bless his immortal whimsical soul summed up America best, or any world power for that matter. America, Carlin said is divided into three classes; the rich who do very little work and pay even fewer taxes, the middle class who pays all of the taxes and does all of the work and the poor who are there just to scare the s*** out of the middle class, keep them showing up at those jobs.

Education, housing and cars are way over priced. Clinton and Donald Trump both talked about a fair shake for the working class, such as low cost college, but both candidates are in the presidential race for themselves. When they talk about a better future, they mean for themselves and the rest of the rich.

Both Clinton and Trump are supporters of war, neither candidate or any candidate ever that I know of has talked or made and effort for world peace, ending world hunger, implementing a plan for all solar instead letting the PG & E rape its customers with outrages prices.

'The men who hold high places, must be the ones who start, to mold a new reality', Talbot wrote for the band Rush in the band's 1977 song "Closer To The Heart."

"There Is a Solution For World Hunger," a July 11, 2013 blog " I wrote illustrates how world hunger can end, but way too many people are caught up in government lies and keep going to wars for these heartless leaders who send other peoples children to die for the almighty dollar.

In a real democracy, Americans would have dozens if not hundreds of legitimate candidates to vote for as president, yet every year we only get two choices and each year neither choice is much different then the other. Gasoline and oil are so primitive, and yet we continue to not allow the sun to provide all our electrical and vehicle needs. The rich get richer and blah blah blah...    

My Farewell Words, For Now, Can't Write When Your Dead

Caught in the triangle of politics, religion, science and superstition, aware of so many things, uncertain about everything.

A soaring spirit hurling through a tunnel of stars on a life long journey into the unknown.
Time limits the flesh and all its possessions. The uncool learn to detach and dream of a universe fit for them, one that embraces creativity and welcomes the wacky. The currency of laughter exists beyond Earth's insanity. Death's dreams seem more delightful than life's nightmares of famine, violent crime, poverty and greed.

At the dusk of middle age, dying is indeed easy, comedy is hard. Toward the end, I tried to do some good things such as donating blood, plasma, platelets and red blood cells for those physically less fortunate then myself.

Thus far, thank all the powers that be, myself, Eddie and Linda still inhabit the Earth. Besides myself, Eddie and Linda, both older then me are the last of the Schurr direct blood line. The countdown to Schurr extinction is well underway in the grand scheme of things. Why neither my brother Eddie or sister Linda had children is beyond me. Eddie and Linda, unlike myself are both successful, married and socially well adjusted.  

After my ashes have been dispensed into the frequent wavy waters of any ocean, (hint, hint!) reveal in the company of good friends and family and laugh long and often. Be as creative as possible. Remember, creativity is limited only to ones imagination.

Be creative in the kitchen when preparing and cooking a meal, continue to engage in happy hobbies, explore new ones. Realize art dwells in countless forms; writing, photography, hunting, gardening, cooking, sewing, drawing, painting and countless other things.

Before it's your time, travel a lot, even if it's to the same place every year. If you ever think about me when I'm gone, just remember in my world, ball games and barbecues will be the norm as I dwell in eternal youth under the stars and on the sands overlooking fabulous foliage and water falls with my lady, a true woman, passion pure, primitive lure.

My lady and I will argue about which parents we visit on Thanksgiving and Christmas while our five preschool aged daughters dominate on the basketball court and on stage acting and playing music. Yes, all five of my daughters will be adept at theater arts, writing and playing musical instruments.

Hours after the sun has set, our daughters are asleep and I've read another book, my luscious lover garbed in sexy sleep wear will enter our sleeping den. Seconds later our youngest daughter, the only one in paradise who has nightmares will insist on sleeping with us. Soon after I've left the bed, my wife and my daughter will be sound asleep side by side while I find a cold patch of the ocean to dive into while the starlit moon surrounded by transparent clouds smiles down on me.