Identifying as...
All Aboard
the Transformation Express
Hey diddle
diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
"You look just like Mother Goose! I love your English-garden hat."
I laughed, and stopped backing out of the Rock Shop parking. I'd just tucked rose quartz, amethyst and aquamarine in a little drawstring pouch to enliven water at home.
The woman was keen to chat. I nodded.
"Well, as it happens, Mother Goose used to be a nickname, when I counseled students, or read aloud to children. And if I carried a ruffled brolly, Mary Poppins!"
The woman herself looked like something out of Scheherazade. All swirly skirts and embroidered vest, many necklaces. Lots of bold creativity in these mountains.
I made it out into small town but touristy traffic and toodled along, people-watching, an inexhaustible entertainment.
Astonishing variety of tattoos and body-piercings, and it felt tribal, atavistic, from long ago and far away.
Have been reading about blue-tattooed Picts in 6th century Scottish Highlands, and have admired Maori artistry while traveling in New Zealand.
Out of an historical lineage, what's going on at the local coffee shop and concerts?!
Perhaps a sort of declaration of being radically different, yet belonging--beyond the pale--despite broken families and few extended ones.
In fact, our times are becoming so bizarro, remaining interested seems more participatory than shock.
Toto, we're not in nursery rhymes anymore.
Where are we?
Are nervous systems and brain function in a process of change or transformation, as we immerse willy-nilly in constant EMF, WiFi, smartphones and texting?
Also I watch the asylum of AgBiz and the so-called food industry... Gender-benders R us.
Children of friends, raised on soy milk and tofu, with their phyto-estrogens, are identifying as... bodies with the other plumbing, than their birth configuration.
Going tranny, in fact. As the media glorifies drag queen lifestyle, and government schooling insists that kids decide on their sexual orientation, nudge nudge, as they learn to spell.
During the obama reign, tranny bathrooms became the burning issue, and trannies in uniform.
The image below?...Uniforms to enhance breast cancer awareness:
Might all the focus on tranny-dom be a living memorial to obama lifestyle choices and a michelle born, michael?
And beyond that, there's monstrous global uproar about the so-called elite and an apparent predilection for pedophilia, using the media and Hollywood to grease those skids, as it were.
Somewhere in there, we'll sort it out. Whether on the San Andreas Fault, "fly-over country", Paris, Hamburg, or Venezuela (where food, is the burning issue.)
Is it ancient Rome yet?
posted by Wayfarer @ 11:56 AM
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