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The Five Best Posts Of July, 2017

I still need to catch up on one of the favorite type ofPostsI put here,out on myBlog.It is called The Five Best Posts Of The Month!Since I am so far behind,I will be doing the month ofJulytoday.And instead of babbling onand on,like I do so famously,I am going to get intoThe Five Best Posts Of July, 2017right away.
We have a tie ladiesand gentlemen.So,The Fifth And Fourth Bests Posts Of July, 2017 Are:Tonite Tonite Poetry Which are actually the lyrics to the TwoBuckHowie With The Exact Change song, with the same name, Tonite Tonite. Because we all know, most songs are written as poetry in the first place. Sorry for the hard to see picture of us playing in the Nineteen-Eighties, but it is a Nineteen-Eighty's camera! The Second Entry In The Fifth And Fourth Best Posts Of July Is:Commenting On The Comments When enough Comments come in, I try to Comment on what people are saying about my Blog. Since I usually wait until there are five or more Comments, they are spread out among several Posts. So the best way to Comment on them is to say; Everyone, keep those Comments coming!
 The Third Best Post Of July Is:I Guess I Am One Of The Lucky Ones Partly a true story of my youth, with a little fiction thrown in to protect some of the identities. Of course, my Sister-in-law pretty much figured it out on the first reading, but if you do not know me as well as she does, you will have a hard time figuring out who is who. I will tell you though, I did own this car my junior and senior years of high school. The Second Best Post Of July Is:The Man From Mars - Episode Twenty Three I always take great pride when one of my original stories are in the Top Five in any month. I especially take pride in the fact that my serial, The Man From Mars, consistently makes it in The Best Posts category each month. Thanks for coming back each week to read my stories.  And now,the moment we have all been waiting for,The Number One Best Post Of July, 2017 Is:The Future Of Torrents - The Reprise My political views on how Big Government and Big Business are way behind the times as far as Copyrighted Material is concerned. I know I am not the only person who feel that putting out my material for free is good for the consumer. If in the future, I feel I need help publishing a book I deem worthy enough, I will start a crowd funding page and ask for help from my readers instead of charging them for material I do for fun. If it was not for the likes of Napster back in the late Nineteen-nineties, people who produce music would still be using computers to write the songs. Since Napster, the songs which become famous have to have a band behind it to preform live all around the world, because people just are not as much music anymore since they can stream it for free. The consumer won because he or she now has a chance to see the songs preformed live, by live musicians, instead of a computer telling you what is good and never seeing it being played in a club!  There you have it.The Five Best Posts Of July, 2017.
This is,Looking Forward To Our Future,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
- Eleanor Roosevelt -
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Are We Loosing Are Marbles?

This is,
If You Have Time To Watch This Video,
You Have Time To Make This Machine,
And Then You Too Are Loosing Your Marbles,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,
It So Much Fun Though,

“Success is a relative thing―and the victory of a boy at marbles is equal to the victory of an Octavius at Actium when measured by the scale of cosmic infinity.”
- H.P. Lovecraft -
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Driver Wanted

HUMAN RACE CAR DRIVER WANTED.MUST SIGN WAIVER RELEASINGBraden Brad,"GREATEST SHOWMAN IN THE KNOWN SOLAR SYSTEM,"OF ANY LIABILITY IN CASE OF PERMANENT INJURY, DISMEMBERMENT, OR UPON THE DRIVER'S DEATH.IF DRIVER SURVIVES, THEY WILL BE REWARDED A LIFETIME OF H2O, HIS OR HER OWN BEACHFRONT PROPERTY ON ANY OCEAN OF THEIR CHOICE ON THE PLANET EARTH, AND THEIR VERY OWN PLATINUM MINING COMPANY ON MARS.ALL THE DRIVER HAS TO DO IS FINISH THE RACE ALIVE.

   It is an advertisement flashed across all humanoid visionary media implants, by the Khan Media Corporation, on all three major occupied celestial bodies in the Solar System, Terra, Luna, and Mars.    Jason Harmagedon switches on his media implant, by a single mental thought, and sees the ad after his usual five minute shower in his old Japanese style cubicle apartment in the lava mining tubes on Mars, before he goes off to work.
   He has known no other life then being a miner. His father and mother were miners, and his grandfather and grandmother were miners here on Mars too!   The pay is supposedly great for a grunt worker, but anyone with a little knowledge of the history of living on the islands of Hawaii during the Twentieth and Twenty-First Centuries will tell you, "Nothing is manufactured here." So, the cost of bringing a luxury item to Mars, or for that matter, life sustaining food which wasn't made chemically in a lab, is astronomic.   No one is getting rich on Mars except the already rich One Per-Centers who own everything.   Jason thinks about the offer. He then request the detail page, of the driver's rules, with a single thought.   The ad highlights, in blue, a link on the small fine print on the bottom of a semi-transparent page, which seems to be floating in front of him, then switches pages to display the rules.
   RULES OF THE RACE.DRIVER WILL HAVE CUSTOMIZED ELECTRONIC FOUR WHEELED DRIVE VEHICLE, FROM THE CRITERIA OF TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY TECHNOLOGY CARS, MANUFACTURED BY THE BRADEN BRAD DEVELOPMENT DEPARTMENT, MINUS THE SELF AUTONOMY DRIVING COMPUTER, SO THE HUMAN DRIVER CAN COMPETE WITH FIVE COMPUTERIZED AUTONOMY DRIVEN VEHICLES IN A RACE TO SEE IF THE HUMAN MIND CAN BEAT ANY OF BRADEN BRAD'S TWENTY-THIRD CENTURY COMPUTERS AUTONOMY DRIVEN CARS. MANUFACTURED BY THE BRADEN BRAD COMPUTER COMPANY.
THE ONLY THREE STIPULATIONS THE HUMAN DRIVER MUST FOLLOW IS TO FINISH THE RACE, NOT TO CRASH INTO ANOTHER VEHICLE, LIKEWISE THE OTHER VEHICLES ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CRASH INTO YOURS, AND YOU HAVE TO LIVE TO TELL THE TALE OF YOUR MIRACULOUS SURVIVAL.
   After clocking in by going through the retina scan at the opening of the mining facility, Jason goes to the grunt's locker room to look for his friend Kelly.   "Hey Kelly," he yells across the cramped room. "I want to talk to you about something."   "Sure buddy," Kelly replies. "Let's wait until the last transport so we can be alone when we talk. You know how gossipy miners can be."   Alone? Jason thinks to himself.   Grunts can't even turn off their media implants while on the premises of the mining company. Every movement, every word, and every thought is recorded in case someone takes upon themselves, the act of stealing any of the company's precious platinum.   It was ruled by the Courts of the Two Planetary Governments, way back in the twenty-second century, that no one can be prosecuted for the ideas he or she has in their heads. Even if he or she has thoughts of murder, corporate espionage, or of theft. Because psychologically these thoughts cannot be weeded out of a individual's mind genetically. How could a writer write a fiction novel or a painter paint a horrific scene if his thoughts landed him in jail? His recorded thoughts though can be used against him, in a court of law, if he acts upon those thoughts.   Alone?   The only way to be truly alone is to become a one per-center. The only way to do that will be to win the race. Jason says quietly to himself.   "What's up?" Asks his friend Kelly.   Jason explains what he wants to do.   After the look of shock leaves Kelly's face, he says to his friend, "Are you nuts?"   "No," is all Jason says calmly.   "It's going to be a race track designed by Branden's computers, for computer racing." Kelly says, almost demeaning. "There will be rubber tires on the cars. The aerodynamics of the cars and the road surface will be designed to disturb the airflow around all the cars. The computer cars will be able to compensate instantly, while your reaction time will be slower. Besides, you have never driven a real car before."
   "I have been playing the Formula 1 vintage racing game on my virtual reality console." Jason tells him. "I will ask Mister Brad for the specs of the track I will be racing on, program it into my virtual gaming console, and practice as much as I can."
   "Didn't you listen to me?" A frustrated Kelly asks. "Your gaming console will never be able to duplicate the aerodynamics of real life. Those computerized cars will be able to come within a sixteenth of an inch, without hitting you, disturbing your airflow, so your car flies off the track. They will be able to cause you to crash without ever hitting you."
   Kelly takes a deep breath and stares at his friend, waiting for him to say something. After a few minutes of silence, he can't take it any longer and says to Jason, "You know Braden Brad has done this before. Five years ago a female driver thought that he would be lenient on her because of her gender. But he doesn't care. After the two worlds saw her in a fiery crash which killed her, his sales of his autonomy cars shot through the roof for a couple of years. You're gonna get yourself killed Jason. You know that, right?"
   All Jason could say is, "I gotta try man. I cannot live like this forever."
   Kelly shacks his head in disbelief and walks off to his work station without saying a word.

   It has been six months since Jason has signed up to race the five other computer cars. Five months of practicing his skills on his virtual gaming console and one afternoon to drive the real vehicle he will be racing.
   Today is the day.
   After countless interviews from news and sport medias, harassment from friends and strangers on social media saying he is stupid for racing, and the smug attitude from Braden Brad about how it is to late to back out now because he has signed a contract, two worlds and a moon, full of people, have tuned their media implants to watch the fiery death of one Jason Harmagedon.
   Talking to the three celestial body media at once, Braden tries to act magnanimous by saying to all the people who have tuned in, "I gave Jason the choice of the starting position he wanted on the starting grid. He wisely chose the back of the grid. He knows of course that his reaction time will be lacking compared to my computer cars. And being upfront, trying to outpace my cars will be foolish indeed. So his strategy is to start from the back. But it will be to no avail. Once my cars come up from behind him, when they are lapping him, he will find out how dynamic my Braden Brad's Autonomy Computer Cars really are. I just hope his life insurance is paid up."
   Braden laughs coldly for a moment, then continues, "Oh, that's right. He doesn't have any life insurance."
   And laughs again, harder.

   It is time for the race. The six cars line up on the grid, with Jason in the last position. There are five lights that come on, less then one second apart, red in color, then after one full second, they all turn green simultaneously and the race is on.
   First light comes on, then the second, third, fourth, fifth, and finally, after one full second, the five red lights turn green and there off.

   Jason is barely moving from his starting position. He is going a paltry five miles an hour from the back of the grid.
   Everyone watching, and Braden Brad himself are asking themselves, "What is he doing? Is there something wrong with the car?"
   But Braden's engineers confirm that everything is OK. There is nothing wrong with Jason's vehicle.
   Time and time again, the autonomous computerized vehicles come open Jason, coming as close as a sixteenth of an inch next to him, trying to either scare him into making a mistake, or disturbing the airflow in front of him. Trying to cause him to crash.
   But Jason just keeps moving on slowly. Never putting his foot on the brakes or the so called gas peddle. It is an electric car of course.
   He knew, from countless trial and errors on his virtual simulation that he could never race with the computers. And if he wasn't traveling at a high rate of speed, disturbing the airflow in front of his vehicle wouldn't make a difference. So he keeps going five miles an hour, steering straight down the middle of the track.
   As soon as the people watching from the three celestial bodies know what he is doing, he becomes an instant folk hero.
   And after five years of fighting in the Courts to be paid his winnings from Braden Brad, our folk hero is found lounging on a beachfront property, drinking Mai Tais with his friend Kelly.



This is,Predicting The Future,Jim Hauenstein,
And,

"Being second is to be the first of the ones who lose."
- Ayrton Senna -That is my story and I am sticking to it!Like what you are reading?Sign up as a Follower,or Set up mky Blogas your Homepageon your Web-browser,or Leave a Comment,or a Suggestion,and I will answer you in a Post.Thanks for reading.

California, A State Of Mind

I know summer is over,but summer is here year around.And there must be something to it,when bands keep singing about it.California,is aState Of Mind.
California,brings people together.This is,Sitting With A Fractured Toe,California Dreaming,Jim Hauenstein,
And,

“California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.”
- Don DeLillo, -
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You Are Not Going To Believe This

No,really are not.I pride myself for being in pretty good shape for my age.And yes,round is a shape.What I do not understand is,why every four to five years,I become ill.First,I was told I had bronchitis.Then,I was told I had asthma.Now theDoctorsare trying to tell me I haveCOPD!Which has put me in the hospital once this year.The second time I went in,was because of a gash I got on my stomach.And I mean gash.It was measured one inch by four inches.I cannot explain how it came about,because first of all,if I do not tell you where I got the wound,your imagination will run wild.Second,I cannot tell you to protect the innocent.Which also adds to the mystery.I know you are coming here today,to myBlog,to read the nextEpisodeofThe Man From Mars.Sorry to inform you though,that I will not be writing anyEpisodestoday.Why?Because I just broke my big toeand I need to go to the hospital! This is,Oooooouuuuucccccchhhhh!Jim Hauenstein,
And,
"You have been known to call upon Brother Zachariah for a broken toe."
"It was turning green!" I said.
- Cassandra Clare, -
That is my true story and I am sticking to it!
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Oh,Hell.You know the rest.I need to go to the hospital!
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Anger Issues

Why can I not stop judging
Stupid People!
They make me so
Angry!
Maybe,
I should listen to my own advice from my
Post,
Anger,
from
May 14th,
of
2015.

*****
I want to bring up a little tidbit most people never consider is a problem in life.
That strongest of emotions,
"Anger."
Yes,
that's right,
"Anger."
In yesterday's Post,
which was actually dated the 12th,
I talked about how I wish a couple of
Neanderthals,
who are wasting water,
should be fined
and put in jail for being stupid human beings!
Well,
that statement right there is what I would call,
"Anger."
I was angry at them because I felt they shouldn't be wasting water.
The dictionary describes
"Anger"
as,
"A strong feeling of displeasure and belligerence aroused by a wrong, wrath, or ire." Yes,
thank you again dictionary for not explaining a thing in words
and phrases that I can understand.
I believe they have it wrong
and that makes me
Angry!
In my humble opinion,
"Anger"
is the result you feel when something,
as in
Person,
Place,
or
Thing,
is not doing what you want,
what you expected,
or not how you imagined it should be.
Think about it.
When you get angry with someone,
you are mad at them for not doing what you think is right.
They could have said something,
in your mind,
wrong
or they drive so poorly you want them to crash
and burn.
"Anger."
You plan for months to take a trip to a famous resort with a mouse as a mascot
and half the rides are shut down for their yearly maintenance.
"Anger."
You drive up to a
R.R. Crossing
and the car in front of you circumvents the
Crossing Gate
just before the train comes,
but you get stuck in between both
Gates
because the car in front of you stalls,
out of gas.
And here comes the train.
"Anger and death!"
Now,
all of those examples really piss me off.
"Anger"
contributes to bad
Karma,
Health Problems,
Loss Of Relationships,
and just about anything that is detrimental to your
Mental
and
Physical Well Being.
So,
to live a long
and have a prosperous life,
the next time you feel anger coming on,
let it pass.
Life is too short for all of that negative emotion.
 
This is,
Saying Om To Release My Anger,
James Hauenstein,

And,

“Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.”
- Ambrose Bierce -  
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OUCH! I just stub my *&^%$# toe on that ?><&(!* @$$ "#@%$&)(((&*% table!
Oh yeah,
"Anger"
can come about from being hurt too!

Smoking On Sunday

Sorry for not writing the last two days.Been working hard.ButSundayis my day to relax.Here is how I feel in a few songs.Then I like making breakfast for myWoman.
But if she doesn't like to relax,maybe I can take a little vacation.Who am I kidding.I know how she feels.This is,Smoking On Sunday,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Prison is for rapists, thieves, and murderers. If you lock someone up for smoking a plant that makes them happy, then you're the fucking criminal.”
- Joe Rogan -
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The Man From Mars - Episode Twenty Eight

   I was grabbed from behind by the man in black, pulling me off of Ponleak. He gave me a grave look and waved his index finger back and forth, indicating not to grab hold the Man from Mars again. Even if it was just a harmless hug.
   Ponleak, himself, acted as if I had intruded on his personal space. He brushed himself off, as if I had just laid a layer of dust on his clothing. Then he straightened his already perfectly pressed garments.
   "We need to talk." Ponleak said, staring into my eyes. "They have a lunch counter here, at this depot, with some booths where we can get something to eat and I can answer any of your question before you move on to your next destination."
   "Won't I miss my bus?" Is all I could think of saying.
   "Don't worry about it." He said, as if my question was a stupid one. "I believe, after we have our little conversation, that you will want to head off in different direction anyways. And besides, were you not traveling east to go look for me?"
   I was stunned by his question. So I asked him, "How did you know that?"
   "I believe it was William Cobbett who first wrote in 1820; that being able to put two and two together, ascertains that it makes four." Said Ponleak bluntly. "My friend here has been trailing you since I gave you the amulet. I can only assume by your predictability that you were on your way back to the lions den to come and see me. So I came to see you before the amulet fell into the wrong hands."
   "Okay, then tell me.....
   But Ponleak cut me off before I could finish my query. He pointed in the direction of the bus depot and we walked over to the grey colored building to find the soup kitchen.
   He was right. There were booths in the place, all situated near the back. None of them were occupied. It seems the clientele preferred sitting along the counter to eat their food. It wasn't until the waitress came out from the kitchen, that I knew why.
   It was surreal. It was a scene right out of Marilyn Monroe's movie called Bus Stop. The voluptuous curly blond hair woman. The nineteen-fifties memorabilia lying all around. The art deco look to the place. With Elvis Presley playing on the jukebox.
   Then, after I read the name of the place, above the Kitchen serving window, Grace's Diner, I finally figured out it was the theme they were looking for.
   They were a diner, at a Bus Stop, playing the characters from the movie of the same name.
   Yet, this is 2017 and who is going to remember an old movie from the nineteen-fifties called Bus Stop? But after watching some of the patrons googly-eyeing the waitress, I figured it didn't matter to them one bit.
   Ponleak picked up a menu and asked me to do the same.
   I know ventriloquism started hundreds of years ago on this planet, but when the Man from Mars used it to throw his voice so it sounded like it came from my Diner's menu, I nearly jump out of my seat.
   He calmly said, "Talk slowly, even tempered, and to the point. I will be able to hear you through my menu, as you can hear me from yours."
   "What about your friend here?" I asked. "Will he be part of the conversation?"
   "Tiny will be able to hear everything we say without holding a menu." Ponleak replied.
   Tiny, I thought. How ironic.
   I took a deep breath and tried to remember the thousands of question I thought I wanted to ask the Man from Mars. But right now, only one came to mind. So I asked, "Why me?"

To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.
This is,Excited About My Nielsen RatingsJim Hauenstein,
And,
“I've been on a calendar, but never on time.”
- Marilyn Monroe -
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Eminem To The Rescue

I can not say it better myself.

This is,Hoping More People Wake UpAnd See Trump For The Hate Monger He Really IsJim Hauenstein,
And,
“Before mass leaders seize the power to fit reality to their lies, their propaganda is marked by its extreme contempt for facts as such, for in their opinion fact depends entirely on the power of man who can fabricate it.”
- Hannah Arendt, - “Trump’s America is not America: not today’s or tomorrow’s, but yesterday’s. Trump’s America is brutal, perverse, regressive, insular and afraid. There is no hope in it; there is no light in it. It is a vast expanse of darkness and desolation. And that is a vision of America that most of the people in this country cannot and will not abide.”
- Charles M. Blow - “Discrimination does not 'make America great.' It makes America weak.”
- DaShanne Stokes - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading? Sign up as a Follower,or Set up my Blogas your Homepageon your Web-browser,or Leave a Comment,or a Suggestion,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.

Yes Tuesdays

We have all heard it a thousand times before.People always say,"I hate Mondays!"Well,I don't hateMondays,I really distasteTuesdays!YesTuesdays.With it smug little attitude,knowing you have to get through it before you get to"Hump Day."Which is officially known asWednesday.I am telling you,Tuesdayis laughing at you,behind your back,because it knows,it is just as much of a struggle to get through,asMondayis.And who are theseNorsepeople,who got to name this day of the week?Here,I will letWikipediaexplain it.Then you might be inclined to distasteTuesdaysas much as I do."Tuesday is a  This is,You Know I Am Pulling For YouWe Are All In This TogetherJim Hauenstein,
And,
“Why does February feel like one big Tuesday?”
- Todd Stocker -
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