Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Love, friendship, respect, do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.
~Anton Chekhov

Politics, as a practice, whatever its professions, has always been the systematic organization of hatreds.
~Henry Adams

The hardest thing about any political campaign is how to win without proving that you are unworthy of winning.
~Adlai Stevenson

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EndQuote:
We haven’t yet learned how to stay human when assembled in masses.
~Lewis Thomas

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Posted from the Grove:

Prewritten for 03/03/16 is: platform picture

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: perplex, starch

~MissMerry: untitled

Staring inward through the third eye, I sought the face of God… and found her meditating at the edge of a quiet pool.
“Why?” was all I could articulate, but I knew that she knew full well what I was asking.
“You think too much” she said with a shrug.
I must have looked perplexed, so she sighed and came to my rescue.
“Mankind… thinks too much stuff up. It started out so simple… The world is all Man’s creation… The Worldly bit I mean, not the planet. All of the stuff you humans do and build and make – that comes undone and falls down and becomes unmade… they were all just thoughts in someone’s head at one time.”
(She did the “crazy” twirl with one finger by her ear.)
“People keep thinking up new things, new stuff that everyone just HAS to have. These THINGS you find so important create the needy greedy awfulness that causes so much grief.”
I nodded and smiled, realizing that she had already taken most of the starch out of the argument I had so often mentally rehearsed when I had dreamed of this meeting.
“But what about all of the war and death and pain and grief … is all of that really necessary? Could you not have left some of that out?”
“I suppose I could have, but humans think up new ways to be miserable all the time. Death was never supposed to be a bad thing, just a change from one form of energy to another. Pain, well, I had to make something to keep dumbasses from burning their hands off in the fire… ”
She glared at me pointedly, “You all are not really so bright usually unless you really work at it.”
I sat looking down into the pool, reading the “Nike” logo on my sneaker and fiddling with my fitbit, feeling ashamed for my species.
I looked at my hands and asked, “What would you change if you were going to try to help us be better, erm,… Earthlings?”
She rolled her eyes “Do you not think I have not made changes? Every time I come in and unsnarl some fuckup that seems to be unacceptable in it’s awfulness, it just ends up getting worse.”
She waved her hands toward the sky, ” The Babylonians and the Egyptians were building towering buildings to reach me, and killing slaves off right and left. They had the whole build-slash-work-’em-to death thing going on working so efficiently… So, I did the ‘Tower O Babble’ language scramble on them to throw a bug in the program and well…
She paused to take a deep breath, “Jesus Christ, the Arabs and the Jews are still fighting.”
I had to laugh at that, “But is there not one thing you could change that would make us better people?”
She grimaced, “Yes, but you won’t like my answer.”
“Try me” I said, grinning.
“Sex” she said, slapping one hand on her thigh.
“Sex?” I asked, “What do you mean?”
“If humans did not have that incessant drive, the thing that makes little boys try to be bigger boys and men to be the biggest little boys of them all,… without all that that brings, surely the misery would end.”
I must have looked doubtful, so she continued, “All Man’s ambition is based on being just a bit bigger and better than his neighbor so the girl across the street will screw him instead of the neighbor.”
I nodded, “Ok…”
She went on, “This whole system was my biggest mistake. It isn’t such a big deal between two studs competing for the attention of the homecoming queen, but when grownups do it in the real world – MONEY and power drives who is the biggest baddest stud in the market.”
I looked glum, knowing so far, she was spot on. She laid a hand on my shoulder and continued.
“All the wars ever fought, every murder victim ever slain, every bank ever robbed… all for sex or money or power in some form. Trying to be ahead of someone else, a richer bigger country, a more righteous race or religion… all because I created the need in the heart of every man to have the biggest dick. And, every woman to have the MAN with the biggest dick!”
She chuckled, “Well, the money and toys and Big Guy stature anyway, they usually end up bitching a lot if it is really a physically impressively big d…”
“Ok, ok, STOP! T.M.I. !” I said waving my hand at her to stop.
She cackled at my blush, then was silent for a time, leaning forward looking at the lines in her gnarled hands.
Suddenly, as if a bee stung her on the butt she sat up and looked at me with an angry look…” And you know what else? The drive for sex made all the sad self-damaged people… the hookers and alcoholics and the druggies too. I mean, when you figure out that you are a loser and get tired of the constant struggle, who can blame you for getting high?”
She waved dismissively, “And heavy drugs, I had given you opium to help with pain, but the greedy bastards in the drug trade have turned that into something horrible.”
“Yeah, more ‘bigger dicks’ there for sure,” I growled.
“MmHmmm” she agreed with a nod. “But, at this point it is a little late to change that system. The sex thing I mean. If I take Sex away I doubt anyone would be happy…” She trailed off with a shrug.
I was just about to answer her when she abruptly cut me off, “OK sweety, I have given you the answers that I have agonized over the most. You did all the right meditations to get yourself here, and I have actually enjoyed our conversation. So, what can I do for you?”
“Well, if you please ma’am, Can Dale Earnhardt Jr. win the NASCAR Sprint Cup Championship this year?” I asked.
She stared at me, stunned. “Of all the things you could have asked for… but ok, if that is what you want… ”
She snapped her fingers. “It will be so. But why, may I ask, was this what you have asked for?”
I smiled. “I have no desire to be one of the Big Dicks in the world, I’ve no desire to be rich, or a rock star, and I do not even like Jr all that much…”
“Then WHY!!?” She asked …
“…’Cause my husband likes Kyle Busch…!”

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~BarTalk: not-a-ku x’s two

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Impromptu: Six-word story

~Greenie: Virus-Heartache/Heartbreak
Six word story format

Heartbreak, a virus leading to Heartache.

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~BarTalk: 12 Words, 2 Stories

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