It just wasn’t the right Time, Little Marco

I am in a series of Posts on Time and thought hard and long whether I may not spoil it by this Post but it had to be said; this is not always the case with Time but I realized that there are times when you have to stick your neck out regardless of the consequences.

Americans of today generally fail the Test of Time because they live in a World of make believe of some past glory that comes from somewhere in the past that they have adopted as their own without even understanding the basics of Time.

Little Marco, oh let me call you Young Marco, you messed around in an adult World.  To come today, from a youngster like you and only a first generation American to boot, to get hammered for your presumptuousness you might have been forgiven, but then to state that “America is a special place; where you come from does not determine where you are going,” heck, young man that is your problem.  Step back Marco, let the people who have been there for twelve generations, proved themselves and paid their dues, yes, let them say that.

Marco, in Russia and China you would not have had a single chance.  Ok, now I can hear you say that you don’t like them.  You also did not like your Fatherland, Marco.

In Africa you would have been fish bait within one hour after announcing your intentions.  Now don’t come telling me that you don’t like Africa either; it’s an old Continent.  The leaders appointed by their forefathers are governing; the rest do as they are told.  It works, I tell you it does.

OK, the colonials introduced a Western form of Government, telling the people they need a Democracy and things almost got out of hand, but the leading families re-introduced the old systems and advised the people that they would  call it Democracy to keep the money flowing from America and to eat MacDonald hot fries.

Bide your time, Marco.  You’ve screwed up and may not get a second chance for a long time.  Pay your dues now and just don’t force things.  Face it Marco, you only got as far as you did, and were allowed to do so by the Party to take the Don out.  You failed, Marco and the DOP [that may be new to you; it’s now spelt with a D for Dead Old Party] will remember; it’s not a Party for brash youngsters in any event.  They only used you as much as they are using Cruz now.

But that’s his problem.  Don’t you go and tarnish your name now by throwing your lot in with Cruz.

Cheerio, sonny-boy; better luck next time.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

Time

This matter has been with me for quite a while; an on the spur of the moment I had to decide whether I should say quite a while in the place of quite some time, and made the change.

Time is not only infinite; indeed it is but also much more than that.  Time is the basis and the spine; mortal man has no known definition of Time; we are too small for that; time is immemorial.

Time is the essence of Life; that in turn is a product of Time and the two go together hand and hand never to be separated though, or perhaps I should say because, one created the other and they are therefore, equals in any analysis of one of the two or both at the same time.  Life is, like Time, infinite, forever, both wholesomely rooted in a perfect design that will never end.

No human intervention or any science or discoveries still to come to combine with what we claim that we have already discovered, will ever change or have any influence on Time.  Time is free, everlasting, infinite I have already said, immemorial I have said that too, and will rule and guide us without human interference and the blemishes of human endeavor that are inevitably a part of human nature and was probably intended by Time to be so.

Modern Man is but in its infancy compared to Time and we have existed for a few short moments only when we look at Time.  Let us look at that later; suffices for now we are still infantile in the greater context of time.

Modern Science, to describe it is such because our definitions are lacking, has developed through the eras of the great Greek Philosophers, and some, like modern Sociology have Peer Groups, to guide the younger ones with some clear guidelines to which any new thinking must be submitted for approval, but which often end up in outright rejection by the Peer Group.

So, who is right?  Are the Peers to decide what is true?  What makes them Peers?  In the year of 2016 people like Richard Dawkins would be a Core Peer of the Group but in the time of Socrates he would be a fool and heretic.  Strange thing is that not so long ago in Time he would have perished on the Stake; in the 2016 of today the infantile can rule but in the scales of Time the Peer Groups of yesteryears are being rejected by new realities.

New realities are, of course, all inventions of the 20^th century; they have no Peer Group.  “We are free at last” is the hue and cry of the day; there is Space, and that is where our future lies, mankind is about to kick the last remnants of the restricted past into the dust and Rule from Space; no, that’s an understatement; we shall conquer Cyber Pace and rule; indeed we are already in command of Cyber space; hell, they say, you old folks must get with it.

People are standing ready to exit their bedrooms through the mirror in the morning, right on the other side space is waiting and they will walk straight into it through the mirror [a mere press of the button will do it]; out to the office workplace into space they will go; bye for now kids, Daddy will be home tonight.

They will set up new fresh water systems from the moon through all the planets; Mars will be a paradise of Green Peace; Pluto will send clouds when we press the computer button; rain will fall and the sun will shine when we want it to do.  Yes, Oh Yes, Man will take control of his Manifest Destiny.

What did you say?  Did you say or mention God?  Well, don’t do that again.  We are now God.

Until the end of time, they will say,.…, not knowing present mankind will end, well like in tomorrow in time.

But Time will continue.  What is left of last week’s Mankind will pick up the pieces of yesterday and the few weeks of yesteryear and start out on the next Cycle of Time.

To be continued.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

Ikepedia on Super Tuesdays with Super Duper Rubio et al

When is America ever to learn?  Will they ever learn?  How can they ever learn that politics are for men?

Putin is a Man, and so is President Xi Jinping of China to mention just two.

How can you guys ever become great again, to quote the Trump, when a failed GOP is using a snot-nosed young kid and still a first generation American baby to assassinate the character of a leading candidate?

You’ve lost it, Grand Old Party, or do you want to hand it to the Hildabeast to finally screw up good and solid the little bit that is still left of America the once Great Society?

If the joker Sharpton gets ready to emigrate, please oh please, I beg you please, don’t let him come down South of your borders.  We have too many of his ilk here already

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com