sillyoquy(soliloquy)

I have now blogged. Wow i can't somehow get rid of the feeling that it is awfully similar to a bodily function. Now I have heard of verbal diarrhea is there such a thing as bloggeria. Yeah the spell checker choked on that one. And another rephrase. If I blog alone and no one reads it have i really blogged. I have seen some beautiful blogs and I am really impressed. I have made it a habit of staying off the bleeding edge of new things. Being that in my younger years i created leading edge things. Only to find no one could understand my code and so when I left my programs died with my passing. So like Don Quijote I would vanquish a windmill and in a few days, weeks or months be reborn in a new company, new desk and a new coffee pot. Of course I learned never to vanquish a windmill on the first day, week or month. Because that meant a trip to the office and good bye. I have no defense except a whore puts on a good show but the next day, week or month she is not in your bed or desk in my case.
I wanted to be a theoretical physicist but my professor being so wise told me to forget it as i was not of sufficient caliber. Like my guidance counselor in high school counciled me to forget about college. I see a trend here. Working at Western Union my boss told me to forget being a programmer. The professor at Syracuse University told me to forget about writing. It seems I never had a teacher pat me on the back.
Now is that my fault or theirs.
Now to be fair I have had a few ataboys. When working at Johns Hopkins the head of laboratory said i was the most creative person he ever met. At NCR i entered on probation and when i left i was the best engineer they ever had. And my salesman said i was probably one of the top ten programmers in the world. He just wanted a raise i am sure. And not least dying in a hospital my family told to look for a place to bury me but since i was use to this i paid no mind and got better.
Yes this is silly me a modern Don Quijote going where no sane man would go yes you guessed it right into the heart of Africa. And to put icing on the cake in the middle of a riot. Burning buildings free tv's and a soldier on every corner. Gunfire so intense i told the kids to duck as they wanted to look out the window. Yes it was fun. I remember the day i saw this beautiful woman strolling naked down the street and i rubbed my eyes and looked again and she kept walking. My god she was elegant walking slowly poised and everyone ignored her. You can't have adventures unless you get out there and see the world. I understand and have always said any excuse is good enough. I have lived a life so full spending a year on an island in Alaska,earning a certificate to navigate a submarine, owned a golf course, 7 race horses, alone in a canoe on the amazon river, project manager for tactical nuclear warfare simulation, and one year in Kisumu Kenya overlooking lake Victoria. And being in Kisumu when Obama was elected president. No person should have so much fun. thus ends my sillyquy.

Namaste and Jambo sana

Shakspeare Quote

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All the Lawyers

Death

Dana Lee Kimball

Hello,

Almost 3 years ago I fell through the roof of my garage

. I broke my back in 4 or 5 places and broke eight ribs. It was nine hours before my son found me. I called and yelled and wondered if I would die there on the cold cement floor. Nearby was the smell of death as a cat had died and I could only smell that smell that death creates. I tried to crawl but the pain was incredible and all I could manage was to go in circles. The sun was beating down on me and I was dehydrating fast. I had to urinate and so I did in my pants. I knew if someone didn't find me I would be dead. This was at eight thirty am. At around 5 pm my son found me. We had a little white dog who came to me and laid next to me while my son got a jug of water and poured over me. Then he called the ambulance and a half hour latter they arrived. And thus began my journey. My walk with death. The pain was so intense that when they moved me the whole world turned bright yellow. If anyone wants to hear what happened next just ask me. I'll be happy to tell you the next part. But maybe I am to far outside your world just looking for someone who might be interested in the rest of the story as Paul Harvey used to say.

As ever I remain.

Dana Lee Kimball

May 16, 2009 5:54 PM I am back. Someone has asked how I am now. Well do you always read the end of the book first. Let me caution u. I may make statements which may seem insensitive to some but I assure u I am not racist or bigoted.I do have a hard time with stupid people. That is not IQ but people who do stupid things because of the system or for personal gain. I worked at Johns Hopkins as a computer consultant and the man who hired me was a world wide famous researcher and he related this joke to me. If u are caught in an elevator with a surgeon and the door is about to close what will the surgeon do to make sure the door does not close. Well as you know we mortals will put our hand out to stay the closing of the door. But to a surgeon his hands are his most important body part. So the surgeon will put his head between the doors his least valuable part. I tell u this joke because with my experience with Dr's I find they don't know everything. But the person who does know is u. Never let a medical person persuade u that ur pain or ur symptoms are in ur head unless maybe you have a head injury(ha ha). Anyway here I am laying on the floor of the garage. The ambulance boys are here they wheel me in the gurney and strap me to it. My garage is about 50 yards in from the road. The ambulance boys couldn't figure how to get close to my garage. And so with broken back and ribs they wheel me over the rough ground. I though I had pain before but this pain made me cry. Now the next part is not for u who are squeamish and if you want to skip this part feel free. Why did I fall through the roof. Well my insurance co was going to cancel my insurance if I did not fix the roof. So as I am a diabetic I have to urinate a lot. And also being not circumsized my ability to pee without pain was absent. So it was 8:30 and I had only another hour before it was too hot to work on the roof. Since the garage was way away from the road and no one could see me I decided to pee of the roof. I have two garages and one I was fixing was safe but the second garage was definetly was in bad shape so I laid down two large 8 foot planks and walked on these to the edge of the roof. But I never made it. All of a sudden I felt the roof give and I was sliding into a garage full of bicycles and computers and yes a dead cat. I guess I passed out not quite sure of that. But I hurt like I never had hurt in my life before. My son gets great pleasure in calling me stupid for trying to pee of the roof. So I guess I can claim my fair share of stupidity. Well back to the ambulance we are now rushing to downtown Charlotte and the main hospital. I am conscious and I can see everything passing by. Then I must have passed out. All I could remember is them turning me. And when they did my whole vision even with my eyes closed became a brilliant yellow like looking directly into the sun. I do remember the urologist inserting a catheter in my penis I assure u that hurt also. And then began a journey so strange u will find it hard to believe. They gave me some medicine which knocked me out and I was in intensive care for about two weeks and was not conscious during that time. But my brain was having fun with me. As I remember as clearly as anything else which has happened in my life. I was tortured to death over and over again. I remember about 5 different times I was tortured to death. Remembering how I was begging for my life. The first time I was tied to a chair and where i was was filling with water. And they were for some reason watching and waiting as the room filled with water.Trying desperately to break my bonds my breath growing shallower and shallower. After wards my son told me that my lung had collapsed and every time I breathed the blood would flow out. I looked at the hospital bill and I counted 22 blood transfusions. Well I save the rest for latter as I hope I haven't grossed u out but it is all 100% true to embellish this story would be ridiculous as it is hard enough just reliving these events. Just a little history about me. I am a retired computer consultant having worked in about 50 different companies. From the Pentagon, Radar analyst in the aluetian Islands, have a certificate to navigate a submarine, worked on rocket launching wind profiles, and on and on. The best compliment I ever got was from the head of the Wilmer eye clinics laboratory. He happened to be my neighbor and good friend. He said I was the most creative person he had ever met. Before I left Hopkins he offered to give me my own department to run. But I could not stand still as I went on many adventures in South America. Culminating in being alone in a canoe on the Amazon river.(Another story) So feel free to ask questions and comments. My being in the hospital was like the quote from Charles Dickens "It was the best of times it was the worst of times" obviously u know the worst but the best of times was those people nurses, aids and all others who dedicate themselves to helping those of us who end up there. In no small measure do I owe my life to these wonderful caring people who walked with me every step of the way. Tears come to my eyes now as I relate this to u. Never believe there are no good people left in this world they are at ur hospital taking care of us in our need or in our final moments. Until next time.

As ever I remain.

Dana Lee Kimball

May 18, 2009 10:47 AM This is a continuation of my story about death. I am now in the hospital in intensive care. My son relates to me the following. The Doctors advised the family to look for a place to bury me as they didn't think I would live. I was constantly on Iv's and blood transfusions. AS I said before my right lung had collapsed and they put a drain tube in my lung and I was constantly bleeding I guess because of the eight broken ribs on that side. It is interesting when this happened to me there was no thoughts going on just one huge rush of Adrenaline. My thought were of this lady who had killed her parents by having there plane crash in Nevada or California. Her pleasure was killing people and she wanted to kill me but make it look like an accident. She had me tied up in her house and was about to burn it down. Some how I escaped. In this state I could phone by using the florescent lights and speaking the numbers. It was not crazy disjointed like a dream but in this state I was living it. It was very solid and real. In this state I would call 911 the FBI anybody I could to tell them I was trapped in this hospital. Anyway the details could fill a book. The most interesting one was that I was on board a ship and it had small personal containers for troops.Each container had life support. The ship was sent to the shores of Nicaragua and there the ship was sunk. And from there the troops would leave in there escape pods to land on the beach in Nicaragua. So now to the point where I became Conscious. When I woke up I was in the center of a room and the nurse asked me if I wanted breakfast. But my first thought was how wonderful to be able to live a third time. In my mind my other lives were their. And now I was in Miami a professor at the University. People said I had been in a boat wreck and broke my back. And my nurses name was Wendy like from Peter Pan. I lived this life for a day or so until finally I realized I was back in Charlotte. I was so disappointed because the life of a professor was so comfortable. This was such a strange thing for me. I don't accept things unless I have a firm grasp on them. And this was beyond anything I had ever experienced except for Deja vu. And thus began my recovery. I had tubes and ports everywhere. One day Wendy was attending me and something went wrong a tube or something. She shook me and blamed me for what happened. I never ever saw her again. Being a nurse in ICU is very tough because a lot of ur patients die. They care about u but they also hold back as u may soon die and each death takes a toll on them. My next nurse should have been a drill Sargent she was in charge. But there is a down side to this as they don't listen to the patient. I was getting an infection in my private area and I told her this but she wouldn't listen as a results my scrotum became infected and became the size of mangoes. I was on morphine and I am surprised I never got addicted. I would get bags of the stuff. Anyway I had to learn to eat again. The only thing I could eat at first was jello. With the broken back it was impossible to sit up. So they would raise the bed until the pain became to great. I would eat a little but would become exhausted and have to be put back down. I am a big man about 250lbs and the nurses had a hard time moving me. So I was Conscious about 3 or 4 days before they moved me out of the icu. I was so happy to be free of that place. But little did I know the nightmare was just begining. In ICU I could push the button and a nurse would be there almost instantly. In My room it would take forever for someone to come. Now I had a button for the morphine. I could only get a shot once every 5 minutes. Now because everything was swollen to pee was close to dying. So I would have to plan my urinations to hit the button about a minute before i peed so the morphine would dull the pain. But even then it was like a living hell to pee. Now comes a part which some may feel is racist but I assure u it is not. The head nurse in this wing was an older black nurse. And this was her area. She made the rules. They brought in an older negro man to be in the same room. But I screamed so much with the pain he didn't want me to be there and refused to enter. The nurse came in and told me to be quiet and unhooked my morphine. Later that day two angels came to clean me up. They were young black girls and they were so gentle and kind. But when the older black nurse saw this she became furious and gritting her teeth she told me I would be out of there as soon as she could arrange it. And 4 hours latter I was shipped to a private room. But with another older black nurse who I guess was given the job of punishing me. As for four hours I could not call the nurse as she hid my call button. Remember my back is broken I can hardly move and unless the call button is nearby I can't search for it. It was some of the hardest hours I ever had. Just like lying on the floor of the garage. I don't like depending on others for anything and this was really tough. But the next thing that happened is so incredible that I have no Dr or person explain it to me. My sister called from upstate NY and it was not her it was some lady speaking in Spanish. I thought maybe someone had invaded her house and took it over. I told her I was calling the police. Anyway I hung up. Then a few minutes latter the nurse told me my sister was on the line. And yes it was my sister and we talked.How wonderful it is to talk to family when in the hospital. One night my son(20) stayed all night with me sleeping in the chair beside my bed. Anyway I discovered that in the accident my left ear had been damaged. And everything I heard with my left ear was Spanish. Watching TV David Letterman spoke in Spanish. This lasted for several weeks until finally it faded away. My left ear has lost all lower tones.And everyday I would tell Doctors I couldn't hear and not one Dr looked at my ear. Today Doctors are so specialized and busy that they won't refer another Dr. So I was conscious for 15 days of my stay and not one Dr would look at my ear. Then the surgeon came in. Ok he said we can have surgery on ur back or stay in a shell until ur are better. Well my answer was very simple no surgery.So they came in and measured me and fitted me for my tortoise shell. Which I wore for the next 2 months. So getting out of bed was taking 15 minutes to get my shell on. The next part I find hard to believe but it did happen. They sent me to xrays and were Xraying my Pelvic area. The xray techs were women. They would take an xray and go away and I could hear them laughing. They must have taken at least six xrays. It was quite embarasing them giggling like they did. Anyway I was getting better day by day and so I was transfered to another rehab hospital. When I reach the other hospital I heard a nurse or someone yell out "Is that the man with the extra muscle in his groin" So then I understood what the nurses were giggling about. But nothing in my record says anything about it. SO next time I'll recount my adventures in rehab. Also they told my family I would never walk again. And how I hate wheel chairs. Hopefully my telling this story helps someone else to know that miracles do happen. That I Dana Lee Kimball literally walked away from my death bed.

Hello again, I think I can finish the story now. I now was in another hospital with a lot of specific rules. I had to do therapy each day if I didn't they would kick me out. I remember the first steps I took. I though my legs were made of cement. I think I took 3 steps and was totally exhausted. And so each day a few more steps but after a few days I was sort of walking. I remember having to have a bowel movement and them bringing the bed pan. Well not having practiced my aim was off. The male nurse who was on that night was furious and shook the hell out of me and yelled at me. That was the last time I used a bed pan. Being a diabetic I had to urinate a lot and so I had two urinals. Because I would ring for a nurse but I would have to pee before they came to empty it. There were some good nurses and some pretty bad ones. The event which changed my life was this. Shortly after being in this rehab hospital unit I had a hard time breathing and I was sure I was about to die. In came two nurses one older and one younger probably in her late 20's or 30's and her name was Hatie Mathews MY angel. The older nurse said I would be ok and left. But Aunt Hatie stayed and asked if there was anything she could do. And she offered to tuck me in. She rolled me on my side and tucked a pillow at my back. For u married people u know the feeling of your husband or wife sleeping at ur back. There is nothing so comfortable than to sleep in the arms of another person. I then exhausted went to sleep and the panic attack subsided. And at that moment I knew that if Aunt Hatie was there I could comfortably die in her arms. Hatie is black and I then decided I must die in the arms of a black woman. There compassion and strength brought me from death to life. And over a year later I was in African on the shores of lake Victoria living with my new family there. I was in Kenya for one year and it made my diabetes almost a thing of the past I was using 120 units of Humilin 70/30 daily and when I left Kenya I was using about 20 units. In Kenya I would walk about a mile per day. My breakfast was always toast and tea. Lunch maybe some beans and chapati(a flour type hard pancake) and after work upon arriving home more tea and toast. Then around 8-9opm the main meal, ugali, fish or some form of tomato sauce. Anyway I tell this to you to let u know that even at 65 I left the USa went to Africa and spent one year in Kisumu on the shore of lake Victoria in Kenya. I learned so much about myself in my travels. Anyway I did a lot more in rehab but it seems this is the end of my story unless someone asks me a question. Take care fellow traveler and know life is full of surprises just keep going I did.

As Ever I remain

Dana Lee Kimball

Jambo Sana

Kenya from me to you

I arrived in Kenya from USA on December 26th 2007.

I spent one year on the shores of Lake Victoria. I took the bus from Nairobi to Kisumu. Anyone making that trip has great feeling for the phrase "road to hell." Never sit in the back of a bus unless you wear a steel helmet. I was hanging on for dear life and the passengers were smiling at the muzungo until the luggage from above began to fall on their heads.

Anyway Nairobi was beautiful and the food terrific.

I arrived in Kisumu on the 28th. The pot was beginning to boil. And two days latter people were streaming past where i was staying with Tv's in there arms and then the burning began.
Nobody could prove it but only certain stores were burned in other words the riot had direction and purpose.

And after many months I realized I was in Paradise.

After one year I can't tell the difference between a Kikuyu and a Luo or any other tribe. The people I met and lived with were all nice people I miss them loved them. And I will never again ask for a fork to eat my tilapia. I am a muzungo and I was treated like a King. Children would come with their parents to shake my hand and ask for a coin or two. I would love to open a conversation and stun my fellows with the statement

"you live in the greatest place on Earth"

In my first abode there were mangoes, papaya and avocados falling to the ground. In 5 minutes i could gather hundreds of dollars of fruit. I come from New York State where the growing season is from April to September. Anyway Paradise in my eyes is where I was. My new family enfolded me and smothered me with love. It took time of course for them to know me but eventually we formed a bond so strong that my heart is still in Kenya.

Now I can understand the problem Kenyans have.

How can you have thieves teaching your children and expect great things from them. I can't tell you how incredulous I was when I learned you had to bribe your teachers. So where is the model a child can look to. They whip your children if you the parent don't pay on time. I ask everyone who reads this to tell me how your children can be different than those who teach us.

And the other thing that shocked me is visiting a hospital and seeing two patients per bed

. And they laughed at me and said sometimes three. How Kenyans suffer is beyond words. And how women are treated corrupts the mind. I was told by my brother in law your wife is your property.

I was never so afraid in Kenya as when I was in a police station face to face with evil.

Knowing the man I was talking to could pull out a gun and shoot me dead and nothing would be done about it. Meanwhile the police are hitting on my wife in front of me. Of course I had to bribe the police or as they refer to as giving the policeman his tea. Anyway I hope I have not offended anyone this is Kenyan through my eyes.

I love Kenyans.

They are obsessed with education.

But until the rights of all humans are guaranteed men, women and children talk of political this or that is meaningless. It is a room full of school children when the teacher is not there.

Anyway I love you all. Jambo Sana

Caveman Science

Caveman science

I see we have the scientific establishment often refereed too.

I have to laugh at that, appeal to higher authority has zero relevance, logic 101.

What we need is new thoughts new experiments.

The world has changed we once were lost in four dimensions and now we are found in 11. Many years ago we explored dimension 5 as a pocket dimension where every point is the universe is only Planck's constant = 6.626068 × 10-34 m2 kg / s away. Looking through that lens telepathy doesn't look odd. We are at the beginning stage of exploration of our universe and we all are found pitifully ignorant instead of thinking outside the box we now need to think outside the 4 dimensions. thanks for reading my comments namaste, jambo sana

Posted by Dana Quijote at 12/4/2009 12:18 PM | Add Comment

Third World

the third world
Third World - countries with economies largely based on agriculture and characterized by low standards of living, high rates of population growth, and general economic and technological dependence upon wealthier industrial nations. A very ethnocentric way of referring to other cultures because it ranks cultures below those of the "First World" like Europe, Japan, Canada, and the United States.
This is a question i like to ask people in Kenya definetly a third world country.
I love to challenge our concepts of things.
So here is the question.
If I(Dana Quijote) go to Kenya and help them launch a satellite. A very small satellite the size of a cell phone.Broadcasting a message of peace in all languages. Can we still consider Kenya a third world country. Then an ancillary question what will the reaction of the people(Kenyans) be.
Since I don't want to contaminate your answers I'll put my answer in another blog.

Computer Consultant

No profession deals in the unreal like computer consultant. Windmills abound everywhere and for a price a slice of your life you get to battle someone else's windmill and after you are done you fall on your sword and are reincarnated. Only fellow travelers walking the same road dieing and reincarnated know you in passing. That is why this blog is dedicated to Don Quijote (Don Quijote de la Mancha)Thus is born Dana Quijote of Ithaca NY. To be a successful programmer you must set aside your beliefs of right and wrong and somehow out of computer space create a reality which in 90% of cases is pure fluff.The money is good but your soul alas your soul has become corrupt. Selling your life force for money.
The modern company is so corrupt in its management that if you held it to the standards we mortals are judged by they all would be in prison. Lying cheating listen to your phone conversation all is ok for a manager in the corporate world. And so begins a dance of doing what you wish until that dreaded phrase would you come to my office please. Condemned to death on day one lasting as long as possible in incongruousness until the square peg in the round hole is discarded. The only satisfaction comes in knowing you have done something no one else in the world can do or even understand. Dana Quijote

These Times

These Times

Dear Everyone,

I am writing this essay or blog to all of you who are worried because
your have lost your job or think you are going to lose your job.
My son when he was young said to me "Daddy can you get fired so you can
stay home with me."

I am a professional Computer Consultant Probably the worst job in the world

Charles Dickens said in a tale of two cities.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it ws the age of
wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it
was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the
season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of
despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we
were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way."

What is happening now is a turning point in history.

I am not a historian my second wife was but I am saying this is end of the industrial revolution

and the start of the green revolution. Of course the worst thing you can say to a historian is you are a

revisionist historian.

When you lose your job it is not the losing of the job that hurts. It

is the wounding of your pride in your personal faith that tomorrow is
a better day. And after beating yourself to death you come out the
other side and you say that sure was a shit job and I am glad it is
over but where do i go now.
And the answer is you go where you wanted to go in the first place but
the job was holding you down. We all fear not having that paycheck
come in. That is where the term Wage Slave comes from.

You see a forest of bills stretching to the horizon.

That fear can put you back into that seat you just left. But a few take the
oportunity to examine there lives and see the folly and now seek to go
on that road they always wished for. For every change there are people
who stick to the old way and those who stick to the new way. We think
everyone must follow the same path but the truth is we humans follow all
paths at the same time. Not individually but as a group. I like the
analogy of forest fires. They are necessary to burn the old so the new
can start afresh. We have just had a forest fire. The old guard the
Republicans have died and lost there way. The religious right has
foundered on the shores of reality. I say this not as judgement but as
a truth we all can see.

We have a black president and first lady.

You see it through the eyes of Americans but to the rest of the world
there is now light and those who had short comings ie Europeans are
shown to be frauds. I lived in Africa the year of Obama and the people
shouted for joy and i expect Jesus traveling into Jersulumn had an
equal triumphant entrance. I could not walk the streets without someone
shouting Obama at me as if I was his personal emissary.

I am suggesting you find someway to help

Make it personal (giving to feed the world don't count) Make it personal and real

Find some one and help that person not with money but with care and a helping

hand to get them over the abyss we see before us. A few years ago I lay in the hospital dying.

My family was told to search for a place to bury me. The details were grusesome 8

broken ribs, back broken in many places a collapsed lung and 23pints
of blood. But I didn't know how to give up. I wanted to die the pain
was so great but we don't know who we really are until we face a
calamity such as now. I have been fired or quit over 50 jobs in my
career and each one hurt the only time it didn't take a personal toll
is when hundreds got laid of at the same time. But each and every time
I had to go throught the process. I would feel like Jesus

"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

And the hurt felt like a dagger through your soul. And for days or even weeks you could not see
straight because of the tears in your eyes and that ache in your soul.
You have been rejected thrown away. Some turn to anger and yell and
scream at your old boss your old company. As a computer contractor i
got so i could feel when the day was soon approaching. Once in
DC i had my bags packed and everything i had at work out of there. The
next day management came around with a shoe box to collect everyones
badge. Your life has ended your next paycheck uncertain a cloud of
dispair falls around you and seeps into your soul. I guess we will
call it stage one. If you are lucky not everyone was fired and you can
call your friends and get daily doses of the life left behind.
As you hear the stories of others who fell at the same time.
But then you remember unemployment and up to 6 months to find another
job. But I was a contractor and getting unemployment was next to
impossible. The last time i received unemployment was over 25 years
ago. We use to have to stand behind the yellow line and get scolded if
we were not a perfect docile sheep. I hated going to the unemployment
office each week. And they never found me a job either. But today is
different and you should go to the unemployment office and search
thier data base. Be creative look outside your comfort zone. Call up
your friends I have gotten several jobs just that way.

And learn to be humble

.

That is a hard lesson to learn.

" I tell you the truth, It is harder for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. Again

I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle
than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God."

It is harder for an arrogant man to get a job. Again
I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle
than for an arrogant man to get a job.

You have to find the right balance not egotistical and not a wimp.

Firm confidence without arrogance.

And in my case I had to play down my experience or my future bosses
would be scared to hire me.
Each of you have a place and know what you must do and until you lose
the arrogance you will be unemployed.
A few bosses are looking for arrogance but they have to be more arrogant than you.
And then there are a few of you who will take a hobby or a love of
something into the realm of commerce. This is a hard road but the
rewards are there and you don't have to fight that demon of only if i
would have.

So why is this collapse so good.

Because now we will get health care for everyone, a gentler society
now we are going to be green. We have changed from the industrial
revolution to the green revolution and the whole planet has changed
not just the USA. I know there is talk of the demise of the dollar.
Travel the world and tell me which currency is better. Whether it is
justified or not the rest of the world dreams of coming to the USA.
The brightest and best of other countries drive our taxies work in our
warehouses. Lawyers, Doctors, hairdressers any occupation you can
think of they go from high to low just to enter into the Kingdom of
Heaven(ie USA)

The USA is where they dream

they lie, cheat, and steal to come here. I know
there is much corruption here but think of Kenya where I just came
from, I had my motorcycle stolen and the police were hitting on my
wife in front of me and to let the boy go I had to bribe them.And when

with the Police Chief I saw the face of death I had never been so close

to evil and death in my life. When woman complains she was raped and

goes to the police the police will rape her. I was there during the riots,

people getting slaughtered because they were from a different tribe.

Apartments abandoned businesses burnt to the ground, huge fleets of buses carrying refuges.

Oh how much we have to be grateful for

I had an internet cafe and i paid a worker a $1.25 a day.

Now how much did you make a day.I had the
cheapest meal in all the world in Kenya twelve cents. A bowl of rice
with bean soup over the top. So you live in a country so great that
even when we lose our jobs we are better off than 90% of the world.
So next you

lay out a map of your talents and desires.

And you pick a path. Do you need more schooling, nows a great time to
pick it up. Of course we make plans that never work out but that is
what makes life so interesting. The wider your horizon the sooner you
will be back earning money.
And now you can buy a home and get up to $8,000($6,000 plus not first
time buyer) back if you a buy home. If u are older like me and have a
home get a reverse mortgage. Every where you look there is opportunity
and

the only thing standing in your way is you.

Get over yourself this is a new day and the old yolk has been cast
aside, adapt to the new reality and you will write me some day and say
losing my job was the greatest thing ever happened to me. Anyway I
hope I can help just one person and hopefully that is you.
I won't feel bad if you say this is a bunch of crap. That is part of
getting better. And I sincerely hope you do get better. Just don't
take any shortcuts take your medicine and i guarantee you will live to
see a much better future.
As Ever I remain
Dana Lee Kimball
Namaste
Jambo Sana

Now folks join in lets hear your thoughs and some help for those of you out there dying.

Forgive me for using the bible for some of my quotes but there is great wisdom in Buddhism and many other religions

What we need is protection from extremes in any religion. What I call the "chicken littles" of the world who can't think for themselves and take one little gem and try and cram everybody into it. Our genius as a race is we try everything now lets try and join together and make things happen.