Monday morning, here we are, out here in the country, where the pavement ends. It is our profound hope you have a great day and even better week, and somehow make it to the weekend virtually unscathed. That is what it is all about … hope … searching the horizon for a better day, a better way, a glimmer of something good coming your way.
In the four or five decades I have always hoped for many things, only to be disappointed over and over. End of war on the planet was always my profound hope, that some day we would learn how to live in peace with those who just don’t quite see it our way.
Cure for Cancer, that is a big one, have heard about that all of my life, but don’t see it happening. Too much money in Cancer, it isn’t cheap to get sick, and a lot of people are living off the misery and suffering of others.
The end of the slaughter of wild elephants and rhinos in Africa for their tusks and the horn, all of which usually go to our good friends in China. The ivory has made them so valuable they are being slaughtered in unbelievable numbers now, and most likely will not make it. Same with the rhino, his horn used for dagger handles and sexual potions makes him a walking target. The Tiger is on the way out, it is apparent that the biggest predator on the planet happens to be man. They are being hunted with helicopters now and whole herds are disappearing … I would hope that would stop, but I don’t see it happening any time soon.
Believe it or not, I hope to see some real live, good gravy will you look at that, genuine extraterrestrials in my life time. I hear about them flying around the place much too often to just blow them off and say they are not out there. I hope to see some before I die. At the very least, there are something like 25,000 solar systems just like ours out there, so that tells me that someone is living there somewhere.
If you stop and think about it, it is entirely possible.
Our universe has literally billions of planets in it. The odds of another planet like ours is greatly enhanced when you stop and consider the vastness of space, entirely plausible. I don’t know if they are ready for Viagra or Howie Mandell, but I believe they are out there.
This weekend I discovered an amazing fact that I will share with you.
Working mothers who work for telephone sex companies in the U.S. have risen sharply, over 400% in the last 18 months, because of this lousy economy. Most of them I suppose are a little embarrassed but it is the best way they have found to make money at home. Having tried everything, this is the fastest way for them to get their family back on their feet. I hope some day that women do not have to resort to measures like this to feed their families and their kids do not go to bed hungry at the end of the day.
There you go, 600 words (MOL) on hope ….
Mr. Obama promised us hope, but we have discovered it is much easier to grasp at reality than it is to hang onto hope. When a politician promises hope, there isn’t any, and for the most parts, your boat is sunk.
I hope some day, that will change.
It’s a new life … its a new day … and I am feeling good.
Crank it up and Check it out!
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