Vise Vice

                              OBVIOUSLY the Removal of the >>>Threat Of Mass Extinction<<< SHOULD-BE* the First and FOREMOST 'Action' that the Planetary Ruling Mind MUST ---> Impose upon the ConsciousNess* of Northern and Middle Africa .   Here it is where "It's easier SAID than DONE" 'enters' with a Shakespearean 'flourish' that is piggy backed with "This guitar goes to ELEVEN !!!!!!!!!!!" .

            I gotta* laff* at the "Two State Solution" since a "State" is required by Gazans and another by the West Bankers .   THAT would position Israel in a VISE that would GUARANTEE   UN and Non-Conditional >>> MASS HYSTERIA<<< .    Even IF a Land Mass of Territorial Jurisprudence was to be 'assigned' the THREAT of Vise Closure is STILL immanent [according to Israeli Vision] .

            If the Gazans and the West Bankers are NOT to be "Given" Land      What then ?

            

            

Ravaging Rage ---> Ravrage*

                                                                                 Prologue

                              I can't get into my `Vault of Resources`~~~  I don't know why I locked it in the first place .   

            Commentaries on "History In The Making" are of little or NO value if Insight, in many of its forms, is lacking .   Here it is where the Daily News, despite its delivery of Ongoing Human Atrocities, has become a 'Day-Mare' from which awakening is Impossible ~~~ a Horror-laden phantasmagoria of Savage, Unrelenting Barbarism,  the one in which Human Beings are treated as insignificant `vile`*.

            It isn't as if there are NO Solutions to geo-political Problems, {and here 'problems' is exceeding sophomoric since the so-called Problems have reached Existential [and now] Apocalyptic Instinctuality*, the one where the Instinct of Self-Preservation DOMINATES both Psyche and WILL and therefore blinds even the Imagination of Vision, so much so that a Future --- ANY Future ---  is barely seen as a something that is 'worth-while' } .   There ARE Solutions ---  hand makeable* with the `materials` nearby IFF  Hatred, Rage,, Fury and BlindNess* can be brought under control by Common Sense, Sound Reasoning and the Logic of the MIND and NOT the Heart .   And yet ................................  and yet ........................... . 

            

"Take a puff, it's SPRING-TIME !"

                              My Best recall my suggestion to OPEN-UP Jerusalem .  Many several generations were born and expired until that Suggestion was heeded .   The Ecumenical Council WAS convened, in Sri Lanka of all places , and despite scant attendance initially, the Peoples of the World were gladdened by such rare Opportunity and the `hold-outs` eventually succumbed to unrelenting GLOBAL Pressure .  Allow me this AA trite :  "Folks were sick and tired of being sick and tired."  And since the Bar of Expectations had been lowered to Marianas Trench depth, Success was most assuredly Guaranteed .   All they had to do was simply Agree, that "War is Hell" and that Hell was a place to be AVOIDED at Any and ALL Costs .  

            You'd think that accomplishing this most Public 'End' would be EASY --- oddly, it was not .

            

            

"The Shell Answer Man"

                              I've asked all the Questions and have all the Answers .   I am "Mistra Know-It-All" .  The "Shell Answer Man" has NOTHING on me .   It {all that Knowledge and shit} doesn't help me find Peace for the World since Power resides in Political Idiotoracy* .   When I was chosen to be the bYg Head of the Milky Way it was a Shock to the Galaxy's Elite --- no one from the Crab Nebula had EVER even been considered, and to have been  Zen Sword'sMan further aggravated them .    

            Some 'whiles' ago I confessed of living in what you quidz* would consider the Future .   At that Time, Earth had resolved various Issues and Jerusalem had been Decreed  the PLANET'S Holiest-Most- Sacred ; meaning,   ALL Religions had Free and EZ Access to ALL of Jerusalem, and with It, Mecca as well .   

             This BEGS the Question ;   "WELL HOW THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN ?" .  Two words, It wasn't easy .

Panelrama

                         If you store ANY sheet of plywood improperly, it will bend, twist, warp and curl in HIDEOUS regularity* .   The ONLY way to prevent this is to 2 x 3 or 2 x 4 its perimeter thereby adding SUPER-strength to its edges and increasing its ability to ward-off peeling .   The problem with THAT is once you do THAT, you've increased its WEIGHT to HERCULEAN Density , meaning, you gotta be HERCULES in order to move or in any way transport the Panel to wherever the Plan has designated .  I HATE MOVING PLYWOOD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It KILLS my back, stretches my lats and reeks HAVOC on my neck --------- so adding the extra weight is debilitating at BEST, at WORST Suicidal .   {"My back's out of whack and my neck's a wreck"} .   Still, it must be done, since downsizing it to manageable levels is 2 x 3 or 2 x 4 costly {not to mention time consuming} .   

            In order to move the it, I work myself up into an "I am so weak" FRENZY that then causes me to 'split' and be "beside myself" I then use THAT self to give me the strength of TWO  men  which then is enough to position the Panel to its intended 'home' .  

Earth 1 --- Heaven 0

                              I used that throw-away decking to build {put together} an enclosure .   'Build' is exceedingly generous and 'construct' would be an abomination ,  `put-together` satisfied the image .   I DID try to be precise, I mean I had ALL the levels and plumb-lines and tape measures, all numbering in the tens of THOUSANDS, but in REALITY what exactly was I working with ???????    I have a set of building parameters, the first of which is ------->  DON'T BUY A GODDAMN FUCKING THING .    If Frugality is a Virtue {and it is ,, it SO is ...}  then I am Virtuous BEYOND COMPARE !!! 

            I had one, {count 'em  One [1],,  sheet of quarter inch dirty plywood which I had rescued from a dumpster 2 houses down .  It was a FULL 'sheet' and of UNTOLD Value .   Wrestling it out of the dumpster reached fucking BIBLICAL Proportions and the Effort cost me an entire day --- a day I need to rest, recover, rebuild and refit .   No matter, it was   FREE   and once I tagged it as Arch-Angel the Combat was ON .   Obviously --  I won .

            

Sea Weed ? I wanted SEE Weed !!

                              Clean-up is as close to "Work" {doing something you DON'T what to do, in a place where you DON'T what to be} as I ever get .   It's simply the nasty-like aesthetics that FORCE me into action .   The Garden SHOULD be "Clear, like Space" and if you don't like that one, the Garden is a "Mirror", that SHOULD be dust free and CRYSTAL Clear .   There is RELIEF in the Emptiness of Clean and Clear , the Mind is settled ---  there is Peace {like the surface of a puddle or pond that is without ripple or wave }  .   

            I  got  it  EZ,   in  ancient  New  England  Seacoast  Times,  the  farmers  decided  to  harvest  >> SEAWEED<<  to aid in the fertilization of their various soils .  I can only Imagine the Labor Intensity of such a Labor Intense Endeavor .   Shit, all I `gotta`* do is work myself up into an Extraction FRENZY and sacrifice my body for the General Well Being of the local 'heavies' .   I do not wish them to see me as a fucking LAZY  "ne'er-do-well" {never do well } .   If only I WEREN'T lazy .