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BACK TO THE POWER AGAIN...
BACK TO THE POWER AGAIN...
Wondering where I have been lately?
Last week on precisely the same day and approximately the same time my Mom passed two years ago, Mom came for my Dad.
The past two years were a great struggle for him. He was heartbroken.
But he kept on notwithstanding.
He kept his considerable medical issues at bay and remained engaged with a community that held him in the greatest esteem.
In the end he fell and hit his head…it was fast.
What is most relevant to we of Zero Hedge is as follows:
He and my Mom both lived through the terror and hell of WWII as youngsters. They both experienced the scenes we are witnessing constantly today first hand.
Bombs dropping, fleeing with everything you own on your back or in your pocket and the fear of not knowing what happens next.
They both traveled extensively, including in particular to those places we now see in complete mayhem, Syria being just one example.
He knew his history and geography backwards and forwards and would never express an opinion unless he knew his shit. I tested my ideas on him daily.
I will tell you what he thought of the current state of world affairs. It is simple. He was appalled.
He was appalled at discovering that nothing has changed since the big wars: Guns and chaos for paper profit.
He was appalled at the role of our country principally in creating that chaos which currently reigns over the planet.
And he was appalled at the feckless bankster obseqium of ALL the consummate morons and political bagmen populating Vichy DC.
As many of you know, so was my Mom.
Although he was not engaged with ZH daily as she was (he was not computer savy), he agreed with the gist of what is said here.
He was proud of the tenacity of my output and worried how I could continue forward.
I could go on with this memoriam, but I will not.
It is simple, they are both gone and I will carry the colors in the name of their memory.
They both served our country with honour and will receive the appropriate send off.
He died with his boots on holding the fort as they say.
Yes, I am sad, but I really could not think of a better way.
Given the circumstances, I believe we were signalled by the two of them not to worry, everything is fine wherever they are. And I know they are up there raising hell against the shit heads down below.
I appreciate this and I am at peace.
Thanks Mom and good bye Dad…
Peace to you both
When that great Kings return to clay,
Or Emperors in their pride,
Grief of a day shall fill a day,
Because its creature died.
But we -- we reckon not with those
Whom the mere Fates ordain,
This Power that wrought on us and goes
Back to the Power again.
The Burial, Rudyard Kipling
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God speed.
Sincere condolences, WmBanzai7.
Please continue to carry the fire despite your profound losses.
My condolences.
Tears, and heartfelt condolences.
RE: comment section of ZH is clearly filled with solid human beings.
Yes, I have always known there are solid human beings here. What goes on in the threads is a distraction from that basic fact.
Sorry to hear of Your loss WB7. My thoughts to you and your family. o7
William I appreciate your contribution to this site. I've learned so much from this site and the members here and am very sorry to hear about your loss. Unfortunately it's something we will all go through at one point or another. Hopefully you get even a bit of solace from the support here, keep your head up brother.
May the Lord receive them to Himself.
Best wishes to you in this time of passing.
I miss my parents every day.
We will protect what they gave us. We cannot fail them. Now is our time to carry on. No compromise and no shame.
Sorry brother. At least they both passed in the knowledge that they had an intelligent and talented child who they could both be proud of. When I think of death requiems this one tends to come to mind:
Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl’s. (A.E. Housman) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-yRhm6zfnbYWilliam, I don't know what happens when we die. However, I think you can be fairly certain that your father is relatively free of the worries that haunted him... for now. Take this time to reflect. Realize that no one gets to rest forever. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPHuQFN7L70
So long Sailor.
Much support in your time of grief, dear heart.
They shall be rewarded by your good works and dedications in your remembrances of those good hearts that brought you into this world. There are many stars under the stary nights Sir WB7, but by far you shine much brighter than most drawing the proper attention to the proper subjects at hand. Only pride rains down from the Highest House in Heavena for you.
Remember good One, there is no end in a circle. We just begin again and again anew. What you can take to the bank is they certainly arrived WITHOUT heavy hearts and surely had choice for the next cycle. This is the reward for a good life lived. Choice. Look for babies in your family to be born close to you. These would be the good souls returning fast to be with you again.
And so it goes, cycle after cycle after cycle. We advance by our right-up good deeds, actions, and words. Some as your self also do it with your fantastic one of a kind art. A big hooya-to-ya!
The Angels sing.
Always:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVKfd-ki_zU
IHSV
William,
I am saddened at your loss, brother Contrarian.
I was just posting a comment at another story, and happened to mention you. Just so you don't think I am an unfeeling prick, here is part of what I stated:
"WB7's Dad died, you know. His Mom died two years ago (to the day). I'd say, by the quality of his artistry and insights, that he had two of the best parents that a man could wish for."
YES, I was wondering what happened to you, William.
In the eye of the storm, you withdrew to regain your strength, due to your loss. As a man (and a son of two wonderful, loving parents), you had to, and did what any other 'unfeeling prick' (such as myself) would do in this situation.
There's a larger battle now afoot, and the urgency is palpable in its' calling. Your parents, at last, are at rest, and their son is proving that their faith was not in vain. You HAVE the strength to discuss your losses personally, while attacking the PTB at the same time, and I truly admire your strengths in this.
Curt in Boise
It is starting to look like the fringe lowbrow crowd is not contrarian but vanguard.
Condolences WB7.........
My sincere condolences on your loss. Your tribute was touching and honourable.
Epitaph
By Merrit Malloy
When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old me that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.
Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on in your eyes
And not your mind.
You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.
Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away.
sublime man.
Little Feat - Straight From the Heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K33_VG3LIhk
.
Campbell's Farewell to Red Gap
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWNddAYF2bc
.
Comes A Time - Neil Young
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsWrmJjD2eY
.
,,,
"You and I, we were captured
We took our souls
and we flew away
We were right
we were giving
That's how we kept
what we gave away.
Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time." n.y.
Wonderful choice, Blindman, you who can see, obviously! I listened to Neil Young's "LIVE RUST" recently. His live redition of that song with Crazy Horse puzzled me. I now get a little of the wisdom Mr. Young, aging rocker, embeeded in that song. Thank you.
that you mention it i'll have to revisit
'live rust', thanks.
Neil Young is quirky but he is the genuine article.
sesame street - its not easy being green
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpiIWMWWVco (1:54)
~ Hugs ~
God Bless for all the good things you do. We will keep you in our prayers.
Here is a thought and let's see if I can make it cogent. William, not to be obtuse but what about an open forum in the spirit of liberty? It has never been done before on ZH and I think it would be good thing to do at this time. I think the idea of that would honor our parents. True fight club all the way. That way you can just take your time yet still be enganged if you feel like it. It is not that I think you weak William but it might be a way for you re-engage. You need some to think and we can pick you up. I think it a good idea and gives you some time. You might even be inspired by some of what might come of that. I think the Tylers would understand because then I am the wrong website. A free forum is a good idea. I may be wrong.
What do all you folks think? I think William needs a little time with this but we still keep Banzai's board going. There is a neverending stream of bullshit that goes on in our localities that we can all report to each other rather have one specific topic that we have to talk about. Look at all of the bullshit that happens in your local area that you find to be bullshit but have no place to let others know about. Let us compare notes.
I think it is a good idea but what do I know?
ZeroHedge and 'Tyler Durden' ARE among the last 'open forums' available, MNPFLTN. WB's 'board' won't 'change', I think.
The 'comments' section of ZH is the same as it ever was (as long as 'you' can continue recieving/sending). WTF do you think that the 'comments' section of ZH IS?
WARNING:
YOU ('Manipuflation') are NOT in charge of the WB7 'BOARD' (although you might THINK that you are).
YES, you are an OBTUSE mother-fucker. His Father just died, and you are looking to take this opportunity ('never let a good crisis go to waste') to re-make the entire ZH content like it was a fucking TOY for your entertainment.
As far as 'comparing notes', I only have one (taking the shape of a raised middle finger in your direction).
FUCK YOU.
Now, now gents, as you know I am always cool with whatever folks want to do, but I hate it when we fight amongst ourselves.
William, I only meant to give you a little breather space if that would help while trying something else just for the hell of it to see what happens. William, you have been going hard for a long time and maybe a little time off would not be so bad. Some of your best art work is photography and that might something would sooth one's soul. I really wanted one of my cameras today but the lenses would not like it. It will all work out William. I will try to make some time to get some photos going.
Life is never ever boring when one has a camera in his hands.
Amen! My friend Amen! Peace........
I am not so sure that I much care for you either Monty Scot. It was only a suggestion for a new idea while WB7 has some time to think and NEVER did I suggest I was in charge. You have been an asshole for a long time. Go pay your student loan off and get a studio apt already. You are so obvious. Get off me you tick. Do you just want me to GIVE you your first ounce of silver so you go away?
William is my friend and my walls say so asshole.
God bless.
Dear William,
This Kirsty Mitchell photo sums up the feelings I had when I lost my parents. Flowers for the great ideas and thoughts they passed on to me, a butterfly for the visions of hopefulness and beauty they gave to me in their fleeting lives. And the aloneness and turning inward that occurred when they were no longer here.
In sympathy,
Susan
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmXGwIP1kEs/T759u3FQrhI/AAAAAAAAJ_4/dA_5yrC2Rj...
William, they are not gone. Your mother and father are simply dwelling in a separate sphere and vibrating at a different frequency. You will see them again. In the meantime, do good because they are watching you and watching over you.
it never gets easier, you just learn to reconcile it. Theyre there.......in you. Take care
Condolences, WB7; they raised you right.
Beautiful piece of writing.
So sorry for your loss Bill.
You must feel terrible, WB7, as this was a shock and unexpected. I pray that you come to terms with this and find the peace which you need and deserve.
If there is anything which I can do then please let me know.
Thank you for your contributions here. Your folks were remarkable to have sired such a good soul as yours. You reflect their values.
Well, we knew something was coming. In the end no matter how many counter measures are taken you cannot prevent the inevitable.
Dear William,
I am truly saddened that you are grieving the loss of your parents so close together. I am so happy you had a wonderful childhood. I think many kids who are blessed with wonderful parents don't realize their fortune but I can tell this is not true of you. My dad who loved me dearly died when I was 21 and it was the most devastating thing to happen to me. Yes, time does heal these things but I so wish I could talk to him again, ask his advice and just listen to his perspectives. As a young girl I took him so for granted, he would just be always there in my immature mind.
I wish I could ask him if he is proud of me and what I have done with my life but I am comforted your father obviously answered that question to you.
In loving kindness and kinship,
Miffed
Miffed, I am proud of you. I want you to know that. Both of my parents are gone and I am only 41. I guess I had better not fuck up.
Thanks mani, you don't know what that means to me.
Have you ever seen the movie 6th Sense? There was a scene in the end where the mom figures out the boy was communicating with the dead. He tells her grandmother said " very much" but wasn't sure what the question was. The mother said she asked at her grave " did I make you proud?" I practically collapsed in the theater, shaking, trying to hold back sobs. Mr held me for the longest time. We never talked about it. He knew my biggest grief was that my father never told me that. I let it go then knowing I had my answer.
Miffed
I have not seen that movie. Where I grew up the nearest movie theater was 15 miles away so I don't go to movies. I didn't know what cable TV was. I grew up with no father, because he died when I was six months old, and Mom was a working mother in rural Northwestern Wisconsin but I was not inbred. The parents came from Milwaukee so they were city folks. My grandpas were passed before I was even born so I can't comprehend what having a grandpa would even be like. We were way out in the woods and I spent a lot of time alone in the woods. I had no idea that I was that different from anyone else. I hung out with some old timers and such once in a while and learned a few things from them. I found ways to entertain myself or get myself into trouble but it was in the woods and there was no one to save you.
I know that I am coarse sometimes but I am old-fashioned in a lot of ways. I believe in saying please and thank you but no one does that anymore. We never had any money so it was make do with what you have which I still do. I always treated women with respect which is probably how I ended with this wife of eleven years now whom I have two children with. I can't recreate the way I grew up though.
Miffed, you are alright with me. Have you ever shot and gutted a deer, then skinned it out and processed it your garage? I hate to say it but I really am white trash with cash. I don't know if that makes it better or worse but I am on your side. I don't even own a pantsuit but I have leather and camo.;-) My first major in college was biology but I switched to the acid loving crowd of English majore before I went back to horticulture.
Bless you Miffed.
Mani, I must admit I had never shot or gutted a deer. However from 8 to 16 I spent life riding my horse alone in the mountains. Sometimes I stayed overnight fearing to go home. I drank from a stream and pilfered green oranges from a remote grove. Because it happened more than once, I made a few caches. Maybe this is why prepping comes so natural.
My father was rarely home, he worked far away and came home weekends, mainly just to sleep. My mother raised my brother and me. She, unfortunately, was mentally ill and I spent my time trying to survive beatings and protect my brother. I will never forget the day regaining consciousness on the floor with blood in my mouth and making the decision I would no longer be beaten. I told her I would kill her if she did it again. I changed that day and found a strength to live. I planned to escape and die trying if necessary.
When Mr. saw what was going on he offered to marry me. His parents said if he did, they would disown him. At 22 he had to make a decision between me and his parents. He chose me. I got my brother safe and left with him at 22. I've been with him ever since. We laugh our favorite book as kids was My Side of the Mountain.
My mother died a few years ago ( on Mother's Day of all things) in a mental institution, certified insane. I hadn't spoken to her in years. My brother sent me a picture through Skype so I could see her dead body. I finally saw she could no longer hurt us and the nightmares have started to end.
When I hear William's story I am so happy he had good parents and happy memories. I had to struggle to rise above my experience. I am always a fighter, too much at times. Anyone downtrodden, I will risk my life to help, knowing what it is like to have no one. It cost me a lot but Mr was always there to pick me up after a horrible fall. I realize many never have this so I am so grateful. Women get rescued, never men. This is a great injustice.
Yeah, I'm white trash too. Half at least. Blue blood English descended from the Mayflower and Irish immigrant scrappers on the other. I'll let you guess which side I identify. ;-)
Miffed;-)
Then here's to white trash! Good on ya MM.
I offer you this from the well of my faith
22 For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.
23 And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body.
24 For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for?
25 But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it. Romans 8
an American Indian said they were taught they must have children to repay the gift of life. Your parents were the next to the last of a great unbroken chain of generations who had children and kept them alive against the barbarian hordes.
But no generation is free of the barbarian hordes, because we carry the barbarian in our genes
If your parents were also moral, intelligent and kind, then they were twice herioic because all must suffer who fight for good. You honor their sacrifice by not wasting what was so hard won
The love of a father for his son is precious. The world is blind to the beauty of love
I know your good father is now arrayed in the glory of his Father's love, and one day, you will meet again
Love and Peace to you, God Bless
Hang in there. We will all join him. It's just a matter of time.
My condolences, WB7.
Yes on a long enough timeline etc. ;-)