There are a few different ways to approach the subject, or reality, of death and dying.  Most of us consider death to be tragic and yet most of us would also agree that it is inevitable.  As much as anyone has tried to defy their or other’s physical deaths, the outcome is always the same.  This has been going on since man first came into being and, undoubtedly, many, many millennium before that.

So to write something to people to help them deal with their or a loved one’s eminent demise is not an easy thing to do.  Denial of bad things is good if it helps in a cure or remission.  It is useless in trying to avoid the unavoidable.  Acceptance seems like just giving up and who, except a suicidal person, wants to just give up? We can be as angry as we want about it.  We can throw things around and curse Bob (thee or not thee Bob), our friends, family and anyone else who can hear us.  None of this outrage will exempt us from what must happen.

I have revolted against death all of my life even while some of my habits or lack of them taunt death to my very doorstep.   Still, I do these rebellious things out of defiance to the fate that awaits us all. People die and, whether we like it or not, we must get over it—or not.  Personally, I refuse to submit to the inevitable.   It is a useless stance to take, of course, but I take it anyway.   Somewhere, I keep hoping, there is mercy or tenderness enough to stop death from happening.  However, I do admit that despite my yearnings life and death will continue on ad infinitum.

~ Bob Zaboo

Contrary to what Pink Floyd had to say, lunatics, a polite term for crazy people (or, I suppose, crazy creatures of any sort) do not like to sit just on the grass or in the halls.  They like to recline in all sorts of places.  You can find them in department stores, driving their cars home from work after a long and boring day at the office, directing traffic, giving speeches, winning and giving away money and prizes, and configuring computers and other mechanic devices.  You can also see them running in front of cars travelling at high speeds.  No, the cars are travelling at high speeds, not the lunatics; although, both possibilities could be true depending on the circumstances.  Crazy squirrels have been seen running along high voltage electrical wires just trying to get to the other side of the road.  Personally, I cannot vouch for squirrelly people doing the same; although, this too is possible but unlikely.

The bottom line, or top line, if talking about high voltage electrical wires, is that loonies can be seen in almost any normal walk of life.  I know for a highly theorized fact that the world of politics is a cacophonous orchestra of ridiculously insane ideas.  Then again, what human endeavor is not such a spectacle?  Walk or drive down any street, enter any building, go to any school, attend any church, witness any occurrence, or travel to any entertainment event and the same thing will be seen, or felt, or heard, or witnessed.  Lunatics are everywhere.

~ Bob Zaboo

Gibberish and rubbish, babble and twaddle, they are all cousins.  Waste is something else entirely.  Nothing should be wasted.  Everything has some kind of usefulness.  If not, it should be sent to the sun to burn.  Get it away from us—quickly.  But meaningless strings of words are not garbage to be destroyed or disassembled.  They are not things.  Only things can be tossed away.  Words should be remixed and recycled.  Words have some sort of meaning for someone.  There are many words that are put together most judiciously.  Every word, every punctuation mark, every sentence and every paragraph are carefully crafted; yet, many times it can be understood by almost no one.  Political documents, except for maybe ancient ones, are like this.  The politician authors go on and on trying to insist that every single item on every page is of great significance.  In reality the entire thing will either be left on a shelf to gather dust, or mangled in some double cross cut shredding machine, or simply revised beyond all recognition.  Yes, there are a good many people who enjoy challenging word puzzles. Is nonsense any less of a puzzle than most political tracts?  If you enjoy working on such problems, try finding some meaning behind some real twaddle.  It is unlikely that you would be expecting anything profound; therefore, you are likely to neither be disappointed or disillusioned by what you find.  Another way to look at it is that we admire and take pleasure in nature, even if is just to look at it.  Who is to say that we are simply not enjoying some puzzle based on a lengthy accumulation of drivel?

~ Bob Zaboo