Tag Archives: 2017

Daylight Delusional Time

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Cognitive Dissonance

 

de·lu·sion·al

dəˈlo͞oZH(ə)nəl/

adjective: delusional

  1. Characterized by or holding idiosyncratic beliefs or impressions that are contradicted by reality or rational argument, typically as a symptom of mental disorder.

 

Husband: “Make me a sandwich.”

Wife: “Poof, you’re a sandwich.”

 

“When all else fails, there’s always delusion.” – Conan O’Brien

 

Other than the slightly saner individuals residing in Arizona, Hawaii and various overseas ‘territories’ of the USA, “We the Delusional” have once again collectively decided 6 AM is no longer 6 AM, but actually 7 AM.

Poof, it’s now 7 AM. Continue reading Daylight Delusional Time

Loose Cannon

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Cognitive Dissonance

Back in the days of sword and sail, warships mounted heavy cannon on their decks in such a way as to maximize their range of fire. Out of necessity, this meant the cannon were not permanently fixed in place and needed to be properly lashed to the deck during high seas or violent maneuvers. The cannon, cast from iron, were extremely heavy weapons of war and wrought great death and destruction if they ever broke free from their restraints and got loose on deck.

Today, the phrase ‘loose cannon’ is used to describe an individual, usually a politician or other ‘authority’, who has become reckless and rash, lashing out senselessly at anyone and everyone within reach. Dangerously uncontrollable would be a proper description of both the loose cannon and the described individual.

But I am not referencing Donald Trump or any other individual for that matter. Instead I am speaking with regard to the faceless, nameless, uber powerful chameleon better known as the Deep State, the existence of which has been repeatedly mentioned in the mainstream and alternative press of late. However, I am not necessarily claiming the Deep State itself is the loose cannon. Read on for the answer. Continue reading Loose Cannon

Patreon Newsletter #6 – Scraps on the Table

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Cognitive Dissonance

Mrs. Cog and I regularly compare notes while sitting at our desks conveniently arranged next to each other. It usually starts with a comment or observation tossed across the void while we are intently immersed in our own personal interests. On occasion, this results in feet thrown up on the desks and an involved back and forth as we hash out the subject nuances from our own particular point of view.

In this case I was commenting to the bride about someone of obvious substantial experience who was equally, and obviously, incompetent. But, surprisingly to me at least, they had not been washed out of their chosen profession, or in this case an income producing hobby, based solely upon their demonstrated incompetence. Continue reading Patreon Newsletter #6 – Scraps on the Table

Go Big or Go Home

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Cognitive Dissonance

 

I just installed a brand spanking new mailbox here at the homestead, the type and size you often find planted in front of working farms around these parts. You know, of a size sufficient enough to accept delivery of a small cow or a medium pig.

The new mailbox is big, black and very beautiful, with a bright red flip up flag and the classic domed top to allow precipitation, frozen or not, to roll right off the poor cow or pig stuffed inside. There’s nothing worse than a wet cow. Dry, on the other hand, is much better. Besides, you can’t return a water damaged cow. I’ve checked and it’s a no go.

Continue reading Go Big or Go Home

Living In a One Horse Town

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Cognitive Dissonance

 

I grew up in a one horse town close to the ocean in southern New England. I mean real close to the ocean, as in the county’s population effectively doubled during the summer vacation season. But other than a steady stream of cars passing though the center of town on their way to the beach, the town itself pretty much remained a one horse town year round.

Of course, this was well before video games, a computer or ‘lap’ top connected to the internet, 500 channels on something called ‘cable’, internet enabled ‘smart’ phones and shopping malls on every corner. The list of modern entertainment choices is endless and doesn’t need to be cataloged any further than I already have. Continue reading Living In a One Horse Town