I'd better not be too critical, though. He is a pleasant distraction from the hectic run-of-the-mill politico and religio I run into most places.
I know,-you are waiting for some profundity. Well, not today. I have said it, all I have to say up 'til now.
I saw a cute little chick (not a real chick) on the net and want to share her with you.(I wish someone would share her with me) But, I guess looking is better than nothing. See ya!
Arf...
Yesterday I was watching (from my lofty perch) a program about the universe. The special effects were outstanding; sometimes the universe was rushing away from me,-sometimes it was rushing toward me. It was fantastic!
There were stars and planets,-even galaxies too numerous to mention or even imagine! Of course, they were imagined or else they wouldn't have been on the screen rushing about.
But to the question,"How Big is the Universe." We must consider, 'big' is a relative term. Big depends on to what 'it' is compared. To us, of course, the comparison has to be us, physically.
For instance; I am small compared to a Great Dane,-even to a Cocker Spaniel. But, compared to a flea, I am big. So there you have it.
We could say, then, a planet is large compared to us but is small compared to the sun. We know this because..-because that is our personal perception. It has to be perception because that is all we have with which to conclude.
For the same token, the sun is small compared with a galaxy. That makes sense except, all we have to go on as to the size of a galaxy is our personal perception of the size of a galaxy; we have never personally visited or measured a galaxy,-nor the sun.
But, you say, we see these things through a telescope so we know our perceptions are true and factual. Not really because we rely on certain 'facts' to draw conclusions, such as the speed of light which we perceive helps us to determine the size of things far away from us; or far away from each other. There could be a giant conspiracy of telescope makers and scientists that instill little pictures into lenses to fool us into thinking we are looking at the real thing. 'duh'
Well, I think you get the idea. We are what we perceive. The earth, sun, galaxy and universe are what we perceive. So, you say, the universe is big. 'oops'.. Not necessarily. Big compared to what?
To determine if a thing is big or small, we need something with which to compare it. You say, compared to me the universe is big. Not necessarily.
If there was a thumbtack inside a large crate, you could say the thumbtack is small compared to the large crate. Or you could say the large crate is big compared to the thumbtack. OK, you got me. Not necessarily.
The thumbtack is a real thing and the large crate is, also, a real thing; both solid to our inspection. So the thing we notice and acknowledge is, there is an inside and an outside to the crate that encompasses the thumbtack. So each of these objects is a singularity,- ergo, measurable. Right, you say, so the big and small are more than mere perceptions; they are facts. That, of course, is right.
Now on to the Universe. We see through telescopes (real ones, not fakes made up conspiratorially by scientists and telescope makers,)that the earth and planets, the sun, the galaxies and other 'heavenly' bodies are either big or small, depending on how you look at them and which first in comparison to the other.(or others) So far, so good.
Now to measure the universe. It's big, you say, because all of the aforementioned are inside it. Now I have to ask,"Inside what?" Inside the universe. That is no answer, of course, only a moot statement of (?). A personal observation or 'perception'. For the universe to be big or small, it has to be compared to something and, since there are no observable sides, tops, bottoms or limits of any kind to the universe, and there is nothing anywhere else with which to compare it because there is nowhere else, it cannot be compared to anything. The sun and planets, the stars and galaxies,- the comets and meteors and moons and quasars and objects,- ad infinitum, are either big or small, depending on that with which they are compared.
So how big is the universe?
The universe is neither big nor small; it just 'is'.
Oh, yeah, Where is the center of the universe? That's really easy. Todays' scientists and astrologers and space experts all agree that the objects of the universe are rushing away from us at a high rate of speed. The universe is expanding. ('duh' again)
So, what we have to do is watch the night sky from different places on the planet Earth,(we can watch the daytime sky but it isn't nearly as interesting since we can't see the stars and stuff in the daytime) and concede the determinations of the experts, that the objects of the universe are, indeed, rushing away from us and they are doing so in the same directions away, regardless of where we are on the Earth.
Now look up the definitions of the words,"Logical." and,"Conclusion," and apply them to the part here we have discussed concerning where the center of the universe is and I think you will logically conclude,-the center of the universe is wherever you are anytime you wonder about where the center of the universe is.
No, you say, it's the earth irself which is the center of the universe because you are standing on the earth! No, no,-not so. We may be standing on the earth but the earth itself is spinning around as fast as it can, trying to get away from us, to no avail. So, like it or nor, even though there are no boundaries to the universe, you physically are the center of that universe!
Arf...
Thank God for a wonderful Country, the United States of America! And thank God for the young men and women who fight and die to keep you safe!
Please protect the Constitution of your Nation so you will stay free to enjoy the blessings of God and of the United States.
Arf...
The Angel-in-training looked a question mark at me and asked,"If you're not a human, what are you?"
I explained to him that I was a Dog, the species that owns Humans on Earth. (I started to tell him the ownership was shared by cats, gold fish, tweety birds, horses and cockroaches but that might be a bit much for him to absorb; there is only so much room in his white sheet)
I asked him how long he had been here and he assured me he didn't know since there is no time as such in Doggie or any other Heaven; we're just here.
I thought about the question and realized I had never pondered much on what it is like to be a human. I knew their thought process is a bit jumbled and they have some really weird ideas about what is important and what is not.
For instance, when I was on Earth as Chico the Wonder Dog, I was treated as someone very special and the humans I owned usually planned their entire lives around what was convenient for me. At that time, I thought it was great.
Humans are literally inscrutable. This isn't something they plan or work at; they just are. Too bad, in a way.
Humans buy things because they WANT them, not because they NEED them
My people saw a 2000 Lincoln LS in 2001 and WANTED it. They had a perfectly good '97 Ford Crown Vic and it ran very well, got excellent gas mileage, looked good and had only 82,000 miles on it but they only NEEDED it.
Humans like people because they are LIKEABLE, not because they are QUALIFIED.
Dogs don't like some people and they growl at them and, if the people are bad enough, the dogs bite them. Dogs are honest. To a dog, a bad person is bad and they won't ever give them the time of day.(so to speak)
People, on the other hand, like bad people if the bad people are likable. They don't like good people if the good people aren't likable. Their last presidential election showed a wonderful example of that.
The democratic nominee, the man who eventually won the election, is a bad man but he is attractive, a good speaker and very LIKEABLE. He won.
Senator McCain, on the other hand, is a very good and honorable man but he isn't very good looking; he seems awkward because his arms were damaged while he was a prisoner of war when he was defending our country and he cannot raise them over his head. He was much the better man but he lost because he was UNLIKEABLE.
A former super power nation, the USSR, was a communist (socialist) country, having overthrown a czarist monarchy. The socialist/communist regime lasted until a few years after@1987 when the then president (the best president in history) Ronald Reagan advised the Soviet Premier, General Secretary Gorbachev, to "tear down that wall," a wall that separated Berlin into East Berlin, occupied by the USSR, and West Berlin, occupied by the US and our allies.
In 1991, after Gorbachev had implemented glasnost and perestroika (Can't we all just get along) for the USSR, the socialistic Republics ceased to exist and Russia had to admit socialism/communism does not work.
My point here is; Although the new president-elect desires a socialistic nation, it is not because he thinks we NEED it but, in reality, it's because he WANTS it.
I began to more closely ponder the question asked me and decided that, if I attempted to answer completely and absolutely, it might take more time than there is in eternity so I did what I needed to; I told the angel-in-training to go and ask his mother. I had heard that many times when I was flesh and blood so I'm certain it was an appropriate response.
Any more questions? I thought not. If, in the future, you have a need for any complete and absolute answers about anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask Chico the Wonder Dog. That's what I'm here for.
Arf...
'From the Mouths of Dogs'...
Chico the Wonder Dog came over to where I was sitting and scratched my leg then walked to the sliding door. It meant he needed to go outside so, naturally, I got up and opened the door for him.
He went outside and immediately began barking and running toward the rear of the house where his lawn is. I stuck my head outside to see what he was barking about just in time so see a large yellow cat run from the yard. Chico the Wonder Dog ran after him until he reached the edge of our property then he stopped. He knew he was not allowed to cross his property line, even to chase a cat.
By then I was outside on the porch and he came up to me and looked at me, "I think he left a suspicious looking package on my lawn." (Chico has to "look at" me because dogs can't talk)
I walked back to the lawn and, sure enough, there was a 'package' on the lawn. I got the shovel and a baggie and cleaned it up before it had a chance to explode or do whatever cat packages do.
Chico the Wonder Dog walked over to the place where the 'package' had been and, after I left, washed down the offending spot.
I went back to the porch and waited for him so I could close the door after he went into the house.
He finally came up onto the porch and walked over to where I was waiting. I looked at him, "I guess we won't have to worry about that cat anymore or any of his friends after he tells them about you chasing him off the place!"
Chico the Wonder Dog eyed me with a look of disdain. "I can't believe you said that," he looked at me. "You should know by now that as long as there are cats alive they will always be a threat. They will never stop sneaking around, leaving terrorist packages on our lawns! When will you people learn that as long as there are cats alive, this danger will exist! That's what cats do; that's what cats are for! There are no 'good' cats. Only a few that put on an act for gullible people like you!"
With a crimson face, I walked back into the house with my tail between my legs. Of course, he was right. How could I have forgotten? If you want to know the real story about cats, ask a dog; they're the ones who know the truth! I'll never make that mistake again!
How about you?
Arf...
How much time should one spend contemplating tomorrow? I guess it just depends on how important time is to a person.
I knew a man once who started saving for his future at age 20, working at a job that paid a medium but steady wage.
He saved his money diligently, allowing nothing to interfere with his savings plan.
First he put his savings aside, then he paid his bills and only then, if there was anything left over, entertained himself.
At twenty six he married a woman six years his junior. The woman he chose had a good paying job and was easy to love and together they bought a house and made a home.
They delayed having children until they would determine there was enough fortune to warrant a larger family.
Finally, at age 43, the man checked his savings and found he could pay for a small manufacturing company he had investigated. It made a product for which there was always a great demand and it was now owned by an elderly gentleman who wished to retire.The present owner had purposely kept the business small, with only himself and a single employee, so he would never be overtaxed by running it.
The man could see great potential for improving and growing the company and he and his wife agreed it would be an excellent move to buy the company.
They went to the bank and drew out enough cash for the full amount of the purchase price of the company. The man called the present owner and arranged to meet him the next morning to pay for the company and consummate the deal. The man and his wife were very happy and congratulated each other on their pending accomplishment, the product of years of hard work and saving. They went upstairs to their bedroom to sleep that night with happy anticipation, looking forward to tomorrow.
That night there was a small temblor, a very minor earthquake and a gas line in their kitchen broke and gas quickly filled the lower floor of their house and a spark from a thermostat ignited the gas and caused an explosion and the couple were killed.
Ofttimes the quest is more rewarding than the discovery. They died happy.
So much for tomorrow.
Arf...
But, after perusing your blog, I think I understand what many of your problems are.
First, let me say, I see you are a true, patriotic American, second to none in your love for your country. I can tell that from your subject matter and your responses to the problems posed on your posts. No one could love their Nation more than do you.
And, I see you are very troubled by the present situation in this Nation, the election of a racist, white hating, lying, cheating and deceiving black/white man of little substance of any degree.
I see, also, your loving wife shares your sentiments. I have quickly scanned the entire blog world and determined your wife whom you lovingly refer to as,"Mi Espousa La Donna d'el Nebraska," has no blog of any kind; therefore I conclude she is a very practical and logical person, probably a Scorpio, and she, being married to an Aquarian (I checked your profile)is content to accept your opinions (after a bit of research of her own) as gospel.
I determine you will soon ask my opinion on what, if anything, you should now do about the election of the slug, Senator Barack Obama to the presidency.
Do nothing. It's too late now. Watch to see if the Berg Vs Obama lawsuit is accepted for consideration by the Supreme Court. Don't get your hopes up.
Your one silver lining on this darkest of clouds is, soon you can say,"I Told You So!"
BTW, I hear from a very good Source, it might not matter for long anyhow.
My advice: Put your money under your mattress and be careful for yourselves and don't bother worrying about anyone else.
Please don't thank me! This is what I'm here for!
Arf...
I must say, though, there will be things that are so obvious that any moron would know the answer to (the answer of which any moron would know) that I will discount with all due scorn.
I assume some will be offended by my non-answers to those stupid (or should it be,'dumb'?)queries. I hope so. It will serve them as right as can be received.
Welcome to my Blog. I know you will leave smarter than when you got here! Enjoy!
Byebye...
