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EXPOSING THE BIAS

Random Chinese-Style Selection

Let’s select the Number 5 as a Randomly Selected Number by the Chinese to be both lucky and unlucky.

To the Chinese who let the randomality of numbers that appear in their lives rule their lives, the number five alone is unlucky.

In Chinese the number five when spoken has a ‘wu’ sound, therefore any other entity associated with that number is also considered unlucky. Why? The ‘wu’ sound reminds them of the sound of ‘no’ in Chinese. It’s not actually that close; I listened. But if speaking very fast – probably. One might think that lazy listening was at fault, and not the ‘wu’ sound of no when the word five is spoken in Chinese, but they didn’t and continue not to see it that way.

They heard and continue to hear No when they heard or continue to hear any word before or after the word five that sounds like the word NO.

Later, just seeing the word five or number 5 in print triggered an automatic negative reaction in their brain and they steered clear.

However, to ease the burden of unlucky, many of those Chinese people made and continue to make exceptions through qualifying variables. Maybe the entity is associated with another lucky number or event or what we all like, even though the world doesn’t?

Via Random Chinese-Style Selection.

Although the Chinese people can perform astronomical feats of synchrony with perfection unseen in any other demographic, which makes it appear that they follow instructions easily, without much forethought even, which leads one to further believe that they can be easily led – that’s not the reality of it.

They became expert at over-riding and circumventing that which they feared and continue to fear, which ultimately made and continues to make them appear fearless, at least to the outsider.

One might think that the Chinese people fear the Chinese government and they do. But the Chinese government also fears the Chinese people.

Consider this strength, born out of a weakness in accepting randomality as a guide to a better life, in all negotiations with anyone Chinese, no matter where they reside or what political system they live within.


NO to FIVE (5) FATAL FLAWS: PREJUDICE, DISCRIMINATION, ENSLAVEMENT, TORTURE, SLAUGHTER.

One leads to the other if not stopped before it leaves the theatre of prejudice to discriminate.

YES, Five (5) Principles To A Better Life are Lucky to and for Everybody.

NO prejudice, NO discrimination, No enslavement, NO torture, NO slaughter.

If the entire world stays in the theatre of prejudice, before acting out their likes and dislikes in the theatre of discrimination, then the world will be okay.

Play together in the theatre of prejudice. Do your best acting, then leave it there. Go home and live in harmony, whatever harmony means to you. Synchrony maybe.

FIVE STARS ON A CHINESE FLAG?

And China has an English ‘four’ sound in the Chinese spoken language? It’s there; I heard it.

Four UNLUCKY. Does that mean bad luck for Britain from China, or bad luck for China from Britain?

Okay.






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MUSCULAR VIEWS

DO THE HOKEY POKEY

Procrastination is killing the planet.

Do something – anything. Move something – anywhere, anyplace.

Moderate used to be a good word. It meant that you were somewhere in the middle of two extremes – the far right, the far left.

Moderate meant doable. We can do that. Yes.

Moderate meant that you could compromise, getting something instead of nothing. Both sides said ouch in negotiations.

Moderate meant that you could see both sides of an issue – all sides of an issue.

What happened to moderate?

Moderate now means stuck in the middle. Stuck as in can’t move. Don’t want to move. Assaulted from all sides, Moderate held onto the ground beneath its own feet only. A ground that became meaningless, defenseless, putrid as in decay. Old as in I’ll die standing here.

The world stopped listening to Moderate. Moderate was too moderate, too complacent, too lazy, too tired, too lack luster, too stubborn, and too scary in its inability to move at all.

Stuck is what Moderate became.

Oh my God get up. Move. Do something – anything.

Do the Hokey Pokey. I don’t care, but don’t stand stuck in the middle where there are no options, nothing to explore, nothing to do except stand still.

God damn it. MOVE …< >…






 

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WRITTEN IMAGES

NEGOTIATIONS WITH THE ENEMY

The universe knows the secrets though, of sinister plans of the past to dim the shining light of the first born of every bright star. Now, and only out of desperation do they sing a new, loud and bawdy tune reminiscent of past atrocities exposed by the melody of corruption. Yes, the universe knows the plans to end that which never began. Or did it? And only now are we seeing the fruits of our seeds sown? But, which seeds? And, can we see and think clearly enough, with calm and foresight through the darkness–resisting the fear, moving with caution and confidence, while wading through the confusion in order to cultivate the flowers rather than the weeds? Who will protect the dim lights, reticent to shine too brightly, concerned that peaking too soon will snuff out the seeds the universe plants for the survival of the planet? A Daisy Mae flower blooms in October. A rose of Sharon smiles back. You’re safe–in a harbor alongside the seeds of the plan. The world chose you–and did so–correctly.