The Sound of Muscles Woke Me Up

Last night I awoke to the sound of muscles. It was the Utata Bug again. It looked just like it does above, only not in a field. It was right in my room. Posing. Standing next to my chair. Looking at me while I slept. Making muscle sounds. I had no idea what to do. I closed my eyes. Then opened them.

Still there. Still posing and flexing. And grinning. I reached under my pillow and quietly unsnapped the snap on the sheath of the hunting knife that sleeps under my pillow.

Security is False Alpha

Originally uploaded by mohandep.

The more confident and relaxed one feels and acts in social settings (chatting amiably, laughing, freely expressing opinions) the more comfortable ones peers will begin to feel. The more open and confident they will become in much the same manner. This is the gift of the Alpha to the group.

Therefore it is of great importance to the leader from time to time, to reinforce insecurity and unworthiness into the clique. In this way, the leader can enforce “correct” behaviour. Meaning behaviour that is to the leaders advantage; determined, maintained, shifted and controlled by the leader as the leader sees fit. The group will fall “into line” in a manner of speaking, instinctively so, (depending on the skills of the leader) and once in line can be kept in line by occasional reinforcement and approval of behaviour that is acceptable to the leader. And continued use of occasional, subtle humiliations. This is the gift of the Alpha to the group.

 

 

The P. A. R. K., Flint MI

The P. A. R. K., Flint MI

Went to the p a r k yesterday. Here is about how it looked facing west.

Our Friend Flicka Prances Not Upon The Grave Of Jimmy Hoffa

Just a quick one here. A little quickie to get your eyes sparkling with enjoyment. Perhaps a giggle of delight…

June 17 2006 Photo & tagline from a Detroit Free Press Article.

Enjoy.