And for what reason when I read a magazine or watch a television commercial are mostly all of the advertisements for cars and the automobile industry. Is it historical that the world has been chocked with the selling of automobiles with the result being the oil crisis, global warming, climate change and a never ending ending George Orwellian 1984 war. And in other thoughts, there are so many people losing their lives to gun violence yesterday, today and so the story will be told again tomorrow that I can not keep track of the fastly changing headlines and have almost seemingly become desensitized to gun violence in the news, an industry that seems to feed on crime and violence. And for what reason when I read the Daily Newspaper are mostly all of the content related to crime and violence, as if it is the if it bleeds it leads thing. And should this paper be renamed “The Sensational Daily Crime Blotter Newspaper”. And what if nobody dies today, would most of the media industry be out of a job? And guns are the worst invention of an industry every. I can not post over and over enough in my appeal to end gun violence, to banish guns from every human being on the face of planet earth, and to ban the images of guns from every form of advertising, marketing and from video games and toys. And to rewrite that constitution to say the right to bear sticks and stones instead of the right to bear arms, as if human life has become disposable and property is worth more than people. Is this all that Kali Yuga and the age of Iron, the deterioration of humanity, society and its morals and values. Is another world possible. No one is free when others are oppressed. And in other thoughts, I have been thinking about that word enemy lately. What does that word mean, does that Internet Bible Wikipedia have an entry for that. And who or what is the enemy and for what reason. And I have heard it said that with friends like these, one does not need enemies. And there are many other sayings about that word, love thine enemies as one would love their self or something like that. And for what reason is humanity at odds with each other, for what reason is man against man, brother against brother and kingdom against kingdom, and a mans enemies those of his own household. And what would the world be like without an enemy. And what does this have, if anything, to do with a No Police State. Peace on earth and goodwill to all mankind.

And I have heard it said that power and authority breeds corruption. And I have seen it that this statement could be true; many times, many ways, many places, many organizations, many groups, many people and many individuals. And though the names may change, the story is always the same, power and authority breeds corruption. And there is usually some sort of money involved that breeds this corruption. And there is usually pen and paper involved whose power is the sword in corruption. And what exactly is corruption, and power and authority for what? And is it bureaucracies, cooked books, accounting schemes, money that disappears and more things gone astray that are passing me at the moment. And again, does Wikipedia have an entry for this. What would that Internet bible dictionary have to say about this. And in other thoughts, for what reason does the word lawyer sound like liar, or does it. And for some reason that Bible verse comes to mind again when I think of this phrase. “For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.” 1 Timothy 6:10

Hey Bloggers, what’s a poker face? I just came across something on the internet about the game of poker which has me to wondering what’s a poker face, among many other thoughts. Is that a face of poker. And what is poker? Does Wikipedia, that internet bible dictionary have an entry for that? And from what I remember, does it have something to do with that The Emperor Wears No Clothes story where one puts on a sort of pretend face and does not show their true feelings, and it is a child who sees clearly, or what is the moral of that story. And is this some sort of strategy of life, some sort of defense of life, some sort of game that is played with a deck of cards or something. And what about that deck of cards, what kind of cards are in that deck of cards. What does this phrase mean. And I think I may have seen people wearing this face sometimes throughout my travels, and I think I wear it sometimes, but how and when and for what reason. And what if ones does not wear this face, and does this face really exist at all? What does this all mean. And in other blah blog thoughts, I’ve been Twittering a lot lately in my blogaholicness as npsgirl, and boy are some of those profile names on Twitter funny, with names like “Father Time”, “EvilPRGuy”, “Dr. Blogstein” “Dr of Love”, “paperchasr”, “grantsrant”, “RSS Vanity Spy”, and “Philosopher X”. And in other thoughts, have a great blogging day.

And for some reason that topic and subject of that dark grim reaper death comes to mind on this day. And maybe it’s because I have learned that yet another person that I knew of has passed away and died. And I am afraid of death and have always been scared of death these days. And what is the purpose of life if one must die as if one has never existed or had never been born. And yet death is a part of life. And what does death look like besides those skeletons and grim reaper pictures that come to take you away when the time has come for your soul to leave planet earth or wherever it goes. And who knows what death looks like or what life looks like after death, as I have not ever talked to a person who has said he has came from the dead or has seen death. And I am not a fan of death, or of news of death, and it is always a drag to hear that someone has passed away. And there must be lots of sayings, philosophies, proverbs and phrases on the topic of death, and they are passing me now. And I came across this poem the other day that seems as if it could be about death. And I thought it interesting to repost:

I am no Queen
I sit a widow and shall see sorrow
I kannot walk any further
my journey may end here
there are no words to take away the pain
to replace a person who is gone
my eyes are dim and heavy with grief
I kannot close them
I do not wish to see the darkness they hold
this this which I have greatly feared
has come upon me with trembling
kausing all my bones to shake
I am scared with dreams and terrified
with visions of what will my funeral be like
when I die today at this very moment
will there be a funeral
who will come and who will pay
will they eulogize me and what will they say
leave me to sit and decay
make me your centerpiece in a chair dressed up dead
preserve me with spices, mummify me
let the birds of the air pluck me
the beast of the field tear me
till I be consumed by maggots and
dust and fly away when I die
there hath been no greater love than
that which hath been
it is the sound of Rachael mourning for
the children that never were
no one to comfort her
no where to wail lament save the ocean
why died the not from the womb
why died they not the breast prevent them from suck
why died they not the knees prevent them
why died they not give up the ghost that
no light shine upon this day
cursed be the man that saith the child is born this day
it is the wake of a funeral procession about to begin
it was a sunny day that day across the street from the graveyard
and we all laid down in our coffins to die

Have a great life, death and poetry day.

And I write to this blog as if it were a magic crystal ball that can answer all of my questions. And so after having exhausted all of the photos I could take as one of those travailing travelling tourists, and after travelling through what seems like one million Checkpoint Charlies and answering a zillion questions to go along with Check Point Charlie and his papers and forms, I have finally found myself in this City of New York again to which I am used to dwelling in, and going to that Make Music New York Festival that happened yesterday. And who is Checkpoint Charlie anyway, where does he come from and for what reason do I see him every so often, as that could be a whole another blog posting. And I have found myself with a bunch of those who are the terrorist airport horror stories to go along with Checkpoint Charlie and my travels through those airports which can seem like military camps sometimes. And there is the airport falle security story of “For what reason did that guy take my jar of jelly as if it could be an explosive liquid and throw it in the garbage can before I boarded that plane?”, and do all of those people who take travellers goods passing through checkpoint charlie make a party and celebration at the end of each day and consume those goods themselves? And then there is that other Checkpoint Charlie story of the you must fill out this form with seemingly another million questions if you want to enter the united states I-94 U.S. Customs and Border Protection Declaration for american citizens, green card holders, passport holders and visitors form, as it seems to be the United States Customs and their guns in hand coming and going who welcome you to the United States, as they seem to be responsible for protecting the U.S. against illegal importation of prohibited items. And do these prohibited items include all of the guns that are to be found in the United States already? And those Department of Homeland Security CPB immigration people seem to have the authority to question one and ask them their whole life story, simply for wanting to travel around planet mother earth. And what if one does not want to fill out that Customs form 4790? And people seem to be losing their civil liberties and rights at the speed of light in the name of that safety and security thing. And that Customs personal seems like modern day slavery to me where whole families are bought and sold, torn apart and separated in the quest for freedom of travel. And is this immigration video all about that passport and social security act being title number 666 with the upc barcode and the mark of the beast, save no man that he may buy or sell except that he have the mark of the beast thing. And guns are the worst invention of an industry ever. And there is a story today on CNN.com headline news that reads “Traveler refuses to show ID at airport”. Interesting. And how can a person go to sleep at night with a clear conscience knowing that one has done harm to another whether by pen or sword. And I take it back that Munichs subway system if free of polizei, as I have seen them on those trains with guns all the same. And guns are the worst invention of an industry ever. And so I have posted more photos of my time there in that City. And one of those photos above are at that jazz club the Unterfarht in Munich, Germany where that band Welf Dorr’s Funk Monk played. And Funk Monk in Germany was Christian Elsasser, Heiko Jung and Guido May. Their music rocked and that photo above seems to be in the dark. And then there is another photo of people celebrating the win of Turkey on is it Leopaldstrasse in Munich, as there is fussball fever there every day and everywhere at the moment. And that other photo is of one of those really big windmills found along the highways and country side roads everywhere, as they seem to generate power from wind I guess and appear to be super environmentally conscious for Europe. And those other photos are of an airplane. And I wanted to visit that Dachau Concentration Camp Memorial Tour with its motto “Arbeit Macht Free, Work Makes Free” that has since been turned into a tourist attraction and museum memorial to the Holocaust survivors during Nazi Germany Adolf Hitler times. And I did not make it there. And for what reason does that word Auschwitz, the concentration camp, translate into identification i.d. card in English, or does it? Where is the world headed, is there hope for the world? And as a dweller in this City of New York, I no longer find myself attempting to communicate with other people as if I am playing a game of charades from not knowing the language. Have a great day. And what, if anything, does this have to do with a No Police State?