Thank You For Your Service - Buffalo Solider

 

The Lonely Math of Ones: Exploring Solitude and Companionship

In the realm of numbers, the singular figure 'one' often carries connotations of solitude and loneliness. However, let's embark on a mathematical and philosophical journey to unravel the complexity that arises when ones come together. Is one truly the loneliest number, or does its nature transform when united with others?

1. **The Loneliness of a Singular One:**

   - Delve into the perception of 'one' as a symbol of solitude and singularity.

   - Discuss cultural references, such as the song "One is the Loneliest Number" by Three Dog Night, that portray the solitary nature of 'one.'

2. **The Power of Pairing:**

   - Explore the transformative effect of pairing two ones together.

   - Introduce the idea that unity can diminish the sense of loneliness, creating a stronger and more harmonious presence.

3. **The Dynamics of Three:**

   - Add another layer by examining how the introduction of a third 'one' alters the equation.

   - Consider cultural or historical examples where a trio represents balance or completeness.

4. **Multiplying the Loneliness?**

   - Address the paradox of whether adding more ones could intensify or dilute the loneliness.

   - Discuss scenarios where large numbers of individuals might still feel isolated despite their collective presence.

5. **Philosophical Reflections:**

   - Encourage contemplation on the philosophical implications of loneliness and companionship within numerical symbolism.

   - Prompt readers to consider the broader metaphorical meanings that numbers can carry in our perceptions.

Bob Dylan gets Knighted

 

When the jester sang for the king and queen  

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean - Don McLean

 

 

Somebody, somebody, Can anybody find me somebody to res?

 (Verse 1)

Can anybody find me somebody to res?

Each night I play, I'm feeling so distressed.

I work hard every day of my life,

I work 'til I ache my bones.

At the end of the day, I queue for a raid,

But I fall, oh, no!

(Chorus)   Somebody, somebody,     Can anybody find me somebody to res?

(Verse 2)

I play my Hunter, I play my Titan,

I play my Warlock, but the Light is frightenin'.

I just keep on dying, I keep on trying,

I've got nobody left but my Ghost to be crying.

(Chorus) Somebody, somebody Can anybody find me somebody to res?

(Bridge)

I play in the Crucible, I play Gambit too,

In every match, I'm getting turned into goo.

Oh, somebody, somebody,

Can anybody find me, somebody to res?

(Verse 3)

I work hard every day of my life,

I'm getting down on my knees and I pray.

Until my Light fades away,

I keep searching for that Res, hey.

Chorus) Somebody, somebody, Can anybody find me somebody to res?

(Outro)

I need somebody to res,

Can anybody find me somebody to res?

I need somebody to res,

Can anybody find me somebody to res?

Note: This is a parody for entertainment purposes and not for commercial use. All rights to the original song belong to Queen.

The Blue Llama - Introducing Durban Poison

Introducing Durban Poison, the Mary Jane with a sense of humor as sharp as its name. 

This strain is the class clown of the cannabis world, and it's not afraid to make you giggle your way to the moon and back. 

If The Llama is Blue, you Know what to Do

 Picture this: Durban Poison sauntering into the scene, wearing a green cape of sativa dominance, ready to rescue you from the mundane with a puff of its magical laughter-inducing powers. It's like the stand-up comedian of strains, delivering punchlines of euphoria and bursts of creativity.

 

Known for its sweet and spicy aroma, Durban Poison is like the herb that just told a joke you didn't see coming, leaving you in a fit of laughter. It's the strain that turns a dull gathering into a comedy club, where every joke seems way funnier than it should be. But beware, Durban Poison doesn't just bring joy; it brings an energy boost that could make your grandma break into a tap dance. 

It's the strain that turns your living room into a stage, and suddenly you're the star of your own sitcom – welcome to "The High Life." With its uplifting effects and mind-bending capabilities, Durban Poison is like the quirky friend who's always there to lift your spirits. 

So, the next time life hands you lemons, roll up some Durban Poison, take a toke, and let the laughter roll. Just remember, laughter is the best medicine, and Durban Poison is the strain with the prescription you've been waiting for.

God Save the Scene

(Verse 1)

God save the scene, a modern mainstream,

The royal family's just a social dream,

A nation divided, but still, we stand,

In the digital era, united we command.

(Chorus)

God save the scene, we're the new regime,

No kings or queens, just a pixelated dream,

We'll rise together, break the old routine,

In the chaos of now, God save the scene.

(

Verse 2)

A punk on the throne, a rebel unknown,

Social media echoes a rebellious tone,

No crown, no scepter, just a smartphone screen,

In the revolution of selfies, God save the scene.

(Chorus)

God save the scene, we're the new regime,

No kings or queens, just a pixelated dream,

We'll rise together, break the old routine,

In the chaos of now, God save the scene.

(Bridge)

No Buckingham Palace, just city streets,

Where hashtags and memes create the beats,

The anthem of progress, a virtual sheen,

In the ever-evolving now, God save the scene.

(Verse 3)

From punk to post-punk, the evolution's clear,

No God, no queen, just a digital frontier,

A DIY ethos in every teen,

In the anarchy of now, God save the scene.

(Chorus)

God save the scene, we're the new regime,

No kings or queens, just a pixelated dream,

We'll rise together, break the old routine,

In the chaos of now, God save the scene.

(

Outro)

So let the pixels reign, in the virtual domain,

No crown jewels, just a cyberpunk refrain,

God save the scene, in the internet's sheen,

In the chaos of now, let the scene be seen.

From Rubber Ducks to Stolen Valor: A 44-Year Military Journey

As I reflect on my 44-year journey since joining the military, there's a peculiar tale that encapsulates the twists and turns life can take. It all began with a jovial NCO who, for morale reasons, sang a song that echoed through the barracks – "I love little rubber ducks, old army trucks, girls under 10, and MEEEENNNN."

Fast forward 40 years, and the echoes of that peculiar song took an unexpected turn. The NCO's name resurfaced in the news, but not for the expected reasons one might assume. No, it wasn't a scandalous affair or an extraordinary career change to farming.

Instead, the headlines revealed a darker truth – stolen valour. The once-cheerful flag bearer at the local legion had adorned himself with medals he hadn't earned, a disrespectful act in the eyes of those who had served with honour.

This unexpected twist in the narrative serves as a stark reminder that people's journeys can take unpredictable paths. From rubber ducks and camaraderie to the betrayal of stolen valor, the story encapsulates the complexities of individuals and the unpredictable nature of life after the military. As we navigate the twists and turns, may we remember the importance of integrity, both in song and in the wearing of earned medals.

Highway of Despair: A Weed-Infused Encounter with a Broken-down Salesman

Have you ever stumbled upon an unexpected twist in life's journey? Picture this: a desolate highway, a broken-down car, and a salesman with a peculiar recycling venture. As fate would have it, I found myself in this unusual scenario, armed with nothing but a bag of weed.

As I approached the stranded salesman, it became evident that he specialized in recycling crucifixes. Now, recycling is a noble endeavor, but crucifixes? That was a new one for me. His worn-out pitch about turning old crucifixes into new symbols of hope left me both perplexed and amused.

In the spirit of camaraderie, I decided to share the contents of my bag of weed with him. As we passed the joint, a peculiar bond formed between two unlikely companions on the highway of despair. Amidst the broken-down car and recycled crucifixes, we found a moment of connection, sparked by the green herb and an appreciation for life's absurdities.

Perhaps, in that fleeting encounter, we both discovered a form of salvation – his through recycling and mine through the calming haze of cannabis. Life has a funny way of throwing unexpected curveballs, and sometimes, all you need is a bag of weed to roll with the punches and find a moment of shared humanity on the highway of despair.

May the Fourth Be With You.

 

The Blue Llama’s Musical Interlude

 

The Hindu Kush strain, known for its relaxing effects, provided a momentary escape for me, a disabled person seeking solace. As the soothing effects of the strain enveloped me, I found myself immersed in the classic tune "In the Air Tonight" by Phil Collins.

The slow build-up of the song mirrored the gradual onset of relaxation induced by the Hindu Kush. The lyrics, with their mysterious and enigmatic quality, resonated with a sense of introspection. It was as if Phil Collins was inviting listeners to dive into the depths of their emotions, much like the strain was allowing me to explore a heightened state of self-awareness.

The iconic drum solo in the song echoed a sense of anticipation and release, perfectly complementing the calming and euphoric sensations induced by the Hindu Kush. In that moment, the music and the strain converged, creating a harmonious symphony that transcended the boundaries of physical limitations.

"In the Air Tonight" became a soundtrack to introspection, a journey through the corridors of memory and emotion. It was a reminder that, like the lingering notes of a well-played song, the effects of the Hindu Kush strain offered a temporary reprieve from the challenges of disability, allowing for a more profound connection with oneself and the music that colors our lives. 🌿🎶✨ #HinduKushHarmony #PhilCollinsVibes

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