South Beach School Kids Thank and Honor Soldiers

David Arthur Walters

Wounded Kids Greeting

South Pointe Elementary School Thank and Honor All Soldiers

 Wounded Cycles Sitting

ELEMENTARY SCHOOL CHILDREN THANK AND HONOR SOLDIERS

January 8, 2015

I was given cause to reflect on several wars when I passed by South Pointe Elementary School the day before my birthday this year and encountered schoolchildren greeting wounded soldiers kicking off a four-day Soldier’s Ride sponsored by the Wounded Warriors Project.

Wounded Fence

My memories of war are nowhere near as painful as the physical and psychological wounds suffered by our brave and courageous war veterans. Yet I am a product of World War II. My father and mother met at a theatre when her baby daughter reached over to pull on the brass buttons of his uniform. Her husband had been killed on a dam project.

Although I have never been on a battlefield, I often imagined I was there when I was on the elementary school playground playing at…

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Nietzsche’s Groundhog Day

David Arthur Walters

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Nietzsche’s Groundhog Day

From Groundhog Days – Intercourse on Time

By Melina Costello and David Arthur Walters

Saturday, June 25, 2004

Mystic Madame Melina,

Greetings!

Because of my orthodox upbringing, I would fain hope that this message is not identical to countless other messages you have already received in identical worlds or universes or whatever. But such a hope would not be reasonable until I know whether or not this life is in fact identically and forever repeated, and, if it is thus repeated, until I know whether or not I would joyously accept it as it is, always was, and will ever be, or whether I would despair of it and commit virtual or real suicide.

Life as it is, with all its ups and downs, is not good enough for most people. They would rather have the ups than the downs, the pleasures than the pains, the goods…

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The Original Americans

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THE ORIGINAL AMERICANS

BY

DAVID ARTHUR WALTERS

FOREWARDThe state is the political outcome of force applied, and not the development described in the economic fairy tale, that the most capable take control of limited resources and hire their inferiors to husband them.

Since land could not have acquired “natural scarcity,” the scarcity must have been “legal.” This means that the land has been preempted by a ruling class against its subject class, and settlement prevented. Therefore the State, as a class-state, can have originated in no other way than through conquest and subjugation.

The State, completely in its genesis, essentially and almost completely during the first stages of its existence, is a social institution, forced by a victorious group of men on a defeated group, with the sole purpose of regulating the dominion of the victorious group over the vanquished, and securing itself against revolt from within and attacks from abroad. Teleologically, this dominion had no other purpose than the economic exploitation of the vanquished by the victors.

Where that element is lacking, where only roving huntsmen are found, who may be exterminated but not subjugated, the conquerors resort to the device of importing from afar masses of men to be exploited, to be subject perpetually to forced labor, and thus the slave trade arises.

OrIginal Americans COWBOYS

In the European colonies, we find the selfsame type, wherever a settled element of the population has been found, as for example, in South America and Mexico. Where that element is lacking, where only roving huntsmen are found, who may be exterminated but not subjugated, the conquerors resort to the device of importing from afar masses of men to be exploited, to be subject perpetually to forced labor, and thus the slave trade arises.

One of these colonies, the United States of America, is among the most powerful state formations in all history. The exception there found is to be explained by this, that the mass of men to be exploited and worked without cessation imports itself, by; emigration in great hordes from primitive states or from those in higher stages of development in which exploitation has become unbearable, while liberty of movement has been attained. (1)

THE ORIGINAL AMERICANSI have a great deal of respect for our Original Americans, and that is why I have frequently advocated that Native Americans and American Indians be referred to as “Original Americans.”

Many Original Americans do not like to be called “Native Americans.” Many others do not like the appellation “American Indians.” Therefore, whenever writing about them, an author may be tempted to use both appellations. For example: “According to American Indians and Native Americans, Andrew Jackson is a ….”

But that procedure is cumbersome and leaves everyone unsatisfied. Why not be honest and refer to the original human settlers in America as Original Americans?

Archeologists and anthropologists believe Original Americans lived on the American continent at least 20,000 years ago. The earliest pioneers may have arrived 100,000 years ago. Thus far there is no evidence that hominids such as the Neanderthal man or any near-human apes ever lived in America. Naturally the Original Americans were not all of one type, but they were here long before White Eyes. And it now appears some of their highly civilized societies were trading with related people in China long before White Eyes arrived.

Most of us know little about the difference between the attitudes of the Original Indians towards the appellations ‘Native American’ and ‘American Indian.’ ‘India’ means “in-god,” or god-within, a pejorative term for the country of India, a heathen land of “god-men” or “pantheists.” Such a “sin of pride” was a horror to the humble, God-fearing British missionaries who dedicated their lives to saving Indian souls from the Hindu pantheon headed by the triune, Brahma (Creator), Vishnu (Maintainer), Siva (Destroyer).

Now many Original Americans do not like to be called ‘American Indians’ because they were so named by an oppressive United States government.

As for ‘Native Americans,’ the term ‘native’ began to be applied as an euphemism for ‘barbarian’ because colonials or invading ‘civilizers’ were themselves behaving like barbarians, hence to keep their self-respect they began to call the ‘alien’ or ‘uncivilized’ societies ‘natives,’ and that term became politically correct among ‘educated’ people. But the hypocrisy is obvious. ‘Native’ was really an insulting term. The historian Arnold Toynbee had this to say on the subject:

“The decisive downward step…is not the change ‘Unbeliever’ to ‘Barbarian’, but the change from ‘Unbeliever’ to ‘Native’, in the definition of the stigma by means of which the oppressor seeks to rob his victim of an inalienable humanity. In stigmatizing the members of an alien society as ‘Natives’ of their homes, ‘top-dog’ is denying their humanity by asserting their political and economic nullity…. By designating them as ‘Natives’, he is implicitly assimilating them into the non-human fauna and flora of a virgin ‘New World’ that has been waiting for it predatory and acquisitive latest human discoverers to enter and and take possession in virtue of a right of ’eminent domain’ over a ‘Promised Land’ deemed to be the gift of some war-goddess of Private Enterprise…”

It is with the forgoing in mind that I believe that ‘Original American’ should replace the current parlance where ‘Native American’ and ‘American Indian’ is now employed. At least there is good reason for a palaver between the White Eyes and Original Americans on the subject.

XYXNOTE (1) THE STATE, ITS HISTORY AND DEVELOPMENT VIEWED SOCIOLOGICALLY By FRANZ OPPENHEIMER, M. D., PH. D. TRANSLATION By JOHN M. GITTERMAN, PH. D., LL. B., INDIANAPOLIS, THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY PUBLISHERS 1914

Islam’s Last Stand On Judgement Day

What can possibly happen on the last day?

David Arthur Walters

Judgement-Day

ISLAM’S LAST STAND ON THE FINAL DAY

FROM THESE TERRIBLE TIMES

BY DAVID ARTHUR WALTERS

Maulana Muhammad Ali, since age 25 “a soldier for the literary service of Islam”, translated verse 99 of Chapter 18 of the Quran as follows:

“And on that day We shall leave a part of them in conflict with another part, and the trumpet will be blown, so We shall gather them all together.”

Muhammad Ali explains: “There is a change here from the historical to the prophetical. The Gog and Magog of the old days were to have their representatives in the latter days. The only other reference to Gog and Magog in the Holy Quran is contained in 21:96, where they are stated as taking possession of all places of advantage and eminence. This would identify them clearly with the European races; and the Slavs (settling as they do in Russia, the land…

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All I Want For Christmas is a Penthouse

Santa did not see this request because I cannot afford the SEO not provided by Word Press. I will ask the Foundation for a grant so I can buy better traffic and deserve a penthouse.

David Arthur Walters

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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS A PENTHOUSE
BY
DAVID ARTHUR WALTERS

I have been blessed with a few luxuries now that I an impoverished old scribbler with one foot in the incinerator. Kind people have given me my first smart phone, a notepad, and a laptop, and my neighbor gave me the password to her Wi-Fi.

I did not beg for those things because I did not need them at the time, but now that I have them I do need them, and I would have begged for them knowing what I know now, having used them, on the principle that everyone born helpless is a beggar at the bottom of his being, so is shamelessly entitled to free gifts.

Christmas is coming up. I am not a religious person although I was acquainted with the holiday before I ran away from home to the streets of Chicago when…

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Against Constructive Criticism

Thanks for the criticism!

David Arthur Walters

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AGAINST CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

EPISTLE TO DOCTOR CYNICA (INTERNET PHYSICIAN)

BY DAVID ARTHUR WALTERS

My Dear Doctor Cynica,

I am honored to receive your public remark criticizing my fine Internet essay, “GRAMMAR”.

I am unable to find your name listed in the Directory of Physicians. I suppose you are using a pseudonym or an alias, as is the practice of the Anony Mouse Family. Since I am unable to reach you after your indelicate grammatical operation, I am herewith framing your impertinent critical remark along with my impetuous response thereto:

“Although you obviously have talent as a writer, I think you could have said what you were trying to say in a much less pretentious manner. This was not at all easy to read, and I am a highly educated person who has occasionally been guilty of playing sesquipedalian myself. One of the tenets of good grammar is to avoid verbiage…

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South Beach Hangover Girl

Hangover Girl by David Arthur Walters
Girl With Hangover, Bob Dornberg

SOUTH BEACH HANGOVER GIRL

BY

DAVID ARTHUR WALTERS

 

“Oh, oh,” the girl moaned, “I’m so sick, I’m dying, I’m dying” the girl uttered under her breath after she entered Manuel’s South Beach Internet Café. Things are black.”

“Here, sit down,” said Manuel, taking her gently by the arm and guiding her towards his own reclining chair in the rear of the cafe. She staggered slightly, and sat down on the ottoman in front of it instead.

“Oh,” she moaned again, putting her elbows on her knees and her face between her hands, “I’m going to die. I can’t breathe.”

“You can’t breathe?” Manuel asked.

“I’m having trouble, trouble breathing….” I noticed she was sweating slightly.

“Do you want me to call the emergency service?” Manuel asked.

“Yes, please, I’m so sick, please.”

“Okay.” Manuel picked up the phone and punched in the numbers.

“Have you eaten something?” I asked.

“No.”

“You haven’t eaten anything today?”

“No.”

“Did you eat yesterday?”

“I had breakfast, a roll.”

“Have you been drinking or taking any drugs?”

“I was drinking. last night. I think somebody, somebody poisoned me. Now I’m going, going to die,” she panted – her breathing was shallow.

“You’re not going to die. You will be all right, so don’t be afraid, there is no reason to panic. Take deep breaths.”

“The emergency service is coming,” Manuel said. “I’ll get you some water.”

“No, I can’t drink, it hurts when I drink. Oh….”

She proceeded to curl up in a fetal position on the ottoman. Manuel helped her get up and onto the reclining chair, and then he went outside to direct the emergency service when it arrived.

“It’s going to be okay, so don’t you worry. You look like you have what I had a couple of times and did not know what it was,” I offered.

She turned her head and looked at me with questioning eyes.

“Yeah, I had a couple of margaritas in Waikiki on an empty stomach, thought I should have something to eat so went to a hamburger place, but as I was standing in line I started feeling weak, things went black, I fell over backwards, hit my head on the floor and was knocked out.”

Hangover EFFECTS

The girl’s eyes continued to beg askance of me.

“The police were called. They thought I was drunk so they put me in a booth, slapped me in the face a couple of times. I came to, managed to get around the corner and into my apartment, where a friend found me in a coma a day later, so I was taken to the hospital.”

“They’ll be here soon,” Manuel announced from the front door – we could hear the sirens.

“I was referred to the neurologist who had treated an astronaut for a concussion after the spaceman fell down in the bath tub. He told me about low blood sugar. I think that is what you have, from drinking and not eating because you’re not used to doing that. It’s important not to panic, not to try to stand up and go somewhere, because that is what I did the next time, and fell over again, this time in the bathroom. I fell under the urinals but nobody helped me, and they just peed over me.”

My depiction distracted her for the time being, but when two Miami Beach firemen entered, she began to moan again, her breathing went shallow, and she did not respond to questions as they were testing her vitals.

“You need to respond to me, young lady, if we are going to help you,” one fireman said.

No, she had not eaten anything today and not much the day before. No, she was not taking medications. Yes, she had been drinking alcohol the previous night. No, she had not used drugs, but thought she must have been poisoned.

“Your vitals are normal,” he said.

“You have what is known as a hangover,” was the stunning announcement.

She looked bewildered.

“What? But I’m so sick.”

“We can take you to the hospital, but it will cost you.”

“Probably twenty-thousand dollars by the time they get done testing you,” I chimed in.

“Does this cost me?” she asked wanly.

“No, there is no charge for us coming here,” the fireman said.

“Should we give her some glucose?” the other fireman asked.

“No,” he answered, and said to the girl, “You need to hydrate, to go home and drink some Gatorade. Where do you live?”

Hangover I SAID

She explained that she was from Scandinavia, was staying at a hostel across the street, and then she began to cry.

“What will they think? They will laugh at me.” She sobbed ashamedly.

“It does not matter what they think, young lady, and they will understand because they have had hangovers too, and will go get you some Gatorade and some pasta,” I said.

“Your health is the important thing, not what people think,” said one of the firemen. “Come, we will take you there.”

“Remember, never drink on an empty stomach, and if you do, drink plenty of fluids afterwards and eat something,” I said to her as the firemen took her out the door. They put her in the ambulance and drove her to the hostel in style, with lights flashing.

The poor girl, I reflected, her parents evidently did not educate her about the hazards of drinking on an empty stomach, or explain what a hangover is and what to do about it. Strange, for I thought most Scandinavians from the Vikings on down were experienced drinkers.

She was back at the Internet Café the next day, feeling much better and thankful for our Southern hospitality. She said her roomies at the hostel understood very well what had happened to her, and went out and got her some food and Gatorade.

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Something About Nothing For Muhammad Ali

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SOMETHING ABOUT NOTHING

BY

DAVID ARTHUR WALTERS

There is nothing I like better than to equivocate over nothing. Since nothing is perfect, nothing and only nothing is perfect. Wherefore Muhammad Ali’s picture on the poster in the window at the World Famous 5th Street Gym on Alton Road in Miami Beach caught my eye. I met the prize fighter when he was Cassius Clay at the original gym on 5th Street, and as Muhammad Ali in the elevator of the Ala Moana Hotel, in Honolulu, where I was preparing to argue a case pro se before the state supreme court.

“Impossible is Nothing” quoth Ali on the poster, giving me cause to consider whether or not Impossible and Nothing are commutative terms.

Sometimes all the talk about nothing seems quite sensible to me, and even the mere mention of nothing excites me to say something about nothing. Of course my limited faculties condemn me to figures of speech or metaphors – sometimes I laugh at how the most abstract gods or gods negatively defined down to nothing wind up being a “He.” One author threw me off with a “She” – imagine that!

I don’t know why, but even my most abstract notions seem to be derived from sensation and perception no matter how much I fervently hope for immediate gnosis from the Transcendent Sphere Beyond or for some revelation not mediated by the limited forms imposed by my mental field or faculty.

Yes, I embarrassingly admit it – I am a frustrated mystic. Kant scoffed at the notion of the noun, ‘Transcendent’, which he distinguished from the adjective ‘transcendental.’ And despite the master’s warning about the illusion of the transcendental logic, the New England Transcendentalists and others went wild over the idea that everybody naturally possesses not only an innate, transcendental or a priori faculty which imposes the forms understanding on sensation, a process independent of the things in themselves as well as of the recognized authorities, but they also claimed they had direct access to the Transcendent, or God, whom some called “Reason” because they were greatly pleased with their reasoning on the Subject of subjects.

Kant had specifically said that sort of thing is nonsense, and that reasoning about Reason, the god of the Enlightenment, has, at best, illusory results. His god existed as a practical absolute presupposition for the conduct of life’s great experiment. It is practical to presuppose God, Immortality, and Free Will in order to do our highest duty, which is of course to overcome evil, and that, of course, has its source in desire.

God: we probably have the power to do our duty. Immortality: we have the time to do our duty. Free Will: we have the conditions to do our duty. The New England Transcendentalists were very practical people and they would have no doubt have appreciated the beauty of Kant’s presuppositions if the translations had been at their fingertips.

Now I am moved to say more about nothing, but before I do so I am duty bound to confess that I am absolutely ignorant of its substance and nature – if it is a substance with a nature, which I seriously doubt. An popular analog for nothing is space. The early metaphysicians of modern science took up the subject, space, and were surprised to discover that its attributes were those previously bestowed by metaphysical thinkers on God.

As for empty space, physicists today deny there is any such thing as a void without at least some sort of particulate content. Space without objects, or absolute space, seems to be a logically absurdity. That being said, scientists still speak of space AS IF it were a thing separate from the material system, otherwise how could they talk about nothing? At least I think they do – I am not quite sure what physicists are talking about nowadays, if anything, when they speak of space, and, at my age, it is much too late for me to get ahead of the curve let alone catch up with it.

I occasionally reread the same sentences penned by Sir Arthur Eddington, I do not comprehend them, but I believe I am making some headway. I suppose his notions are passé by now, but I enjoy being mystified. For instance, I do not understand his discussion of the two possible universes posited during his day, the Einstein and the de Sitter universes; both are spherical, closed universes, and both are changeless – a frame or background for relative movement. He says it dawned on scientists that de Sitter’s universe was a mathematical fiction, a “completely empty” universe, if his formula is taken literally, and that the only way he had avoided change was by putting no matter into it. Nothing exists after all. Thus Einstein’s universe turned out to be the one form of material universe which is genuinely changeless or static. But then the choice between the two became irrelevant because a whole range of intermediate states between motionless matter and matterless motion were found.

I was relieved to know that! More significantly, Eddington speaks of ‘space’ as if it were a separate thing or substance, saying that space must expand before the material system can expand. But he says too much attention is paid to space. Whatever space is, it is curved, and that is a fact verified by measurement: for, over large distances, the angles of a triangle do not equal two right angles. Thus somehow space curves back on itself and the opposite ends of a line meet, leading us to suppose that space is not as infinite as we thought, but is rather like a strange sort of sphere with a fourth dimension to account for the view that each point of the points evenly dispersed throughout the sphere is at the center of the sphere – this analogy is drawn from the surface of a real sphere, which is a closed space.

Amazing! Space must be something after all. As for the universe, somebody told me that it is really a donut. I said that was ridiculous, for who would eat it? He asked me, “What does it mean when we say that a man who lives in a glass house shouldn’t throw stones.” What an ignoramus!

Anyway, my nothing is not empty space. No way, at least that is not my experience! I venture to say that it transcends ordinary ‘nothing’ and ‘something.’ I think Eddington recognized the difference, at least in terms of space alone, for he mentions the critic who complained that the common man’s conception of space, as he ‘experiences’ it, is being ignored by scientists:

“It is no part of my present subject to discuss the relation of the world as conceived in physics to a wider interpretation of our experience; I will only say that that part of our conscious experience representable by physical symbols ought not to claim to be the whole. As a conscious being YOU are not one of my symbols; your domain is not circumscribed by my spatial measurements. If, like Hamlet, you count yourself king of infinite space, I do not challenge your sovereignty. I only invite attention to the certain disquieting rumours which have arisen as to the state of Your Majesty’s nutshell.”

I am moved by Nothing to speculate here: I think the nebulous YOU is personal (Quality) in contrast to IT or impersonal (Quantity); in other words, Subject versus Object. I opine the person is a synthesis of YOU and IT and has as its principle of origin Absolute Power, which causes me to mention, yet again, Nothing.

But what do I know?

Nothing, really.