The Funnies

I'm a fan of the comics. Most of my life I've called it the philosophy page. As I've thought about the funnies for the past few days I've come to the realization that this little blog is a somewhat like the comics. A slight twist on the mundane parts of life that thrust themselves on us without any planning.
Today for instance in 'Non-Sequiter' there was this short dialogue between Danae and her horse. The horse is the one with some sense -- the pun shouldn't be lost there. It provided some thought about how dumb we can sometimes be with our beliefs, ingrained habits, and idiosyncrasies.
Ahhh. To have that much wisdom... That's what makes it the philosophy page.

Facades

This past weekend I was watching "60 Minutes" and two stories struck me through the mirror in my rabbit hole. They seemingly had no connection but when looking at them in the morror they were about the same thing.
It seems that during the past decade people -- (really foreign governments who aren't our friends) have been hacking into our country's computers. This isn't your computer and mine it's the ones at the NSA and the DOD. They've not only broken in but lurked there for days scooping up secrets about our national defense and weapons systems. What did we hear from the past adminsitration in the White House -- "We're keeping you safe... There are no threats... etc. etc."
Then tennis great Andre Aggasi was interviewed by Katie couric and told the tale in his recently released book of a decade of drug use and hating tennis all the while smiling and being the proud champion on center court.
Facades? Or are they just plain lies? Isn't that what a facade is? A lie for all...
How many times and in what circumstances do we all put on this cloak of it's all right or I think you're a nice person? Our facade are meant to do the same thing. I think it's called deception.
Is it possible to be kind to others and not have a facade? Let's see? There was this guy once. Name was Jesus.

I Forgot

Yesterday I was reading the comics. Dagwood brought me up short. (I know... It's called 'Blondie' but I've always called it 'Dagwood') Dagwood descends the stairs at night -- He thinks I wonder what's on TV this time of night. In front of the idiot box he thinks (You know Dagwood!) A sandwich would be really good about now. In the last panel Blondie come down the stairs, views him in the recliner, sandwich in hand and says, "Did you find out what was making that noise?"
Yep! Dagwood forgot why he came down the stairs in the middle of the night. Ever done that? Forgot what you were doing... I have more times than I can count. Here's the rub... did I really forget, or did my subconscious take over because I really wanted to watch TV in the middle of the night, or perhaps it was because I really wanted that sandwich?
Hmmm... Curious mind, forgetting like that.