With a little Cooperation

 

I have a video here, a music video, and I want to talk about it a little. So go give it a watch, and then come back.-> https://youtu.be/unau6nthttg?si=qkeUhcyfsRbwvJQB

Marvelous wasn't it..? I want to talk about some of the things that made this possible. For instanced, did you notice in the beginning when all the lights in the stadium came on at once... (!!!) That is not easy to do, there would be a huge power surge, that they of course were ready for. But somebody there had to know how to pull that off, at the moment the artist appointed.

The artist... Have no idea who it is, but he's(she) there somewhere, directing his (her) vision. Because of the vision, and the faith the people around the artist have in him, the work began to bring it about.

Someone designed the stage, for it was a vision to itself, someone had to place and operate all the cameras, someone had to make sure the audio was ready, each mic set up, all fed into a central control panel. Just how many people you figure are involved, and have to cooperate.

Someone had to write all the software to control the backgrounds on the stage and all the various flashing lights, no to mention the lasers, think of all the wiring, all the wi-fi signals that have to be kept straight...

How do you get that many girls together, in one place to preform as one. From looking at them, I believe they are high school age. There appears to be five separate teams. A rainbow, I believe they are the core, then the light blue, a dark blue, a red and a violet.

Somebody, took the artist's vision and put clothes on those girls. Look at those outfits, they are marvelous. You can tell they are well made, and if you look closely, no two are alike, yet overall, they have a uniform look. I promise you, that is not easy to do. There are about twelve girls in each team, think about that. Those clothes had to be cut from whole cloth and sewn together to fit each girl. Give a thought to how many people had to be involved, and cooperating to put clothes on those girls.

Somebody had to write the music, and the lyrics, and the harmony, and somebody (ies) had to perform it. Make it real. Some where there is a band. Wonder how many people involved there...? Actually, the music is quite good.

Somebody had to come up with the choreograph, and teach it to how many girls...? And if you notice, as it goes on, each girl has her own choreograph, just like the members of the band, each one has his own sheet of music, giving you, once again, the artist vision.

Now, we got these girls on stage, preforming, and we have all these cameras running..... Now somebody had to sit down, maybe working from a story board, and go through all that data and edit together the video you just watched.

Anybody notice the audience...? The place was packed, and it was packed because every one involved did what they where suppose to do to fulfill the artist's vision. They cooperated....

Now I believe (not going to swear to it), but I believe AKB48 is a school. Now just think, if we as a nation, were to get behind Donald Trump, our New President, and his vision, and cooperate with one another in an honest and earnest way, well... just imagine.

George Henry Nichols

January 20^th 2025

The Spider and the Fly

 

“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;

“’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.

The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,

And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”

“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,

For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”

“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;

Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.

“There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,

And if you’d like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in.”

“O no, no,” said the little fly, “For I have often heard it said,

They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.”

Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,

To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?

I have within my pantry good store of all that’s nice;

I’m sure you’re very welcome; will you please come take a slice?”

“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;

For I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.”

“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “You’re witty and you’re wise,

How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!

I have a little looking glass upon my parlor shelf,

If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”

I thank you gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,

And bidding you good morning now, I’ll call another day.”

The spider turn him round about, and went into his den,

For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:

So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,

And he set his table ready, to dine upon the fly.

Then out his door he came again, and merrily did sing,

“Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;

Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”

Alas, alas! How very soon this silly little fly,

Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by,

With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,

Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;

Thinking only of her crested head Poor foolish thing at last,

Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast,

He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,

Within his little parlor but she ne’er came out again!

And now, dear little children, who may this story read,

To idle silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;

Unto an evil counselor, close heart, and ear, and eye,

And take a lesson from this tale

Of the spider and the fly.

                                               Mary Howitt, 

The Daffodils

The Daffodils

I wandered lonely as cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hill"

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the tree"

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretched in never ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in Sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed-and gazed-but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft. When on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude:

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

1770 - 1850

Zena Zena

ZENA ZENA, behind the bar,

Fairest bar maid in this town by far!

Long blond silky hair,

And you just watch her toss it, here and there.

But let me warn you, yes beware.

OOOh her skin, is such, so fair.

But be for warned, there’s a thin line,

Ooh that smile, its so fine!

I’ve heard is said on the sly,

Zena Zena is an I R S spy!

She will smile at you and serve your drinks

While asking you, “Do your taxes stink?”

“Perhaps your tax man is a fink?”

As the ice hits the glasses. Plink! Plink!

Be careful how you reply.

She makes notes of all the lies.

Asking you, “a drink do you will to buy?”

For the young lady sitting next to you, Oh my!

I’m warning you now, it could be a trap.

Perhaps your telephone she will tap,

As your demise she will map!

Just to put a feather in her hat.

So if you run across her sea green eyes,

And her smile makes your soul fly,

Chances are, Its ZENA! The I R S Spy’

With blond silky hair, ooh I can’t deny.

Z E N A is written right on her butt!

So if you See it! About your taxes, you’d better clam up!

And tell your friends to keep there mouth shut!

Or ZENA and the I R S just may kick your butt!

Fairest bar maid in the town by far,

Is ZENA ZENA – behind the bar! ©

March 10^th, 1991

George Henry Nichols

I am at a Loss...

I am at a loss!  What do I have to say? Quit playing politics and look at what’s going on. You, happily grazing cattle are being led by utopia loving, intellectually lazy, power grubbing fools into the hands of Satan.

Where are the Christians? Where are you now? Did you not found your country on the divine providence of God?  On Jesus Christ, and his Father, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob..? Is this not so? Why do you dishonor God so, when He led you dirt farmers and built you up into a great nation; a beacon to the world, and where are you now?

Your father’s father, the ones who fought in the Great War to rescue the God’s chosen people, (did not at the time know what they were doing… but at the divine direction of God, were God’s people rescued. By the Lamb of God, they were rescued. And thus, God settled them back in the homeland, as God said He would do), did not put up with the Nazis, they stomped them into the dirt, as evil should be stomped into the dirt. Where is that spirit among you today? Where are your leaders? Is everything for sale? If everything is for sale, where is the treasure?   

When was the last audit of Fort Knox.? Hummm??? Do you even know?

Does not the geological record witness to the judgment of Noah’s day? Does not the fossil record witness to the giants and the great dragons in the days of yore? Have you not found Jericho and David’s Palace? Have you not found the Red Sea crossing? Does not the skies declare the Glory of God; are there not signs of the appointed times written there? Can you even see the sky?

There is a blood moon on the rise and the clock is ticking. The time of the gentiles is over.  If you were smart… You would not abandon God’s chosen people.

Remember Sodom and Gomorrah? Were there no just men to be found? None? Have you not, in your studies, found the ashes? Lot flee! Least ye be caught up in the judgment. But you grazing cattle will be told to remain quiet, by your master, and ye of little faith, will remain quiet…

George Henry Nichols 

Women A Lost Identity

Women; A lost identity…

Our women, you gals out there, have been lied to. No if’s, No and’s and No but’s.

In 1920 women won the vote.

With the help and encouragement of the Republican Party, in the late fifties and early sixties, the blacks became a voting force. What happened? The Democratic Party moved in, bought them off and turned them into a voting block.  Now, doesn't that kind of sum up the battle?

I reiterate, in 1920 Women won the Vote. Not the Democratic Party, not the Republican Party, Women. Who voted to give them the vote??? Hummm…??? Men… It was all men. Men who represented the men who ran this country. And who was it did this??? Women… Real, honest to God, women…  

Now don’t you think somebody would have moved in and tried to make you a voting block? But women have a sixth sense, and they can spot a scoundrel.

Then came the feminist, and instead of trying to buy you, they said ‘We will Empower you.’ And they did, by turning you into men, thus stripping you of all your power as a woman, (Including your sixth sense, which they told you was a myth).  The power that won women the vote…

Girls, girls everywhere; but too many men and not enough women.

You can’t change nature… But screw with it enough, and you’re extinct.

America, we need our women back, you are our reason and inspiration. You are why we want to be prosperous, you are why we are willing to fight, and in you we find our earthly motivation to be free.

Remember, it was woman who won the vote…

May God Bless you All…

George Henry Nichols

I Shall not Pass this Way Again

I shall not pass this way again-

Although it bordered be with flowers.

Although I rest in fragrant bowers,

And hear the singing

Of song-birds winging

To highest heaven their gladsome flight;

Though moons are full and stars are bright,

And winds and waves are softly sighing,

While leafy trees make low replying;

Though voices clear in joyous strain

Repeat a jubilant refrain;

Though rising suns their radiance throw

On summer's green and winter's snow,

In such rare splendor that my heart

Would ache from scenes like these to part;

Though beauties heighten,

And life-lights brighten,

And joys proceed from every pain,-

I shall not pass this way again.

Then let me pluck the flowers that blow,

And let me listen as I go

To music rare

That fills the air;

And let hereafter

Songs and laughter

Fill every pause along the way;

And to my spirit let me say:

“O soul be happy: soon tis trod,

The path made thus for thee by God.

Be happy thou, and bless His name

By whom such marvelous beauty came."

And let no chance by me be lost

To kindness show at any cost.

I shall not pass this way again;

Then let me now relieve some pain,

Remove some barrier from the road,

Or brighten some one's heavy load;

A helping hand to this one lend,

Then turn some other to befriend.

o God, forgive

That now I live

As if I might, sometime, return

To bless the weary ones that yearn

For help and comfort every day,-

For there be such along the way. O God, forgive that I have seen

The beauty only, have not been

Awake to sorrow such as this;

That I have drunk the cup of bliss

Remembering not that those there be

Who drink the dregs of misery.

I love the beauty of the scene,

Would roam again o'er fields so green;

But since I may not, let me spend

My strength for others to the end,--;,

For those who tread on rock and stone,

And bear their burdens all alone,

Who loiter not in leafy bowers,

Nor hear the birds nor pluck the flowers.

A larger kindness give to me,

A deeper love and sympathy;

Then, 0, one day

May someone say-

Remembering a lessened pain-

"Would she could pass this way again."

Eva Rose York