...I was too awash with dadaist creativity to wish a simple "Happy New Year."

It's been an inexpressibly beautiful and inexpressibly painful year.  So much so inexpressible.  Hence, my distance and removal from blogging.  This was the year that I finally came to forget about Xanga for large spans of time.  Had to.  Life just didn't permit.  But those of you whom I came to know through Xanga as friends I will never forget.  Now on to the New Year - may you all, as your needs require, press more profoundly into this, our mystery, life transcending, as the spirit-warriors you were born to become.  But keep it happy.

Was just going to say Merry Xmas but realized that wouldn't have been in line with all the Featured Weblogs on Xanga's frontpage that ever seem to ooze Sex, Rape, Love, Trysts, Erotica, etc.  Xanga is becoming quite the sex rag, isn't it?  And I wish to say nothing thereby dissonant.  So, in the Xanga sexspirit, an esoteric poetbit I leave you with:

having been the total idiot once and finally
having been
now i toss sex and intimacy to the wind
and fly my kite.

For all the rest of you for whom the shack-up hormones aren't predominantly life-directing right now,

Merry Christmas

 -nfp

So Xanga has stooped to letting its bloggers auto-post advertising widgets for "credits."   You know, the Benadryl-thingie that pops up when you first log in.  Post it and get 500 credits.  I first accepted the proposition, examined it, and then deleted the post.  I wonder if Xanga is so financially strapped that such a mechanism constitutes a blogger bail-out for Xanga.  We get meaningless credits and Xanga gets advertising bucks to ward off blogrankruptcy.  I have a godzillion other Xanga blogs so maybe I'll help out by ad-posting to them.  But not here.

Anyway, before dealing with this curious matter of widget-blogjacking, I intended to say just one thing and it is this:

America is basically still a religious (Christian) nation and will remain so until the implementation of NFL Sunday Morning Football.  Think about.  That is all.

And all this time I was obsessed with buying the best running shoes.  When I should have had the insight to get a pair of the best throwing shoes.  So what shoe vendor will be the first to pimp their "throwing shoes"?!

There are now endless scores of economic and financial experts predicting an oncoming world economic collapse.  So many that I wouldn't bet my foreclosed farm against them.  Almost none of them are willing to venture how bad it will be or how long it will endure.  But almost all are offering opinions on what the government should or should not do to prop up the American economy.  I see things a little differently.  I don't think the government should do any thing, not a damn thing, for big business, for small business, for the rich, for the poor, for the mortgaged, for the unmortgaged,  for the emerging green, or for the dirty-oily entrenched.  Not a damn thing for anyone's sake per se .  What the government must do is twofold:  1) stave off the international overflow of chaos and destruction that will erupt from nations completely overwhelmed and blown away by the Shakti-force of financial collapse, and 2) position the American economy to be at the top of the international financial heap when the dust of this economic implosion settles.  You see, true prosperity will only return and be shared by all after the financial seismic shocks and aftershocks yet to come fade into the past.  Those nations positioned at or near the top will, once again, lead the way back to prosperity and share more gloriously of it.  

What will it take to be at the top when the time for the reemergence of world-sharable wealth comes about?

Superior vision, near-endless perseverance, and ruthless compassion. 

Meanwhile, cybercriminals are celebrating the hard times.  Know why?  Because online shoppers are spending more and more time online going to more and more sites to find the best deal.  And the more an online shopper shops, the more drive-by malware downloads they are exposed to, the more the redirect to malicious sites they will experience, the more their browser's defenses will be probed and weaknesses attacked.   It's a good time to be a cybercriminal.  And it appears, from my vantage, that some of the best cyberminds are.

I just had a bowl of chicken soup and I am now drinking a beer.  Thank God, for now, I didn't have to choose between the two.

Police have just publicly announced that the long-anticipated murder of notforprophet was an act of pure non-pseudo random drive-by violence.  Case (soon-to-be-cold) closed.

However, other intimate inside sources have anonymously divulged  that they have evidence that the murderer was a long-time psycho-stalker who was sexually-obsessed with the well-forewarned happy-go-lucky victim's pre-incarnated fantasies.

Stay-tuned as notforprophet attempts to blog stunning revelations of sordid (assorted?) details of this supposed shocking crime - from the Other (Dreamland) Side.

If no stunning issuances are here forthcoming, then the subject of the next blog will be curiously unrelated to nothing at all.

Does anyone know what happened to me?

Deep, deep inside, I started laughing.  And I cannot stop.