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What is the meaning of life?

Ahhhh ¦.. console and comfort in the embrace of youthful innocence and purity — from a dearest soulful classmate, a daughter of Divinity, whom I’ve not discoursed with in 40 long years –

From “Sista’ –

Back in 1970, when I was a senior in high school, someone told me to consider yourself lucky if you have one friend. Some go through life without a single (true) friend. I was the luckiest person because I not only found a friend; I found a family in “The Country Boyz. [rural plantation kids] I don’t remember how I came to know these “boyz, [became friends when loving “Sista'” was an urban supermarket counter clerk — “Sista'” was a city girl] but they welcomed me into the group with no qualifications or rules about how to be a friend. I was accepted just as I was.

At that time, The Country Boyz did not know that I came into the group broken¦ broken from years of child abuse. The Country Boyz taught me to laugh, enjoy life, and more importantly, gave me strength and hope. People stand out for various reasons, but I am forever grateful to the following Country Boyz:

The day before leaving Hilo, two of the “boyz were going to take me for a drive around the island¦ this was their gift to me before leaving for college. However, when they picked me up, they discovered that I was having family problems. Prior to this, they didn’t know about any problems, and as I sat there sobbing, they didn’t know what to do with me. I look back to this day repeatedly because I am so impressed by their wisdom at such a young age (17)¦ They decided to take me to my supervisor because they were sure an adult would know what to do. Because of this decision, we were able to continue with our drive around the island and I left Hilo suddenly and prematurely early the next morning. At that time, I believed I would never return to Hilo. What a beautiful site when The Country Boyz surprised me when they came to see me off!

Another member of the Country Boyz once told me that he would continue to look in on my baby brother and sister. I wonder, did you sense something was not right with my family, Brah’? I have not seen you in 40 years and I just recently learned from my brother that you would pick him up on your 10-speed bike to take him fishing behind the hotels at Banyan Drive. My brother said you and he would just fish and talk about everything. He said that you would make him laugh and forget about his problems¦ You were the funniest guy, full of energy, and could make everyone laugh. On your way back to our house, my brother said that you would stop at Kandi’s Drive Inn and let him eat all the cheeseburgers he could consume. I just learned about this and it brings tears to my eyes every time I think about it. Thank you so much! You are such a good person and May God Bless you for your kindness. My brother said that you & some of the guys also continued taking my brother & sister to the movies after I was gone. He also remembers going to Hapuna Beach with you where you dug the biggest hole in the sand that he’s ever seen. My brother reminded me that you were an Elvis lover, which really split my seams and made me laugh to no end.

My journey started 40 yrs ago and the camaraderie we (The Country Boyz) shared still tugs dearest at my heart. I am so proud to have been associated with such beautiful people. I drew strength from “The Country Boyz and they helped me endure the challenges I was faced with. I truly believe I wouldn’t be where I am if I had never met them. Thank you “Country Boyz for being there for me¦ You were the light that shone when all seemed dim. You showed me how wonderful and good this world really was, and unknowingly steered me in the right direction. You were the most important ingredient in my life. Two thousand miles away the bond we shared is still there¦ Life is also about helping others, We can help our fellow Americans who is in need by going to Pickup Please [1].


Sista’s authenticity shows me ultimately “The Path.

It’s not where you’re going that counts, it’s in the asking [question of where you’re going]. In other words, if you query what is the righteous life, you now are on your way to it. ;-)

Authenticity is not narcissism or self-centeredness.
It is a fluid transparency of self in all we do and with all whom we love. Thanks, Steve Kalas and my godsend Malie.

Thus the great paradox: When we share ourselves authentically, those with whom we share find themselves confronted with an invitation to be
themselves, too. They find their authentic story in the sharing of our own. Thus the gift of self or the gift of presence.

Sista’s greatest art is her sense of comedy/humor, the rarest of all [beside the rest of the trinity of art’s greatest gifts — 1) inner voice/strength
& 2) mystery/intrigue –of letting destiny unfold and reveal itself to you, just as you see w/Leonardo DiCaprio’s character Jack in the blockbuster movie
Titanic, opposite Kate Winslett’s character Rose, whose inner voice/strength/subconscious comprise her greatest art]. Art’s trinity of mystery/inner strength/humor lie in the mortal plane. Undeniably, Sista’s greatest metaphysical gift, as opposed to mortal gift, is Sista’s direct link to her Lord. Apply my soulful mentor Malie’s dynamo duo bone-rattler queries, 1) “What is the higher Truth here? [serve God by serving humanity, just as DiCaprio’s Jack embraced the lowest of
the low of society — outcasts/unwashed-unwanted]; 2) “What, if any, is the ultimate disguised blessing? [by serving others, you encourage them to love and not fear anyone/anything]. Sista’ 1) processes and 2) integrates accordingly. Only love endures. It’s love, it’s all love [elderly lady at the
Ganges river in India who exuded “It’s love, it’s all love” to my mentor Malie].

Sista’s greatest inspiration on this earth is her inner voice, her link with God, who expresses to her 1) that life is unfair, but things balance out in the end/afterlife, so have a good attitude [like Norman Vincent Peale]; 2) do not be ashamed of who you are, because God is not ashamed of you, inasmuch we are all children of God — no one is forsaken; 3) retribution is not part of our God, inasmuch our God is not a punishing God — our God exudes Grace/Love evermore — thence, do not do the same thing to the abuser/perpetrator which wrongly was inflicted upon you by such abuser; 4) God’s Will is incredibly powerful — if you are able to, switch your alma y corazon [soul/heart] via your mechanism of your mind to be self-reliant, and as in Sista’s fullness of time, her gifts of the spirit include willing himself to stop her spiritual bleeding/foretell her own birth-life unfolding to God & her purpose to love/comfort/heal others; 5) nobody has God for you — you have a direct link to God. Sista’ viscerally feels that greed is humanity’s most auspicious sin, but after reflection, finds that over-pride takes the cake, so to speak; 6) it’s okay to be spoiled as long as you’re grateful. Sista’ feels that God’s Grace canopies us all, and Grace is unmerited/unearned, so humble/submit ourselves to God’s love for us all. Sista’ feels that nothing in her life is so unbearable so long as Sista’ submits to God, so that we are grateful for everything. Thence, Sista’ feels that anything is better, not worse, vis a vis the hand that is dealt her, so that Sista’ humbles herself and is grateful for everything. In this sense, this is Sista’s bonus life, as Malie so imparts to me. Sista’ 1) processes 2) integrates her experiences into her point of being here/in the Moment, so to speak. Most fortunate that God has given Sista’ a positive handle on life. And again, Sista’ asks her bone-rattler dynamo duo queries, 1) What is the higher Truth? 2) what if any is the ultimate disguised blessing? Till time disappears, endure with love for all to the end.

Sista’ is steeped in wisdom & remarkable equanimity. An acolyte of both God & The Holy Bible, Sista’ describes both role Exemplars as lotus blossoms which beautify all above the muck they emerge from of our most unfortunate human condition].

Sista’s ultimate disguised blessings are 1) that abject tragedy in her life have inspired her to love fully & completely; 2) Sista’s own mortality which tempted Satan to test her faith in God — faith is not contingent on outcome — Faith, repeat, is not outcome dependent!! To Sista’, as to my mentor Malie, grace is God’s love, and we forgive as well as entreat/beseech for forgiveness from others in our helpless mortal condition. What’s the higher truth is Sista’s time-tested resolution to mortal challenges, to make peace with herself, and to submit to God, to the very end. Sista’ is Norman Vincent Peale incarnate [power of positive thinking]. merited/unearned, so we humble/submit ourselves to God’s love for us all. Sista’s palpating line is “What do I know?! The greatest spiritual leaders always keep check of their strengths/weaknesses via this query. Tabula rasa [no preconceived notions] mark Sista’s openness. Sista’ 1) processes 2) integrates her experiences into her point of being here/in the Moment, so to speak. Till time disappears, for now and for always, endure with love for all to the end.

God’s glory pours through Sista’ like light through a prism/lens, showering a rainbow on everyone around dearest Sista’.

Who undyngly poured their lives into your own just because it made them smile to see you happy, thriving and victorious? Can you see their faces? Can you feel their love? Can you experience Divinity?

Recount their legacy. Right now. And be grateful.


My daughter’s genre’s Jodi Picoult’s characters are like Sista’ — they are authentic/real.

http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/7128.Jodi_Picoult [2]

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
— Jodi Picoult (My Sister’s Keeper)

“I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I’m pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. […] The thing is, they’re both you.
— Jodi Picoult (The Pact)

“I’m lonely. Why do you think I had to learn to act so independent? I also get mad too quickly, and I hog the covers, and my second toe is longer than my big one. My hair has it’s own zip code. Plus, I get certifiably crazy when I’ve got PMS. You don’t love someone because they’re perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.
— Jodi Picoult (My Sister’s Keeper)

“A photo says, you were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.
— Jodi Picoult

“So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.
— Jodi Picoult (Nineteen Minutes)

“If you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who you really were? What if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask¦ with nothing beneath it?
— Jodi Picoult


Contempo existentialism postulates that
one must make his and her own values in an indifferent world. One can live meaningfully (free of despair and anxiety) in an unconditional commitment to something finite, and devotes that meaningful life to the commitment, despite the external vulnerability inherent to doing so. I love history. I love life. My existential definition lies right here, right at this instant.

The most beautiful and erotic [as in lovers Jack and Rose in the 1997 movie Titanic] expressions from Ms. Toni Roberts — “Just remember, your future is mine too. We are in this together. –Toni sigh¦..

And as Steven Kalas so eloquently imparts —

“Principle and “integrity are such seductive yet destructive notions. Be wary of self-righteous secular blowhards who cite “principle and “integrity. Because principle or integrity often is but a convenient disguise for overpride/ego.

I’d rather end my life saying I was too often a fool for the hope of redemption than to end my life proud of how fiercely I nurtured my indignation at those lesser than me in principle/integrity.

Jesus was a lowly grungy hippie. Does that make him less than you/me?? Will Donald Trump be remembered two thousand years from now as we worship Jesus and our Heavenly Father two thousand years after Jesus died for our sins?? Unlikely.

Grace shapes our ideas about suffering and healing. Grace shapes the way we apprehend human dilemmas and proceed in our attempts to ameliorate those dilemmas.

The unconscious is relentless in its desire to communicate authenticity and wholeness to the ego. And the ego is relentless to ignore, dodge, deny and defend itself from those communications. Freedom to live authentically consciously is the reward. Pride/principle/integrity propounded as ethical elitism are hardly useful nor merited. They
swell in the head of one’s pride/ego who excites in judging down anyone but oneself.

Let me save you some time. You are weird! But so am I! Everybody’s weird, at least in the sense that everyone who seeks depth connections eventually must connect one’s particular, idiosyncratic weirdness with somebody else’s weirdness. Connections of weirdness, in the end, are the “good stuff of great friendships and marriages. It’s the stuff you remember long after people are dead and gone. The joy of depth connections is to meet folks whose weirdness makes you smile a bemused smile, and likewise your weirdness is endearing to them. The stuff for the ages, timeless traditions, such as Santa’s snore while Mama Claus wonders if Santa will make his rounds of joy-giving in due time.

Manifesting an “inner soul within one’s deepest unconscious core is a cosmic attraction for discovering depth connections with others. Depth connections are a gift. A discovery. Not a decision or an achievement. They simply are inexplicably climactic.

And for the next few minutes, the hobo speaks of an aloneness and misery so stark, so complete, well, it’s not easy to behold.

His poverty — physical, psychological, spiritual — is matched by the poverty of my response.

I rather enjoy random encounters with human beings. I pay attention to these encounters. Especially when I become and am the hobo of humanity. Some part of me is always ready for those encounters to have meaning. Maybe profound meaning. From both contradictions of the giver and the given. It comes from the way my mother raised me. From watching her. I translated a message from her that goes something like, “No one doesn’t matter.

Then there was my maternal grandmother, an Anglo-Catholic, who wrapped that same message theologically. She was keen to remind me that I might be “entertaining angels unaware.
The last piece I added on my own. I pay attention to otherwise random encounters not merely because I might have the opportunity even to change a life, but because I might, too, be changed by the encounter. From both sides, as giver and as given. Hitherto unexplained and unexplored.

It is a profound walk to find the courage to be here at all. To scratch and claw for the truth. Fundamentally, the truth about myself, ourselves, lovely and unlovely. For we all fall short, except to the fetid self-righteous who judge down to ascend up their delusion of prideful opulence. And have we not experienced them all, abusive and powerful!

No one doesn’t matter. You never know when you might entertain an angel, nor if you become an angel yourself. You never know when the answer to your most pressing question will come in the form of some stranger who crosses your path. Not every random encounter has profound meaning. Not every encounter shifts the course of destiny.

But still, the next encounter might. You never know. Mindful, heartful. What do these matter? Maybe a Lot [Biblical].

Thank you, Steven –Curt


We all fall short. Remember this. We all fall short.

Most unfortunate. Most unfortunate.

I’ve been mulling over 1 Corinthians 10:13, and Grace is the key. When Paul writes that God will not allow us to be tempted beyond our ability, he means that we are NEVER in a situation where we have NO other choice but to sin. It’s very important to
understand that God does NOT tempt anyone. Satan does the tempting, not God. James 1:13 emphatically states, “Let no one say when he is tempted, ‘I am being tempted by God,’ for God cannot be tempted with evil, and He Himself tempts NO one. We grow in His Holiness, or we go in the opposite direction tempted by Satan, the convenient/easy out. Yet God allows Grace sufficient to endure and triumph over terrifying adversity. We abide by faith in Him, and trust to His Sustaining Grace. Daunting adversities endured by mortals, strengthened by the Grace of God. We have nothing to fear, especially considered are faithfulness, care, and the power of God in His Almighty grace. Grace is the key.

God has more faith in me than I have in myself!! Imagine that!! Grace veritably is amazing, allowed by God.

Biblical James is about faith pulling works, as a horse pulls a cart. Depth of faith in God is key, not works. Just as obedience and not sacrifice is key, based on the depth of one’s faith. That we know that we have eternal life is what faith is all about, not works as a faith in itself. Because such miscue becomes man worshiping himself instead of God. Other so-called religions, albeit false religions, call upon works without our knowledge of eternal life. Works for works’ sake, not faith/revelation, not obedience and endurance to the end [that we shall know & experience eternal life]. Amazing Grace.

On Jesus’ solid rock I stand, everything else is sinking sand, baby. Matthew 24-26.

From nonpareil/incomparable KingLit Ching born 1936–

Curtis, you are a pretty amazing guy with your sensitivity to the unique human experience and profound appreciation of the positive traits in people. Of course you can be brutal with people who are selfish, arrogant, greedy and stupid. Tell me a little more about your personal life to give me a better idea of where you are coming from. [Curt’s bracketed note: My dad went only to the 8th grade because plantation kids were banned from going to public high school by our Thurstonites — I always see us locals as grassroot Huck Finns] We all see life from our own personal experiences. At my age not being in perfect health like a teen, I can be cynical but on a beautiful California day, my spirits will soar. Dad (Hung Wai) was always fascinated with this gift from God – nature’s uplifting experience. Denise touches on your personal life below. Regards, — King Lit P.S. This Denise is quite a woman, and gorgeous too! What does she mean when she says that you and she are “background people? I like her comments on who a father is since I have 4 daughters (and one son) and 4 granddaughters among my mo-opuna. Very meaningful. [Denise always gives credit to those around her, even though she struck the spark of our Social Gospel/Dharma/etc.]

From my inexplicably inspiring idol KingLit Ching born 1936 –

It takes me a while to figure out your message but I think that I now “get it. Example, I had shared with you Dad Hung Wai’s frustration because he could not talk to God. The same held true for Mother Theresa. However, both HW and Mother Theresa remained faithful as Christians. I told you that I can talk to God because I can see/sense what’s in God’s mind – life itself, chemistry, physics, botany, the humanities, astrophysics, quantum mechanics, etc. Also recent theories such as string theory, theories about how black holes operate, dark matter, etc. I am captivated by the sheer violence in the Universe and in Galaxies. This relates to your comment about my “inner voice and “inner soul right? The great Protestant theologians were able to deal with these philosophical questions because they were not handicapped with hierarchal and ritual baggage. They could cut to the chase and use their incredibly powerful analytical skills like Stephen Hawking does. And Curtis can too. ;-) –KingLit

Hawking denies the existence of God. The Multi-verse
have no use for God, so to speak. KingLit says that even the sense of order/function must impel Hawking to be agnostic. No. It does not. KingLit remains bolted to the notion that Hawking is theistic/deistic.
Hawking is neither. Hawking is atheist. KingLit does not accept this. Asians are nihilistic and accept Hawking’s empty heart assertion.

A Renaissance Page of Lists omitting KingLit Ching born 1936 would be a terrible oversight. Dionysian KingLit easily is the most mind-blowing of them all.
KingLit is a taboo-breaker who mines shockingly political intrigue [as in pronouncing Black Liberation Theology via Jeremiah Wright’s hypnotic spell over an impressionable younger Barack Obama — KingLit’s puzzle of liberation or subjugation?], the “transgressional anchoring KingLit’s raison d’etre.

If anything, KingLit’s paradox boogie vamp [orgasmic vs. banal] a la Nietzsche at once makes order in the Apollonian sense of his chaotic Dionysian Fate, yet KingLit dies unfulfilled in the end, unnaturally via Apollo. Such Grecian tragedy allows us to sense an underlying essence, Nietzsche’s “Primordial Unity which restores our Dionysian holistic nature – which is indescribably/unthinkably pleasurable. Though Nietzsche later dropped this theme saying it was â€Ŧburdened with all the errors of youth [Nietzsche’s “Attempt at Self Criticism”], the overarching theme was a metaphysical solace or connection to the heart of Creation, so to speak.
As in our Polynesian over-vowel language of creation — ooh [as in “you”], aaah, oh!! Onomatopoeia [vowels are the sounds of creation].

In Greek mythology, Apollo and Dionysus are both sons of Zeus. Apollo is the god of the Sun, music, and poetry, while Dionysus is the god of wine, ecstasy, and intoxication. In the modern literary usage of the concept, the contrast between Apollo and Dionysus symbolizes principles of individualism versus collectivism, light versus darkness, or civilization versus primitivism. The ancient Greeks did not consider the two gods to be opposites or rivals.

Chart of Character Traits– Dionysian vs. Apollonian
models –

feeling [Dionysian]
self-controlled [Apollonian]

passionate [Dionysian]
rational, logical [Apollonian]

wholeness of existence [Dionysian]
value for human order and culture [Apollonian]

celebration of nature [Dionysian]
celebration of appearance/illusion [Apollonian]

I full-on love KingLit’s pathos/alma y corazon [heart & soul], who even affirms w/tongue in cheek the ancient precept of inclusive polygamous sex to alleviate social conflict [as in Red China’s Foreign Minister Yang Jiechi born 1950 having consensual sex w/Hillary Clinton]. Make love, not war. ;-) Stock
formula/plot, KingLit is not! Unconventional KingLit is my fedora [Humphrey Bogart hat], social bondage marginalized Glenn Beck is my strawpie hat [Woodrow Wilson]. Peace, brah’/sista


Eastern/Asian Ki, where eternal truths originate & permeate thru our senses [2″inside of the navel], parallel Grecian morality plays/hamartia, seen as an error in judgment or unwitting mistake as applied to the actions of the tragic failed hero. For example, the hero might attempt to achieve a certain objective X; by making an error in judgment, however, the hero instead achieves the opposite of X, with disastrous consequences.

Frankl identified anticipatory anxiety, a fear of a given outcome which makes that outcome more likely. To relieve the anticipatory anxiety and treat the resulting neuroses, logotherapy [logo is Grecian meaning] offers paradoxical intention, wherein the patient intends to do the opposite of his hyper-intended goal.

So that President Obama needs to heed his inner voice, not his intellectual entropy, & get our troops out of Afghanistan instead of achieving endless war via troop surges, which are the opposite of his objective of withdrawal from Afghanistan, resulting in disastrous consequences.

In ancient Grecian hamartia we see the background of more modern thought, the view that all wrong action of men stems from ignorance, which can be removed by education, and thus avoiding any thought of personal responsibility. Greek tragedy/parable are based on understandable mistakes, not cardinal sins postulated in later Christian texts. Thence the cathartic effect of Grecian vicarious tragedy/heroic failure ― to empathize/learn from the character’s mistakes,

& to prevent them from recurring. Sempai Kondo’s definition of Grecian tragedy can include a change of fortune from bad to good as in the Eumenides, but Sempai iterates that the change from good to bad as in Oedipus Rex is preferable because this arouses deep pity and fear within the spectators. Tragedy results in a catharsis [emotiona cleansing] or healing for the audience through the experience/absorption of these emotions/energy in response to the suffering of the characters in the drama. Such cleansing/purification/vicarious embodiment of tragedy hopefully avert recurrence of such tragedy in the future.

The factor obviously lacking in this philosophy, from the Christian view, is the will, by which man expresses his defiance of God and his Word. GOPs will have a field day vs. President Obama at his re-election 2012 ― our war-weary nation wants our troops to come home. President Obama needs to be decisive and overrrule his military commanders.

I see nothing to indicate decisiveness/swift action on his part this past year. As is evident, Grecian hamartia/tragedy Obama-thology is playing out its sequel ― an indecisive President to date, unable to break free of his yoke to entrenched war profiteers/military commanders. President Truman broke free of Truman’s military-industrial complex resulting in the suicide of Sec. of Defense military man Jim Forrestal [but Forrestal correctly was fearful of Stalin’s imperialist expansionism]. President Obama needs to be Give’m Hell Harry, not quagmire-stuck LBJ. Lest Obama-thology culminates its Grecian oracle/omen.


Kara/Hara One’s center of mass, located about 2³ inside of  the navel, the location of the spirit/mind/(source of KI).   Martial art techniques should be executed as much as possible from or through one’s HARA.

For women, their anatomical center “Ki or “hara, as the Japanese call it, is located about two inches inside of their naval. A woman’s physical center rests just on top of the pelvic girdle and as such, like a pyramid, their gravitational foundation is often superior to tha of most men. Perhaps because women bare children, women tend to be more intuitively in touch with their hara C their physical and psychological center. And, again, since the hips are where the power of Aikido techniques come from, that may explain why so many women seem to pick up on the subtleties of Aikido somewhat faster than men do.


Especially in basketball, females have difficulty

bending their knees as opposed to males, while defending vs. their offensive foes. The female center of gravity is lower than the male, so that mobility/explosiveness are inhibited in the lower extremity. Female torsos are created for strength, ergo childbirth, not quickness ergo male hunter role. Which is why females have much greater incidences of ACL injuries than males.

Keoki Kai (born 1965) is a great basketball coach, like his brilliant dad PeeWee Kai (1940-1996). Keoki has a whole different approach to coach females as oppose to males. One element being the different outcomes based on physiology. Don’t overdo the knee bends/side torques. Keoki just happens to be among our greatest astute political observers, both locally & nationally, better than pundits/scholars quoted by our unknowing scribes. Keoki is a man for all seasons, pololei.

Ki or qi  is described to be 2 inches inside the belly button. Such site is where George Yokoyama born 1926, Abercrombie’s Yoda, oracled Abercrombie’s tiff vs.  Aiona. Yes, as inherently pessimistic Isamu Kanekuni born 1921, mind sharp as a razor like Yokoyama, at age 89 Isamu looks only 59, says about Yokoyama, George’s choice either way is a plus for George — Ab wins, George’s yamato damashii/fighting spirit to the death won it for Ab — Ab loses, George told us so!! Nonetheless, unlike pessimist Isamu, I say it was George’s refusal to tempt overconfidence/
complacency which won over Abercrombie to voters. As you know, during the 11 day hiatus in which Ab’s top stripes took a vacation after the ultra-fight vs. malicious Mufi, it was George alone who pounded the pavement in never-say-die fashion — high energy George never let up — it was during this time that George predicted Abercrombie’s loss to Aiona, the last weeks of September. I had Abercrombie ahead by 6 points from Sept. 19 to Nov. 2, but George refused to accept my rose-colored glass view. Of course, independent plunkers for Abercrombie numbered 78,000
vs. Aiona’s 56,000, which enabled Abercrombie to win easily by a 16% margin [reported as 17% this morning].

As to Obamathology, I love Francis Fukuyama’s synthesis that democratic vs. communist ideologies are passe’ — but regional conflicts such as in oil rich Middle East countries impact us all
globally because of our mission for oil to run our nation. Any vital region [per Fukuyama’s Reagan Doctrine, which precocious 1952-born Fukuyama in part germinated] always fuels wider conflict, exacerbated by our imperialist expansionism. Fukuyama is my age peer, as is Keaukaha boy Ed Case.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_Fukuyama [8]

As a key Reagan Administration contributor to the formulation of the Reagan Doctrine, Fukuyama is an important figure in the rise of neoconservatism. He is a silent partner you never hear about, unlike younger President Bush’s notorious waterboarder Korean John Yoo born 1967.

Obamathology is my construct of President Obama’s legacy, tragic for our KIAs/WIAs and their loved ones, tragic for President Obama as our civilian commander in chief. I visualize President Obama’s timeline in accordance with ancient Greek tragedy/hamartia. Coincidental that NYT scribe Gurwitz describes what we know as Grecian hamartia/failed hero as a 4 stage sequence — 1) koros, the protagonist’s honeymoon period; 2) hubris, protagonist’s escalated/excessive
pride which offends the god; 3) ate, the folly/miscue event; 4) nemesis, retributive destruction. Other than my Obamathology, Gurwitz is the only person who couches current politics in Grecian chronology, though he does not refer to hamartia [human condition’s miscue] as our DNA retro trait. GOP Gurwitz postulates that Obama’s win 2008 was the Democrat bliss, then came Capitol Hill’s hubris [spend/spend/spend –tax/tax/tax], then the ate-fallout [voter resentment at Dems’ failure to turn around the economic doldrum-unemployment], and last week the finality-nemesis, in which GOPs regained the House, and but for the Tea Party incursionists, so too would the GOP have captured the Senate. My Obamathology spots-on war, KIAs/WIAs,
in which pacifist Obama needs to lead boldly in upending war-profiteer Pentagon. Obama is our failed
hero/protagonist because, like LBJ, Obama mantles his inflated art of compromise/consensus, over common sense pragmatism/reality. Get us out of Afghanistan ASAP, not next year or the year after. Afghanistan does not serve our vital interests.