Cruelty that knows
no bounds.
Delight in torturing
and killing people
Demonic human beings
Surely crated in a hell
Sadists every one
The bigger question is
why do we have to have
these monsters in this world?

Bob Boyd

Supposedly yeasts were used “to turn plastics and other waste into edible proteins, fats and flavourings.”

“Plastic is carbon and food is carbon, so why not look
into food,” a Dr Lihiru Jayacody said.

And with a 3D printer, disc-shaped cookies were created
that in no way look appetizing.

I don’t know about you, but to me, food, plastic and waste
do not go together.

Besides, according to the latest reports, we have plenty of
microplastics in us already. So no thanks to more plastics

in the form of crappy, plastic cookies.

Bob Boyd

I saw a documentary once where three men had
sex dolls they said were their girlfriends.

A fourth said his sex doll was his wife, and he
treated the doll with tenderness as one would a wife.

To my surprise, I didn’t find any of these men weird,
and I could tell they legitimately loved the dolls.

I even found the men likable in spite of their
unusual choices for a girlfriend or a wife.

And I could see the benefits, if one were imaginative
enough. No arguments, no jealously, no cheating, no

broken hearts, always there for you, totally agreeable,
guaranteed shared interests, and no unkind words.

And because I believe human to human romantic love
is designed by Nature solely for procreation, in my

opinion, it doesn’t matter if a person finds romantic love
in a sex doll or an AI as long as it works for that person.

Besides, far as we know, romantic love is temporary;
it ends with a break up or when Death ends it.

And in a way, I wish I could have the imagination to
have a doll for a girlfriend or a wife; it sure would

have made my romantic involvements easier, less
painful and far more lasting. But, alas, no doll, no

AI girlfriend, in my mind and in my heart, could
ever take the place of a lovely flesh and blood

enchanting, human woman. No way.

Bob Boyd

I haven’t had a drink in 50 years, but … in my misspent
youth, I drank to insane excesses. Back in 1966 or so,

I was in a bar in Zweibruecken, Germany getting drunk
on my keister, and a young German woman, unappealing

and crazy acting to me, kept trying to get my indifferent
attention until, about six beers later, she began looking

beautiful to me, and I bought her a drink and walked
her home, thinking I was going to get lucky, but

when we got near where she lived, a woman started
shouting at her, and that shout somehow sobered me

up enough that I realized I had been deceived by the
beers, and I didn’t want to be with this woman. And I

definitely didn’t want to wake up in the morning with
her, so I fled in the night and saved myself from a

horrible morning, and I never saw that curious woman again.

Bob Boyd

Suppose what the people who have been
clinically, temporarily, dead say is true.

Suppose when we die we go up the white light
tunnel like a passageway between this life and the next.

Suppose after that we go somewhere where we
have a life review and see the good and the

not so good things we did in this life and have God
or someone angelic with us without any punishment:

the purpose being to help us grow more spiritually.
Then, if we’re lucky or blessed, we experience

Source, also known as God, and the unconditional
love beyond conditional love, beyond imagination,

and beyond words. And a place that you know is
your real home, a home you never want to leave.

And say that all is true – despite Science claiming
it’s only illusions, separate and shared, when

the brain is shutting down as a person is dying
and dead is just dead and nothing more –

what I wonder is, where do all the millions,
probably zillions or more, of spirits stay

disembodied in the afterlife?

Bob Boyd

In the mid-sixties they graduated from high school
and decided they wanted to become bad-asses,

so Mark and Andy joined the US Marines and
looked forward to returning home as tougher guys.

Mark got kicked out of boot camp; he wasn’t
tough enough to hack it.

Andy got through boot camp, but was sent to the
far east, where unknown to him before he enlisted,

the Vietnam war was heating up, and he hadn’t
signed up to go to war.

But, worse than that, though he’d been a hero in the
war, he came home dead in a body bag.

Bob Boyd

I met her in college.
She was cute and
fun. It seemed like
we had something
until a friend gave
us a ride one day
and she said who
is your friend? and
I saw the writing on
the wall then and
knew she was too
flighty for me. As I
anticipated my so-
called friend took
her out, and that
was the last of me
and flighty her. And
she didn’t last with
him either, probably
moved on to some
other guy, and I was
glad to be rid of her.
And I expect my so-
called friend was too.

Bob Boyd