Second Christmas in my self-induced coma...:

Come they told me...
Pa rum pa pum TRUMP.

A new born king to see...
Pa rum pa pum TRUMP.

Our finest gifts we bring...
Pa rum pa pum TRUMP.

To set before the king...
Rum pum pum TRUMP...
Rum pum pum TRUMP.

What have we done now...
Pa rum pa pum TRUMP...

We have a king with a throne...
Pa rum pa pum TRUMP. 

Give him a chance they say...
Pa rum pa pum TRUMP.

Have we lost our minds!
Pa rum pa pum TRUMP
Rum pum pum TRUMP...
Rum pum pum TRUMP.


Pa rum pa pum...ah...screw it....  
Gee...I can't feel a thing!

Please don't let me wake from this coma too soon!

 

When the Impossible Happens....

The impossible has happened. Wednesday morning it appeared on CNN, then local news, and then every channel. "When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong," - Arthur C. Clarke (1917- ). That thought evolved today as I saw the big picture...our universe is impossible. Our lives are impossible. Everything is impossible. If I can not accept the impossibility that Donald won the Presidency of our nation, how can I accept the truth that our Sun exists...that one grain of sand held to the sky will cover over 10,000 galaxies. That estimates suggest there are over one hundred billion galaxies in just the observable universe.... So, somehow I comfort myself today with the thought that Trump as our President is no more impossible than everything in our universe. The impossible exists...everywhere. Click to:  See the impossible:    

The Season is Orange and it's the new Black....

All Hollows' Eve approaches...terror, the fear of death and an end to all we know closes in on us like hearing the Doctor say "CANCER." The wife screams again at the screen as Donald waves his tiny hands. The good voice in my head and soul whispers "It will be just fine." And doubt makes my bowels ache like when remembering what the Doctor said...like when the term paper was due...or the project was not ready. Fear grows in my world at the perfect time of year...don't go in the cellar...climb the stairs and die...Ghosts...demons...even EVIL...does not really exist...really...REALLY! Why do we like being scared? Just a rush. Adrenaline. Is Donald also a specter? He'll just be just blowin' in the wind...like the Nobel Poet wrote and sang.

But Donald is just a pumpkin and all pumpkins turn to dust.

We Know What Trump is...But Don't Forget....

The Donald is proud showing great disrespect for women. That has been proven again, and again, and again during the recent debate. But please remember that the Republicans, even those that turned on their own nominee, have waged a relentless war on all women's rights over many recent years. This emphasizes the importance of voting for all the candidates that have your best interests at heart. As I've said before, the Republicans, even the women in the party, will not stop until the "Way Back Machine" turns the clock back to 1950 or earlier. 

In Need of Reality

For nearly two generations, no American has been obligated to join the military. Less than 0.5 percent of the population serves in the armed forces, compared with more than 12 percent during World War II. Even fewer of the privileged and powerful and their children shoulder arms. As you would expect...this separates the great majority from the reality every soldier faces. With nothing to risk...most Americans never have to concern themselves. The media doesn't show the body bags coming home anymore, or the faces of the parents, brothers, sisters, wives and husbands as they get a knock on their door. America is removed from this reality and we must bring it back with a national draft that places every child at risk...including the children of the privileged and powerful. Maybe, one day, enough of us will care if our children die. 

Click for a NY Times Article:

The Haunting faces of war:  

In Need of Reality

For nearly two generations, no American has been obligated to join the military. Less than 0.5 percent of the population serves in the armed forces, compared with more than 12 percent during World War II. Even fewer of the privileged and powerful and their children shoulder arms. As you would expect...this separates the great majority from the reality every soldier faces. With nothing to risk...most Americans never have to concern themselves. The media doesn't show the body bags coming home anymore, or the faces of the parents, brothers, sisters, wives and husbands as they get a knock on their door. America is removed from this reality and we must bring it back with a national draft that places every child at risk...including the children of the privileged and powerful. Maybe, one day, enough of us will care if our children die. 


Click for a NY Times Article:

"Show some respect or your dead."

Philando Castile, Alton Sterling, Michael Brown, Eric Garner...names we should remember...and so many more I can not remember. And on calls in to news shows and comments on social media what do I hear and see? All these folks telling us how, if only these folks had shown some respect for these officers they would be just fine. Since when did showing disrespect become a capital crime deserving of the death penalty? 

 

Philando Castille's murder: Click if you wish (very graphic).

Alton Steele's murder: Click if you wish (very graphic.). 

Eric Garner's murder: Click if you wish (very graphic).