I am feeling a little pensive about several things, which can also be described as contemplative or meditative. A variety of words for an indescribable mood. A mood in which one tries to put into print that which he or she is feeling. It can also be portrayed as brooding, delving into one’s innermost emotions, plausibly, about fears for the future, reflective.
I am an old man who is “long in the tooth” and has weathered many years fraught with the maelstroms of events that have come and gone in this saga of mankind. I have seen so much, possibly too much in my lifetime. I have cheered when Americans landed on the moon. I witnessed the assassination of a President. I fought in a war and survived its horrors, along with a divorce that nearly killed me. No bullet is as lethal as some things. I have witnessed 250,000,000 people killed in tragic blow delivered by a Christmas tidal wave. I have observed the horror of wars fought all over the world....
YES! Yes! Yes! Let’s get America going! Get off your ass and go back to work! All of you kids, get dressed and get on the school bus. You teachers get back to the classroom. In other words, let's get the world back to normal, like it was before this Covid 19 thing.
All you scared folks, stay at home until next year or when they produce a viable vaccine. Even if you aren’t afraid, use common sense, if you are elderly or have an underlying health issue, avoid crowds and even grandchildren.
Our economy is dying and so is the world’s. We will always have naysayers who wail derision about people dying. The news media sources scare us on purpose. It is their job to foment the direst circumstances imaginable to earn their salary and increase their notoriety. The more salacious and doom inspiring the print the more they muster.
We know stuff now! Kids aren’t prone to get this or are asympto...
Well! I’ll be dipped in dog shit for posting such as this but it ain’t my fault. With this Covid thing and all the idiocy, I thought I might amuse some of you with my unique male perspective on the subject.
Some of you know that my oldest daughter is in Egypt, teaching American History and Government to elite Egyptian kids, who will do their graduate work in the United States. At present she is quarantined like the rest of us but in a third world country. She has always been outgoing and free spirited and sought adventure. Good for her! I'm Proud of her! How many of you, after becoming an empty nester, would sell or give away all your stuff, then pack up and travel the world in search of “Whatever blows your skirt up” adventure?
Okay! Back to the subject, as noted above. I follow my daughter on Facebook and listen in on her and her friends, she has oodles of them. My daughter is ever the friend maker and has made acquaintances wherever...
As I watch the events evolve concerning past Vice President Joe Biden, I find myself intrigued. I will predicate this post by first stating I didn’t vote for Trump nor Hillary in the last election. I consider myself an independent but conservative. I abhor abortion so that puts me on the political right
I like Uncle Joe because of his amiable character and flashing smile. He is the epitome of the friendly politician, baby hugger and girl kisser. He has been in politics for forty years, so we know who and what he is. As with all politicians, he will say whatever is appropriate, flip flopping and denying with that smiley candor of his. He is the typical elite politician.
Exasperate; Verb, to irritate or provoke to a high degree. To annoy greatly, especially because you can do nothing to solve the problem.
Futility; Noun, Uselessness, with little or no positive outcome. The quality of having no useful consequence.
Chrsocracy; Rule by the wealthy.
There is a faith that weakly dies
When overcast by clouds of doubt.
That like a blazing wisp of straw
A vagrant breeze will flicker out.
Be mind the faith whose living flame
Shall pierce the clouds and banish night.
Whose glow the hurricane increase
To match the gleams of heaven's light. By A C Parker
I have spoke often of my irksome poetry sprite that annoys my dreams with its incessant needling. The little prick was in my dream the other night and thus the phrase “Exasperated Flesh” was bestowed upon me. I am at present downright peevish and irksome with my own disposition and our ever-present st...
Yea! Unfortunately, I got busted being outside without my mask on. I do thank God and Lady Luck that I was not given a citation for my transgression. Of course, I am being satirical in my usual curmudgeonly manner. Let me expound.
My neighbor, who lived across the street, decided to sell her home because her husband had passed. We were good friends and shared house watching duties for each other. She was from Germany and had no nearby family, so she decided to move to San Antonio.
The new neighbor moved in just before the Covid 19 crisis occurred. Everyone in the neighborhood went into lock down. I viewed the new neighbors occasionally but from afar. I was outside cutting some fresh flowers for my wife when I noticed most of them sitting out in front of their home. On impulse I decided to walk over and say hello and welcome them to the neighborhood.
How are all my Facebook friends? About as bored as I am? I am really getting tired of doing yard work and house repairs. The yard is beginning to look too pristine and I am afraid I will catch myself washing and waxing my lawn mower. Doing home repair is downright costly. I changed a neon light over my kitchen sink and broke the spout on the tap. I then had to go buy a $134.00 new kitchen sink water tap. I am severely OCD, so I must curtail myself.
I decided to share what I deemed to be a funny incident but some of you will not think so. I was aroused from my comatose state of obnoxious meditation by a shriek from my wife. I was hailed to come quickly as if someone was breaking into our front door. I arrived to see my wife pointing semi hysterically at a tiny withing animal in the middle of my kitchen floor. My wife lamented that our dog, Scout, had brought a live rat into the house.
Yes! I am bored, as are most of you. To placate myself I piddle at this computer and research a variety of subjects that itch my curiosity.
At first, I inquired as to how many of our recent viruses originated in China and why they did. Many of them have originated there. I discovered the Chinese like live animals to cook. They think the animals taste better freshly killed. Thus, the Chinese have the live and wet markets. They buy the fish still alive or the chicken, take it home, butcher it and cook it.
Europe and America, we don’t do this, we buy it frozen at Kroger, Winn Dixie or HEB. Some epidemics don’t arise in the country after which they were named. The Spanish Flu didn’t begin in Spain.
I would encourage all of you to look up the history of epidemics. I found it quite thought provoking.The first profound fact you will see is: Today's pandem...
I was listening to Franklin Graham, the late Reverent Billy Graham’s son, about the current crisis. He stated a very pertinent truth when he said”God will never leave you nor will your God forsake you.”
I have known the truth of this for most of my adult life, but I nevertheless paused to ponder the thought. Often, when I recollect a person or idiom, I presume I am being prompted to act. I usually call that person or in this case write a post.
What of those who have never acknowledged God in their life. If God is not there, then it’s impossible for him to leave. If your refuge and fortress in times of trouble is your government, then government is your God. There is no salvation to be found in your government. Mankind will eventually let you down.
We are fortunate to live in a country which can aid its citizens and businesses. What other countries...
“I was conceived in the falling of leaves.” This phrase was conveyed to me by way of suggestion this morning. In that realm between slumber and awakening. This phenomenon is not a rare thing with me being I have often mentioned my irascible poetry sprite that plagues my subconsciousness. It asserts itself precociously when I am not completely awake and vulnerable to its vulgarities. I would state it was spoken or communicated but that I would suggest I hear voices, which I do not.
As I lay there contemplating this bafflement, I gazed out my bedroom window. There on my plastered outer wall were shadows that flittered, back lit upon the faded beige and eroded paint of the plaster. Unseen were the branches that filtered the light, dappling it erroneously. The shadows were still and sharp but then blurred and frantic as they were stirred by an unseen brea...