"Forest and Contrail," November 2016
Monday, November 28, 2016
Save Us, President von Munchausen!
I'm pretty sure that nothing can save (as it wants to be saved) today's military-industrial complex, which by the way has become the very abomination Eisenhower warned us about -- many of the up-and-coming young turks of "The Community" are keenly aware of this, even as old-guard factions grasp at straws or are in denial... (And of course, the latter -- poor saps, how my heart kind of goes out to them, though I stand for so much that they typically hate -- would expect much from a presidency that basically jack-knifed coming out of the gate.)
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Friday, November 25, 2016
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Thankful...
...For those who came before...
...As well as for those who are presently in my life... And I am most of all thankful for the promise I see in those who shall carry on after we are gone...
...As well as for those who are presently in my life... And I am most of all thankful for the promise I see in those who shall carry on after we are gone...
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
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As many of us in the loyal opposition continue to petition the DOJ to audit the 2016 vote, and others disrupt and protest... My advice to President-elect Donald J. Trump comes from Marcus Aurelius, and it is this: "Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be -- be one."
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Special and Hearts
"Do you love miracles?"
"You can play me for a fool my whole life and I'll never get the point. You bet, I love miracles.
"But you know, a heart of glass is a damn shame to break. And once you break it, you could possibly spend a million years making up for that, over and over again, and never quite get there... "
"Well, Bill, I have the number for a glass blower. And fudge."
"Psychic, new friend! You know I was a Divinity Major who minored in fudgepacking..."
Holding hands, they walked together towards the horizon, knowing they would be friends forever, long after they parted, even after death...
"You can play me for a fool my whole life and I'll never get the point. You bet, I love miracles.
"But you know, a heart of glass is a damn shame to break. And once you break it, you could possibly spend a million years making up for that, over and over again, and never quite get there... "
"Well, Bill, I have the number for a glass blower. And fudge."
"Psychic, new friend! You know I was a Divinity Major who minored in fudgepacking..."
Holding hands, they walked together towards the horizon, knowing they would be friends forever, long after they parted, even after death...
