Charley doesn’t have our problems. He doesn’t belong to a species clever enough to split the atom but not clever enough to live in peace with itself. He doesn’t even know about race, nor is he concerned with his sisters’ marriage. It’s quite the opposite. Once Charley fell in love with a dachshund, a romance racially unsuitable, physically ridiculous, and mechanically impossible. But all these problems Charley ignored. He loved deeply and tried dogfully. It would be difficult to explain to a dog the good and moral purpose of a thousand humans gathered to curse one tiny human. I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quick and vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts
The onslaught of a cat’s indifference to its owner…Mesmerizes and forces moments of pre…meditation!
-One day I was counting the cats and I absent-mindedly counted myself Bobbie Ann Mason
=If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much Mark Twain
-A person can learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy one like ours. Marley taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your heart. He taught me to appreciate the simple things-a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. And as he grew old and achy, he taught me about optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness and, above all else, unwavering loyalty.
-If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
-Don’t accept your dog’s admiration as conclusive evidence that your are wonderful.
-Cats never listen. They’re dependable that way; when Rome burned, the emperor’s cats still expected to be fed on time.
-There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person.
-Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.
-As wonderful as dogs can be, they are famous for missing the point
-I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
I like dogs
I like dogs
A dog that is barking over the hill
A dog that is dreaming very still
A dog that is running wherever he will
I like dogs.
And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, un-directed. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about.
The ‘Lawlessness’ that dots the land has taken us from a country steeped in a rich tradition of protecting its own and screwing all the rest…To a nation of protect thyself and screw anyone that gets in the way of that agenda!
There are two fractions that fall under the following moral dilemma:
‘Do as I say not as I do’
Those two parties would be, your parents and the powers that be. Powers that be being a general term for the Law!
Now as I understand it…When my parents sent me to church on the third Sunday of the month. By myself or with my siblings. My siblings, of course, were there to keep my moral compass in check. My siblings, of course, were there to demonstrate to me how to spend the ‘bucket money’.
Bucket money being the stipend given to the catholic church ensuring our families place in the heavens that be. Anyway, as I saw it, the whole idea of ‘your father isn’t feeling well today..’ Was a well lubricated and well fabricated white lie.
In the above mentioned example, it was common knowledge that my parents would be staying home on that third Sunday to procreate. To give the good Lord some more followers. Or better said, to give the good Parents some R and R. Rest and Romping through the bed sheets!
Along with this common knowledge and ‘fib’ that later in the week would whispered about in the confessional…
The three of us children knew the true meaning to:
‘Do as I say not as I do.’
Essentially, no harm no foul. Give the parents a break. Let ’em blow off some steam by having a party in the big bed!
Here, however, is where the lines get blurred. Authority figures are not given a free pass. They are not your parents. They are not seeking justice for all. And, unfortunately, they do not have our safety as they main concern.
A few local and not so local examples of misuse of power:
Seabrook New Hampshire D.W.I.
…I was told I could take my phone that I called from and my wallet. as soon as I grabbed my wallet from the table he officer with the glasses came at me saying he never told me I could take my stuff and choked me against the wall then tried to grab the wallet from my pocket.
-inmate, Mike Bergeron
After being trounced in the 1st federal circuit court, the Town of Weare and the notoriously corrupt Weare Police Department have settled with Free State Project President Carla Gericke to the tune of $57,500! After Weare police had arrested her for “wiretapping” for recording a traffic stop then dropped the charges, Carla sued. She had recently won an “interlocutory” appeal case where the 1st circuit decided (again) that there is an established right to record government police doing their job in public and that police cannot claim “qualified immunity” from personal liability when arresting videographers…
***Weare is trying to hard to get out of its own, dominance by force, way…That it currently is mandating all uniformed officers to Weare video cameras in a show of promised future honesty!
I heard today…At the only place I go for words of wisdom, Freehill Trading, the local headshop:
‘Who hasn’t shop lifted? Who hasn’t blown through a red light? What if it was your kid?’
Speaking of course of the current questionable, Boys in something Borrowed from better cops…Blue, down in Missouri!
I thought to myself:
Shit, before I sobered up, I had seen every county jail from Portland, Maine to Key West, Florida! The only word used to describe me back then and occasionally now, belligerent! Could have been me strong arming my way through a liquor store. Could of been me pissin’ ’em off on the thirteenth floor of the Asheville Buncombe County Jail. Pissin’ off the wrong authoritarian sinner of J. Edgar Hoover syndrome.
…Could have been me!
‘Do as I say not as I do’
We all respected our parents. Did what we were told and didn’t question the strange stipulations around their little fibs.
We don’t respect authority figures that disguise themselves in the illusion that bad behavior makes for a bad person. That somehow force feeding the public on how ‘difficult and corrupt’ the now victimized victim is. Will eventually separate community ties!
Community stands together whether a neighbor has an unruly child or a Drunk needs A.A. A community is family…And, a family prefers to leave the abuse of power on the Welcome mat outside the front door.
I am Brangien [Brangaine] of Weisefort, Ireland, lady-in-waiting to my cousin Isolde, who became promised to King Marc of Cornwall. His nephew Tristan escorted us to England by ship. But Tristan and Isolde fell in love at sea. As ye may know, or will find out, they cite the philter they drank as the cause, over which I was supposed to keep vigil. I would like to share my perspective of how I have created good in the world through my herbs and observations. There is much to tell, including how I have adopted this odd language. In good time. My life is in God’s hands. –Inspired by the modern French translations of the Tristan and Isolde texts