Today in History

On the 12th of February, two extraordinary persons were born…

Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin.

Should we thank them for where we are currently?  Or, should we curse them out?  Personally, Lincoln is one of the few republicans that seems to make sense.  And, Darwin?  Well, Darwin only confirmed what I knew all along…the ‘Good News Bible’ was bullshit!

Do great thinkers share some sort of telepathy?  Do these great emancipators’ know the shit we are currently in?

  • Both scraggly fellows loved Shakespeare
  • A little late to the gate…neither Darwin or Lincoln made much of an impact until later in life
  • Both lost their mothers when they were quite young
  • Lincoln and Darwin lost children to ‘unknown’ illness when they (the kids) were very young.
  • I love music.  So did Abe and Charles.  Yet, such as myself…they could not hold a note.
  • Obviously, both Honest Abe and the Evolutionist…abhorred slavery

What I find amazing?  Here we are…over two hundred years later…fighting the same fight!

This country, with its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it. Whenever they shall grow weary of the existing government, they can exercise their constitutional right of amending it, or their revolutionary right to dismember it or overthrow it.

Honest Abe


Radical ’89


As she sat  banging away at the keyboard.  Sitting in front of the forever writing device…always allowed her to think of the ‘days’.  The flashes of time that were many; dangerous and stringy with a writer’s thoughts.  College days!  Four years of higher minds and the banging out of ‘Baby Dyke’  autobiography.

RandomwordbyRuth wasn’t even a zit on liberal’s ass…in those times.
Course, the autobiography would not be entitled, Baby Dyke!  It was to be given the simple listing as…the Cancer part I and the Cancer part II.  But when you are fresh out of a cluttered closet…the two are one in the same.
Twenty some odd years ago, the times they were a changing.  The college had decided that being single sexed…was not a profitable idea.  The student body of 1/4 feminist in training…felt that having a college president who’s morals were filled with corporate ideas…had been a selection poorly made.
Current day, the times were still a changing.  The keyboard had gone from a Royal Fleetwood ’72 to a, still in training, Chromebook  ’14.
The world had grown, immensely, and that had been, a most significant…revolution!
Our ancient times, college grad., was tallying polls, volunteers and/or anything else that moved and voted.
“How different?  How unique to see these persons…these albeit strangers…come together from homes, that were villages apart, and stand for a common cause.”
Children of preteen years, holding hands with both Mom and Dad…while heading out the doors of the staging location.  Inter-racial couples, two women who had married not days before, elderly men and blue collar workers!  All uniquely qualified to stand for a REVOLUTION!
Bernie Sanders had not only been the honoree to this vestige of canvassers.  He had also brought about something that many had never witnessed.
However, Mr. Sanders, stood for something, that a few, had sensed before.
She, the ancient college grad., started her own coo, back at that typewriter. Many years before.  Banging out the lyrics to, I Am Woman!  Preparing to take matters to the next level, if need be, the moment her school choose to go co-ed.
None of that went over well with her parents.  Particularly when a picture of her in torn up jeans…smoking a cigarette, vowing to sit out classes, showed up on the front page of the one and only state wide newspaper.
Today, yesterday and all the pages in between, didn’t really matter in the grander scheme of things.  Change was change was making a difference meant getting off the fence and standing up for things you believed in.
 There had years of volunteering to help combat the A.I.D.S., misconception.  Years spent helping recovering addicts.  Glimpses into times and tribulations of the abuse of animals.  All relative forms of service to the community.
Sitting back, now, I listen to 3 or 4 avid constituents of unconventional political party discussing… radical change.
Friendly arguments, civil humorous spats over the state of the state and the perishing world; the atmosphere is none different than twenty years ago.
 Most likely, other than decor and clothing style…no much has changed from those progressives sitting around a wood-stove.  Liberals that traveled for days to a little shack way north of the Mason Dixon line.  A tiny little cabin that would house the ideals of a hopeful few.  A hopeful organic cluster of people wanting to do away with slavery.
Course, being several years beyond my term at college, the ancient graduate that I am.
I just watch the prophets and the forward thinkers and wonder…
“If we all sat back.  There would be nothing in front of us that would be worth getting radical about.  Nothing should remain the same but change!”


the Widower of Peace: Paris, 11/13/2015

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Paris, November, 13th the year, Two Thousand and Fifteen

There is no bigger a coward than one who will shake your hand, pass you on the street, smile into your eyes, and hold hatred for you in their hearts.

With heavy hearts…so many morn.  Disparaged over the needless loss of life.  The unending hatred…that seems to have surfaced and will not go away.

Today, had been a day, to knock on doors, spread the good word.  Speak of democracy as though it were,

…an everyday occurrence that we all enjoy

Yet, truth be told, the knocking, the needling of non committers and/or the honest pursuit of happiness,as the Constitution of the United States, depicts, we should all have…and, so on, and so forth, came with difficulty today.  All the good tidings in the world could not convince my heart…that my world is on the brink of turmoil.

No way around it, violence begets violence.  Whether it is the silent deadly kind of emotional abuse.  The obvious but sometimes unquestioned kind, such as, physical abuse.  Or, the mass killings of innocence.  People none of us may know…but can somehow relate to…nonetheless.

Oddly enough, the two houses, I will never forget today and for days to come..were what I needed to reflect.

As I strolled the streets…asking for votes…the following experiences will forever remain in my soul.

The first house, had a deer strung up in an old oak tree.  Hoofs pointed to the heavens.  Akin to a lynching gone bad.  This deer had been gutted and left in the woods to rot.

The second house held a new widower…it had just been one day before, that she had lost her husband of 49 years.

Backing down her porch steps, the pain in the widower’s eyes still ravaging her mind, I offered condolences and prayers.

Death had hung about my walk today.  As if it were a reminder of things I take so blatantly as truth.

…the world is basically good.  It is just thinking that makes some of us take another turn…

Prayers and thoughts to those who have fought in battle.  Prayers and thoughts to those who found themselves in battles…in which they did not choose.



Redemption Song

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ‘and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
‘Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfill the book.

Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
‘Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

-Bob Marley