Why do you pick those old songs a reader will ask? Honestly those are the songs that I know. Those are the songs of my generation, that served to inspire, that firmed our resolve as some of us marched to protest a foreign war, a place where many young Americans took their last breath…
Monday morning, early, before sunrise. Waking on account of “who knows what” I got up knowing that I would sort through the contents of my mind with words. What is bothering me? Perhaps it is the craziness of these times, the absolutely “wigged out,” insane behavior of too many of my contemporaries!? Today I…
Trumpism is an expression of the despair of impotent old white people in the age of globalization. Trumpism – a desire for supremacy that ignoramuses reclaim in the name of their own ignorance, supremacy of those who are aggressively competitive but lack the intellectual means to achieve. p. 106 The idiocy of protecting racial…
There are times when “reality” is just too much. Yesterday I felt as if I had reached such a time. I must turn away from thinking about “the mad king” who tightens his grasp upon power. He wants nothing more than to negate the outcome of the election of several weeks ago. All the…
‘Mr Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist has asked for more!’ – excerpt Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens Last night I participated in a Socrates Cafe discussion. The topic was social media and privacy. How much have we lost? Do humans deserve personal privacy? I felt depressed after an hour or so…
Yesterday I read fragments of a report on the massive Pro-Trump demonstration in Washington DC. Thousands gathered to wave flags and to march noisily through the streets to protest of the outcome of one of the cleanest U.S. elections in modern times. So much for the notion that President elect Biden will unite the…
The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the…
“You cannot pass,” – Gandalf to the Balrog on Bridge of Khazad-dûm
A day dawns. Is it a new day, or is it groundhog day, a hellish repetition of the last four years? This is reference to the election of course. Could this be a version of Nietzsche’s doctrine of eternal return? That understanding of history posits that we are fated to repeat every detail of…
When I was in my 40’s I learned that my great Uncle Thomas McLamb was a soldier in the Army of Northern Virginia lead by Robert E. Lee. The War of Northern Aggression did not go well for Thomas. He was greviously wounded by a spent minié ball at Kelly’s Ford, Virginia. Uncle…
