This isn’t a secret. We’re screwed. America’s political mechanism is broken. We are in danger of devaluing, to the point of scrap, the one American asset most of the world truly envies: The Ballot. Other countries have elections, but to Americans the ballot is at the core of our national identity. Our precious freedom attained … Continue reading Founder’s App
Think Of It This Way
To speak a lie is to spit at Christ To affirm a lie is to wink at His Passion To spread a lie is to spend the Silver To lie is to spit at Christ
Fake Good News
Isn't everything that we hear which is not in accord with the Good News, a lie? When he speaks a lie, he speaks from his own resources, for he is a liar and the father of it. That is how the Enemy is described by Jesus, not only as a liar himself, but as the … Continue reading Fake Good News
The Tares in Power
Why am I so hard on Republican Christians? This is why. If you are a true Christian, no, let me say it this way, you are only a true Christian if you have been broken by Christ. Period. That is the benchmark. If you have not been flat on your face, or curled up into … Continue reading The Tares in Power
Nones of the Above
Note: Going through the blog doing some housekeeping, I found this post in my Drafts file from 2015. As I read through it, I realized that, aside from now bringing Trump into the heart of my nightmares, things are pretty much as was. I could have written it yesterday. Then I realized I hadn't posted … Continue reading Nones of the Above
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Note To Self
Sad and blue Sad and blue Pick up pen Red will do News is news It’s never true It’s chewed up Bird spit for you They don’t love you Never did Of course you kept Your motive hid Through a window In the glass Who we are Is how we pass
Daily Doodle 730
Whimsy came and whimsy went For Lent * Save me save me down the hole The Hour presses Someone spotted A kiting Soul Against the brimming darkness * Still and be still Mind I love While we are able still to speak The striking match The hissing leak
Daily Doodle 727
Could our transmission be more perverse? The gearbox comes without reverse * Intention is a sketch Action indelible You can be a wretch Presented as a principle * Brothers, Sisters, let’s agree We take in stride our bended knee * Take them back! The ones you hid! Those thoughts you had. The things you did. … Continue reading Daily Doodle 727
Guidance Counselor Part 1
“That is so High School!” What pops into your head when you hear that phrase? If you grew up in the 1960’s it means a situation in which all the inanity of high school, the rigid social structure, the arbitrary rules, the clueless adults in power, is echoed in some present day inanity. A generation … Continue reading Guidance Counselor Part 1
Water Heart and Seed
If you live your life like it was held for ransom every time some shadow rolls across your heart You’ll pay and pray plead with your captor But you’ll cry alone in the dark If you live your life like a bursting fountain water for the garden all the flowers and the weeds You’ll see … Continue reading Water Heart and Seed
Baby Bigots?
I should have binge watched Arrow. Good reviews, a guy show, and a box of Orville Reddenbacher’s Extra Butter Popcorn next to the microwave; I was ready to give my Easy Comforts memory foam a full on workout. But then I had a wait-wait thought, geezer version. A flash of memory about a video from … Continue reading Baby Bigots?
Cam’s Sad Sad Dab
It has been quite a while since hair products have held sway over me– though I applied shampoo to the top of my head long after it was only the wispy dreamers on the sides that needed tending–but when Cam Newton, Carolina’s polarizing quarterback, league MVP and media VIP, attracted national attention for his dab, … Continue reading Cam’s Sad Sad Dab
Ballot ’16
The Bully barks in orange glow Stuns the weak ones row on row His politics are of a piece He burps up sheep and dabs with fleece The Bubble’s head turns right or left Dependent on the donors’ heft Her policies perch on a vane And all her answers, Puddentaine For the Ballot fair and … Continue reading Ballot ’16
Deep Breath
That’s funny, I thought to myself as I reread these blog postings from Introduction thru Air Quotes and really it was odd it hadn’t popped out at me before, conscious as I am of everything I’m putting out to the world through this latest exercise in writing, writing with purpose for the first time on … Continue reading Deep Breath
Bob Wins The Big One
Bob Dylan has won the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature. Somebody tell Watson. They seemed close. The grizzled pitchman for Cadillac, Pepsi, Victoria Secret and IBM has been awarded the highest prize in Literature, for “having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.” Well, duh. Or, they could just ask the 98% … Continue reading Bob Wins The Big One
Masked & Synonymous
Bob Dylan is still the 2016 Nobel Laureate for Literature. It wasn’t LSD in the water or a viral hoax or a rip in the Matrix. The Swedish Academy, two words without a hint of masculinity, showed some stones. They just got the category wrong. The Nobel should have been for Alchemy. Dylan does indeed … Continue reading Masked & Synonymous
Traffic Light
My first thought was nautical: She's broad in the beam. So was my second. He's three sheets to. I pegged them instantly as a breed of retired couples I've become very fond of. Homey and doughy and okay with that. They spend the golden years, health be damned, doing the things that got them through that grind of the last ten working … Continue reading Traffic Light
Clutter
You'll notice a few old posts from my now defunct blog, letdandoit, showing up here in the next few hours. I had automatically renewed the url, but truth is, I'm in a new phase of my life now, and that vanity project has lost its power to self delude. But I do want to put … Continue reading Clutter
’60S Love
Today’s topic was furnished by my Dear One, who responded to my musing out loud–talking to myself, in elderspeak–with jack rabbit reflex: ’60’s Love. Did you mean, ahem, relations between people in their sixties? No, no, the 1960’s! Love in the hippie days! Whew. Now that I know my imagination will be filled with young … Continue reading ’60S Love
