GUS

    The path from the road to the house is an eight of a mile. It curves a bit  to the left before it reaches the house. On an August morn arrived a tiny noir package, only two and a half pounds. It parked itself on the deck near the barbacue grill. Next day it was still there. We put out a small dish of milk and ignored it. Another day passed and we noticed it had climbed up to the lower shelf on the grill where the folded fire blanket is.

    Three days and it still is here. Bill loves cats, maybe it is time to have a pet. We knew the vet from the last cat that had wandered to the deck and we tried to rescue but was too late to do any good. So we took the black ball to the vet to make sure it was healthy and get whatever shots were necessary.

    First we named her Augusta to remind us we found her in August but the vet said it was a he. It was so small we could not tell. So we named him Augustus, Gus for short.

    All was well, we let him in the house, gave him a bath and adjusted to a small creature among us. He was an indoor pet, young and energetic. He seemed too active for indoors so we began to let him out for some fresh air and another look at the world.

    One day, he came home and could hardly walk. He could not be touched and cried a lot. Finally we ventured to pick him up and take him to the vet. Without an x-ray machine the vet could not be certain but he thought Gus had a broken leg, and we would have to take him to another vet two towns east of us. It was Sunday night and the vet would meet us at the  clinic. The vet and his wife had been to the movies. X-rays proved that Gus had a broken femur and would need surgery. The vet would operate tomorrow morning and we could pick Gus up on Tuesday.

    The top part of the femur had to be removed, the vet said, and he would heal fine. He needed to see Gus in a week to remove the stitches. Three days later we were back at the vet because Gus had pulled out two of the stitches. Now Gus had what they called staples in his hip, and again we would have to return in a week to have the staples removed, four of them. And it would only cost us one thousand dollars.

    What we did learn at this new vets office is that our Gus is a Maine Coon, with his long black hair and  could grow as large as thirty-pounds. We gasped!

    He is an odd little fellow, not so little any more at sixteen pounds. He loves to go out in the rain and has no problem getting soaked. I think he does it just so we can wrap him in a towel to dry him off so he doesn't leak all over the house. He understands English and does come when called. He is definitely from Missouri, 'Show me' is what he does when asked what do you want, show me. He sits in front of the refrigerator when he wants wet food, he stands in front of his bowl when he is low on dry food. When he wants to go out he stands or sits by the kitchen door and screams for someone to let him out.

     When Gus catches a field mouse, he of course wants to bring it in, we do not humor him that far.
After he comes into the sun room he must be brushed before he is permitted into the house. His long hair catches too much brush and leaves to let him wander free. He runs into the sun room up to the door to the laundry room. I stand half way between both doors and order him, commere, commere, commere(slang for come here). He turns around from the laundry room door and comes to be brushed or combed. Then, once the door is opened he makes a mad dash for the food, eats, maybe has some water then turns around and yells to go back out.

     He sleeps with Bill, curled up near his knee. Sometimes he jumps up on Bills chest at three in the morning and smells close to Bills face. A quiet wake up call to be let out.

    We don't know where he goes when outside, except for the times he brings us mice, or when he chases the  birds that rest in the bush near the house. He disappears for hours and Bill worries. Sometimes we can easily notice the limp. Occasionally he lays down near his bowl of food and paws a few pieces out of the bowl and brushes them close to his mouth to eat. He will only drink water standing up or sitting up. He has a pitcher near his food. He loves when there is fresh ice cubes in with the water and spends time trying to catch a cube, or he like the ice water on his paw to wash other parts, either and or both.

    We bought one of those towers for him to scratch at and climb, it also has a little cubby hole. We had to put stones on the bottom to hold the tower secure. It is really made for little cats that don't have much weight. We added about twenty five pounds of rock to the bottom so he could not tip it over. It has little pompoms hanging and a rope to scratch at. Gus is mildly amused with them.

    One of his favorite amusements is when I walk around the house dragging a length of twine, about a yards worth. He chases us through the rooms until I am tired of the exercise.

    A favorite is when  we roll a crumpled scrap of paper in the palms of our hands as for meatballs. He hears the sound and runs behind a piece of furniture poised to attack. When it's thrown he jumps at it like a ping pong ball. He  will only fetch when HE wants to play.

  He's been with us now seventeen months, a member of the family, boss of the bosses. He has us wrapped around his paw and as long as there is food in his bowl, water in his pitcher and someone to open the doors for him, everything is fine, there is peace. The boss is satisfied.

   

Fw: CNN Republican Folly 1.26.12

 

 

Sent: Saturday, January 28, 2012 2:01 AM

Subject: CNN Republican Folly 1.26.12

If the Republican Party believes they have done anything to advance their cause, think again. In the history of debate nothing comes close to this dismal display of rancor. The candidates have imploded.

 

More harm has been done to the Republican Party from within than anything the Democratic news army could throw at them.

 

These men showed no harmony of party, no respect for themselves nor America.

 

Who would want to vote for men who attack each other and call each other friends.

Who would want to elect someone who can not accurately berate a party member.

They are supposed to be on the same side.

 

We again heard nothing new.

We again heard no voice for America, or if we did it was a whisper.

 

Let us see, a voice for America:

Mr Santorum is so angry and cannot contain himself to debate. His anger rages before him. Would you want him near the switch.

He continues to remind us that his father came off the boat, and that he, Rick Santorum has fathered children. He also reminds us that he has been a fighter for twenty years to fix what is wrong with Washington. But Washington is not fixed.

 

Mr. Romney, the smooth one with the expensive education and expensive life reeks of money. He claims he made his own fortune, but with whose fortune did he get his start. Poverty has never touched him nor has anything. Mr Clean. The guy will never be able to meet with a third world leader and make them feel as an equal. How will he be an asset to an ever shrinking wealth of nations. How many clean shirts do you think he puts on in a day. Do you think, when he was a kid, he took out the garbage, once, just to see where it went. The Marie Antoinette of America. Let him eat cake.

 

The newt is the ever changing salamander, remaking himself, or is he the newton that studied light. His baggage is suspect. Although he is the brightest of the bunch he is the sloppiest, resting on his laurels. Perfection is not what he strives for, more for, amusement. He has thought things through. The trip to the moon although realistic in the sense that the race for outer space is leaving us in the dust of the milky way and that is a shame on America. It is a good dream for the nation and should have been delivered with some care. Because the roads to Florida all need to be repaved. Silly man thought we were not listening. We were.

 

the Doctor, like Dr Who, scares us too. His islolationist stance reminds us that we all must live on this small planet and play together. We cannot live on our own little island. We are all connected by the economic game. And unless he changes his rigid position about the world and what our role should be, he is the loosest cannon too.

 

The more they speak, the better Obama looks, at least we know  he does not care about america.

 

 

Dear Diary 1.18.12 Not easy to read

We are becoming worried.

There is this nagging distress. It is growing to an overwhelm. It
is eroding any sense of well being. It is discomfort, it is a sore
festering, to seethe and foam, it spreads threads of the warning signs,
danger. The knot in the pit of the stomach, the raised hairs on the back
of the neck, the chill at the spine, all the commonsense alarms to
harbingers of hazard.

Sadness, disappointment, pain, anguish. Decades with knowledge,
compassion, regard, equality, justice, rights, freedoms now threatened.

A war is being waged on terror. A war is being waged on drugs, and now
again there is talk of waging another war, A war on females. Not
physically to kill them but to maim for life, in prison, coraled like
cattle, devouring rights and voice, freewill and choice. Chained to
pillars. Tied to rails. Slaves. Scarred for life, branded, altered.

A movement gaining strength. A massive crowd with no regard for
female. The group that is fighting to choose to deny female any rights
to control what happens to the body of female, a burgeoning voice
forcing their will to condemn female to a gulag. Using female to
reproduce against their will.

As a machine, to sustain, without regard, chained, enslaved
without rights, feelings, aspirations, dreams. Detached from the stage
of freewill, the backbone of the Great American Dream, the right to
life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, locked into the dungeons of
despair, disfigurement, degregadation, owned, used, forgotten.
Carelessly without regard, a machine for reproduction, possession,
punishment.

Female, unable to prevent one result of sexual intercourse, without
the advantage of privilege, a male equally unable to prevent this
outcome, but who, will *not* be forced, *not be* imprisoned, *not* be
forced to suffer the result, the one who gets 'the get out of jail free
card'. Female is punishment, one sided retribution , for in fact, it
is punishment for two errors, male and female, an error of
irresponsibility or ignorance. She, female, forced live the sentence,
entombed in the constancy, no where to hide, no eyes to close, no rest,
no sleep, no dreams, no choice, only the nightmare, 'doing time'.

Committing life gets the same punishment as committing death.
There is no chance for appeal no sigh of denial, no excuse, there is no
reprieve, life in prison, no parole, for female. Forced to mutate.

The abrogation of the rights of female in a country that parades
itself as the land of the free, a country that boasts the rights of
all, the country with the laws to protect all its citizens rights,
now, wishing to segregate the female into the land of the slave, the
chattel. The land that will seed the threads of the new divide, the new war.

The battle that belongs in the *Dark Ages*, with the moats,
dungeons, disease and pestilence, the time of ignorance fraught with
fear filth and the mud of madness.

Amongst us, are those who fervently believe in the sanctity of human
life and yet willfully void their alleged enemies.

Give me liberty or give me death.

Will it be seen that female will join together to renounce the
affront to their rights or will they bow to the laws /laid /by males.
Can female shoe strength, demand equality, and rights.

And if female chooses *not* to terminate the duality, thus then,
male *will *be held accountable for his actions. For female "with child"
there will be male equally responsible and accountable for said child
that enters the world.

When male is held responsible with female for emotional unions that
progeny will have the opportunity to become something, rather than a
drain on society.

As long as male steals away from confronting actions and female is
left with the burden, we have, a society that does not recognize the
rights of female. And we have a child, who will have begun a life of
need. Charles Dickens warns, "Beware the child called want, beware the
child called ignorance" and every child who begins life with want will
inevitably be a child of ignorance and need. The need of which society
can not deliver because that child would have lived the beginnings of
life unwelcome, in the first 'home', and will have shared an abode with
someone who did not like nor want to be with them, resented from the
beginning , and would not know love nor the warmth of being wanted. A
child unwanted is always looking and searching for want. This then would
be the members of the new society that would be forced upon all of us.
The new society.

2012 ABC Republican Presidential Candidates Debate

     Can it get any funnier.these guys don't realize that people are listening to them.  At times they sound like bickering classmates, elementary mates at that.

 

    Gay marriage was an issue that was turned around to religious persecution, stealthily done by Mr Gingrich reporting that the Catholic Church in some states were prevented from offering adoption services because they would not let gay couples adopt. It seems they would rather have a child grow parentless, rather than being loved by parent or parents, regardless of what they do sexually. They all we strong for privacy rights but encroach upon homosexual rights to privacy. Judging how a person shares love is what they were very strong about. Being a loving couple gives you no equal rights, except for the newt, he was in fact in favor of concessions. There was strong feelings for keeping the male female hierarchy with recognition of no other lifestyle. The family as core is what they were pushing for.[Mr Huntsman's feelings, I am not very clear about]. Mr Santorum is the most rigid against any recognition for gay rights. The financial benefits of marriage ie tax breaks etc seem still to be a private club for male female unions. [What the gay community should do in protest is buy two family homes, have partners marry other partners i.e.  one lesbian partner marry one homosexual partner and their respective other partners marry, therefore affording them the finincial benefits of marriage(currently denied them) and they will thus be elligible to adopt. 

 

    That of course is not acceptable ethically, for very many feelings would have to be suppressed, but if you wanted to get even with the establishment, that is the way to do it.

 

     Rules, that is what is the issue, and who gets to make them. Status quo is what they want, although some of them up there have changed the rules, making divorce the norm. It is good for a child to be reared in an environment where they are made familiar with both male and female tendencies but when there are excess children thrown away, who are in desperate need of a life, why should they be denied love. The rule is the rule and that is that.

 

       Mr. Huntsman was the strongest character with a plan. Mr's Paul and Perry wanted to bicker. Mr Gingrich seemed the wounded dog.

 

        Mr Romney at one point refused to answer a question and instead went on his high horse tirade of beating up on the president. He thought it more important to dump on someone than address the issue presented. It looked like the kid wanted to play his own game.

 

        We laughed a lot, it was the funniest thing  we have watched in a long time, except when I decided to close my eyes to listen to see if I could hear who was telling the truth(try it for the next debate, they will appear different). Sad commentary, a debate to consider the next leader and it was more a joke.

The Pantry

 

 

   

 

    Dictionaries define a pantry as a small room used for storing foodstuffs and implements. Our pantry is more than that, it is a storeroom of  family history and ethnic diversity.

 

 

   There, on that shelf are grandma's Guardian Service pots and pans circa nineteen-forty - nineteen-fifty. Thick aluminum vessels to first be warmed by low heat,  which becomes stored in the pot which will becomes hotter than the heat source and is retained. The pots crackled exterior is difficult to keep clean but grandma and mom kept the pots spotless. The thick dome shaped glass covers sport a knights helmet and crossed axes in the shape of gingko leaves on poles. Pieces have been added to the collection, little gems found at yard sales, these 'new' old pots are not immaculate, time has not been as kind to them.  The griddle is a solid aluminum about an inch thick.  Sunday mornings Mom made silver dollar pancakes,  then, our eyes were level with the griddle and we would watch the batter rise from exposure to the heat.

 

    To scour the griddle, pots and pans a small piece of steel wool was used. It was kept in a plastic container with lid, within, a mixture of water and Rokeach soap (kosher soap) which as a matter of fact, kept the steel wool from rusting and thus one scant patch of steel wool would last until it was scoured away instead of rusted away. Bon Ami powder also would be applied to the pots to remove the oxidation stains without nicking a surface, it  by her side like a sidearm ready to fire.

 

    The view of mom at the sink when she was cleaning a piece of Guardian Service had a distinct rythmn, the motions of her arms and hands a waltz , as she rubbed, rubbed, her body a symphony.  Meticulously inspecting and scrubbing  back and forth, top to bottom adrift and at peace, maybe, she hummed a silent tune to herself, one two three four, one two three. Magic pans in her hands a genie creating something out of nothing. The simplest meals, no meat, colorful, tasty and filling and satisfying. Their honored place of rest a shelf close to the door close to be picked first ot make magic. 

 

 

      At the far wall a pegboard holds tools for the grill, for the hotdogs, shrimp and hamburgers of summer meals without the mess of clean up, carefree fare.  the optimism of spring greets the eye, the subconscious mind wanders to warmer sunshine and short sleeves.

The winter segue that satisfies. The relish is waiting near the saurkraut mustard and ketchup, the four musketeers of spring.

 

    One night I saw the oppossum sitting on the sideboard of the grill. Venturing out to snap a photo, quietly moving closer, it dawns on me that I know  nothing about the personalities of oppossum and  moving closer might be a stupid thing to do, closer,  claws and fangs glare, hastily retreat.

 

     Twice starting the grill without opening the cover, resting frogs have been cooked, ruinning all appetite. Frogs legs are good eating, but  imaginating them incinerating alive is too vivid to consume. And yet, blue gill from the pond, thrown into the fire, be good eating. Primitive meals, primate.

 

   Strainers and collanders hang from their hooks, waiting, for pasta or salad, porcelain, aluminum, fine screens, punched holes, orange yellow and gun metal. They have seen the last of broccoli, cauliflower, peas, green beans, spinach and struffoli too. They have seen vegetables at their best. Some were bought, others  gifts or inherited. More than necessary colorful decorations, art in the pantry.

 

 

    Waiting on the lower shelf is the bowl made in Italy, a painted flower wistfully brushed into the center, it smiles at us when all the pasta is finished. It is near the pasta in boxes or celophane, imported and domestic.

 

 

   Those annoying empty plastic containers are in there too. They annoy because they are empty.  must reside In the sanctum, the vault of treasure, they must reside, even the scarred, must be saved for the collected leftovers, the tidbits of tomorrow and the extras that get shoved into the freezer, a squirrels acorns an insurance deposit buried for security.

 

     Near the crockpot on the topmost shelf the obsolete food proccessor, so says the manufacturer when  attempting to purchase parts . A small pimple of plastic to secure the bowl has long since disappeared, now the tip of a skewer reached down into the space where the dimple was is the only way to get the machine to hum the whirls into the consistency for a mixture. It is more than thiry years old, resting in the warmth of an uppermost shelf, obsolete.

 

    The most used utensils are stored in the pantry, ready and handy. The others, the once in a while used tools , the piepan and cake pans are stored on the laundryroom shelves.  The lesser tier in the hierarchy of the kitchen{unless you are a baker by trade}.

 

    Lining the short wall in the pantry to the left, in little cubby holes five inches deep, debut the life of spices.   A large bottle with the last of the Hungarian Paprika. Purchased at Botany Village, New Jersey more than fourteen years ago. It sits in a cubby hole all it's own. It is added sparingly to savor our past and to reinforce our heritage, to warm us and wake us up. Bought in specialty shop with fresh homemade appetizers, sausage and cheese. There was a room separated by glass, where the machine to make fresh mozzarella sat, a big metal vat maybe five feet in diameter. The store had  shelves filled with goodies, cookies, candies, pastas sauces, beans, olives anchovies, nuts and on an on.

 

    If all the spices that crowd the shelves in the pantry had containers the same size they would be stacked  alphabetically, Chili Powder, Chinese Five Spice Powder, Italian Parsley, Indian Curry, to find them easily.  The cinammon container is much larger than the ground black pepper or the cracked black pepper near the cardamon seeds and the star anise sitting next to the large jar of this years dried hot peppers alongside the cans and jars of olives, black and green that are below the capers and tuna fish. All the spices are on the short wall out of order. The most useful way of filing them is to put the most used closer to the door and the larger containers towards the back of the pantry. The order always changes when something new is added like Thai Fish Sauce or the Oregano and Basil dried from the garden. Musical spice.

 

 There is ofcourse a spot for bandages, in various sizes, the little covers, handy when the knife has to test itself, or the grater nicks the knuckles.

 

    That same short wall holds sweet jams from the summer berries, store bought marmalades, salad dressings for the local greens, oriental spices to throw into the wok.  

 

        Pantry, from the old French word Paneterie, a bread closet and Panetier, the servant in charge of bread.  The pantry a servant in charge storing and securing the foodstuffs. The many foodstuffs that have  evolved since the first man made the first loaf of bread.

 

    For your consideration, the sevant in charge of bread, someone who stares at, yet can not touch what is in front of him. Was he in the tent, in a building, how did he get to be in charge of the bread, was it a promotion or demotion. Oh, what do you do for a living, I am in charge of the bread. Did the servant make the bread or guard the bread, dictionaries do not tell the whole story.

 

 

 

    To the back shelf  sits the  antique glass juicer, a round object with a reamer in the center and a well below the reamer, for fresh 'squeezed' orange juice or lemonade with a sprig of  the spearmint from the garden. This juicer was a great invention, dense yet not heavy, misleading at a glance, light enough to grab with one hand with a glass ring at a side, to securly hold for pouring or reaming.  An old piece of glass that looks brand new, who owned it before, what did they pay for it, was it as respected then, as it is now.

 

    Jars of pickled red cabbage and pickled beets are on that side too, near the stone mortar and pestal, a tool used by the ancients, as we, to grind  seeds into spice . It too is on a low shelf to protect it, a place where maybe it will not fall to break. When in use, transforms a kitchen into a cave filled with aromas. 

 

    Pantries have personality, charm from around the globe. The whole world in a closet. There, the whole world is home.

2012

                  A new beginning
                 A new day
                  A new life
                   And a new opportunity

          Before we begin
          Behind the future
             Better prepared
           Be there
                    Begin at the beginning
      

           Can be done
             Can do
          Careful
            Caution
                 Calamity
           

            Develop a plan
               Determine a goal
           Design
                 Designate
             Do
                Devote the attitude to succeed
           Disappoint no one, especially the self


       Energize
          Expedite
        Expand, let the mind absorb the new
Expect nothing, so whatever you get will be appreciated
         Express yourself without vehemence
     Extend yourself to extraordinary

         Free, a new beginning
Free, a new opportunity
   Free, without unhelpful
Free, with helpful, say something helpful
    Free, do not waste time on useless
         Free, avoid unhelpful
  Free, to think happy thoughts
     Free, to see every day, as a new day
 Free, every day to be a new person
    Freedom, to let go of the thoughts and things that do nto work
Free, light and airy
   Free, happy AND sad
      Free, knowing happiness you must also know sad
Free, to enjoy the happy, to really feel happy, because you know, somewhere you will get to know sad

        Gee,  a new year, a new day, a new me
 Gee, a new year, a new day, a new you
     Good is far more enjoyable than bad[sometimes always never]
    Grateful - that there is a roof over my head when it rains
        Gallant to march forward
     Gentle to touch someone with kindness
Gibberish, the opposite of genuine
      Give a gracious gift
   Gossip with goodwill
Grown up, responsible for the self
 Gulp and grin and gather, rather...

      HIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

Dear Diary 12.25.11

Dear Diary,

       Since our last communication much has evolved. America has begun or is reinforcing it's religious persuasion. There seems to be an increased need to profess it's christian ethic. Television, radio, news commentary, everything and everyone is praising the rules of every sect of christianity. There is also a dis appreciation for any other  god fearing upbringing. Christmas music is everywhere, you can not turn on the radio or television without being bombarded with the indocrination chants. For some reason christians have a need to sell their beliefs to all. They want everyone to think the way they do, like stepford wives.

      It is really bothering me, here in America, there is no longer a separation of church and state, not that there really ever was, nor church from store, or radio or television. It is like George Orwell professed in the book 1984, big brother is everywhere. America is melting into a giant church and every other religion is fading into oblivion. The christians are taking over, showing force and professing that America is founded upon their faith and that their faith is what is the driving force.

     Like the witch hunts, and the crusades, there is a fever of furvor, fanaticism and frenzy reminiscent of the old movies showing the natives on the island dancing to the voodoo chants. These people are blinded by their beliefs and have no consideration for opposing or not even opposing points of view. They, like the extreme muslims seem positioned to leave no survivors. They both believe that they are so right they have the right to destroy anything that gets in their path. Thinking people beware. You are being killed by beliefs founded on more beliefs with no substance other than history to back them up. They are right because so and so said so, as per so and so.

     No one, no woman is willing to admit out loud , that the stories they are worshipping are written by me and are therefore subject to their primal rage to be the alpha male. It is in fact, a very bad situation. Before reason was the hope, there is no more reason. Blind fury is sweeping up the male population and sucking up the women too. The sides are being drawn. You are either, muslim or christian and everything in between will be wiped out with the enemy of either the christian or muslim. Who ever invented religion was brilliant. Control the masses with fear and you control the world.

    The age of enlightenment, the age of reason , the age of intellect is being wicked away with the flickering light of thought that is snuffed into the darkness. The feeding frenzy of fear is enveloping the world smothering any progress toward enlightenment, back to the dark ages. Thank you binney ladden et al for the new world of gray, the palor of sickness, the wreak of wrotting waste, the excrement of the bowels of fear, the wanton ignorance sweeping away every leaf of knowledge into the abyss of the galaxies of the unknown, the black holes that do not succor, the black holes that errode every matter of fact. Religious regrection of reality rights reason and reasonableness resulting rigid rigor rancid repulsion. All the years of progress falling into the blackness sinking into nothingness falling into the past to the gray cloud and the dark alley where no light enters. The muslim winter of the rest of our lives, the muslim christian winter of deafness dumbness and blindness.

    Sincerely sorry for all the bad news.
yours truly.
miceLLe

IRAQ

          Where have all the soldiers gone...

What will happen next

Why did they leave

What will IRAQ do next

When will we see

Who will lead

Whose house is it any way

What does it all mean

When have all the soldiers gone...

Why have all the soldiers

 

We will see

 

IRAQ

IRAQ

IRAQ

will the country be able to cover its back

will the country be under attack

will the country be on the way back

 

shall the country grow

shall the country prosper

shall the people...

        live normal lives

        be free

        be safe

        begin.

 

Without America there

 will IRAQ

        be more than the Persia it once was

         aspire to democracy

          lead the mideast

           stand central and bridge the gap

            or fall on its back

              and discover much it lack

               or rise and grow

                to be best in show

                   to lead

                        to grow

                         to nuture

                           to educate

                                to liberate

                                    to free

                                      to see

                                         all and everything it could be.

Happy Birthday IRAQ

 

All alone, on its own, standing, walking, breathing and talking

   Bigger than life

          free from strife

               give them a chance

                  give them a life

                      let them sort it out

                         let them not fight it out

                            let them  be

                             more than animals we humans be

                                   fear, greed, ignorance, want

                                     leave their doorstep

                                        leave their table

                                             leave their country

                                                 leave them free

Happy Birthday IRAQ

wishing you the very best

and happiness.     

IOWA Republican Debate

          Yes, the candidates got together again to debate the ill and assets of the opposition and each other.

Was there little or anything new to be heard, perhaps, but it was not said. All the candidates espoused what they would accomplish if elected, and none gave an effective argument of their success.

           It remains to be seen, as they say.

           The first and foremost decision each American voter will use to select their choice for leader, is security. Ron Paul, Dr, Mr, and Congressman believes we are not in danger. Anyone who does not agree with him will move to one side of the room.

           The second decision for selection is abortion. The strongest pro life candidate is Mr Senator Santorum, even though Ms Congresswoman Bachman has plenty of her own and others. The other candidaes you must choose for yourself whether or not you believe their flip flop side straddle (I am not clear about  Governor Huntsman and his position except he has plenty of kids too.)

            Yes, Jobs count too! but the other two issues are what people are passionate about, pro and con.

Lots of men like to tell women what they can and can not do with their bodies and want it to stay that way, and will use any excuse to justify their control. Religion is a good one.

American dominance always is the covert motivator for aggression, the defense industry lobby is another good one.

Brain washing a populace when the people are afraid is emblematic of generations, nations, religions and elementary school teachers. A thinking people are a free people. Free time gives one the opportunity to ponder the validity of beliefs, and whether or not to adapt those thoughts either to the changing times or the changing limit of information.

             Therefore, it becomes obvious, that the voting population will choose the candidate that best voices the thoughts and choices of the individual. In other words, parrots what the voter is thinking, reading their mind, selling the story that the voter wants to buy. Even though, the voter knows in his or her heart, that the plan put forth by the candidate will in fact probably not be executed.

             If Mr Paul or Mr Perry get the majority vote they will reevaluate internation spending, but why do they say they will cut spending when they have not addressed the facts now. Like the old time stories, the black and white politicans of the silver screen of the nineteen thirties and forties, "I will clean up the town, and root out all the illegal (booze, prostitution, drugs etc). If foreign subsidies are withdrawn we will really see who our friends are, and in whose interest is that. How many corporations will be destroyed by that move, how many international companies, shareholders, workers, and families will be impacted - world wide chaos! worse than depression - anarchy- absurdity - That will never happen, no matter who is elected. So if you 'want to believe' that will be done, rub the lamp and cross your fingers it will not affect your job.

            Now SEX is another strong issue, reproduction is man's right, even if he can't afford to feed his issue. Notice I say, he, as opposed to they or she, because men believe that is their god given right, and their religion backs them up. Seventy virgins for a dead Muslim is a lot of -------! And their book of law makes it right. Christians too, or Catholics, because I am not particularily versed in the other 'branches' of christianity, are warned eternal damnation if they in any way reduce the potential of the Catholic population - is this a way to garner a majority, perhaps.

            So, the lines are drawn, choose one, kill the enemy before he kills you, or, ---- the women.

Those who neither feel strongly or weakly about either issue will go with the candidate that is selling the sales pitch of, "I can bring you the high paying job, or the blue collar job" depending upon where you believe you should be in the hierarchy of ecomomic population. Regardless of where the market is, or the demand. Computers win! Anything to do with the mechanical brain and how grandly it shall grow, is the way to go. But, then you will be replaced by the brain you built. Catch 22 or sudden death.

            If you believe the sales pitch, buy the candidate with your vote and hope that your wishes will be in the mainstream come election day.

            George H W Bush was elected when the nation was equally divided. If there are more security scared Americans who will, in your humble estimation, protect us. Will Mr Obama do the right thing for our safety, has he shown dilligence for our wellbeing, or has one of the runners for his seat shown more strength.

            And are you willing to risk the security of a nation to save an embryo or two or three.

Eeney meanie miney mo.

            There is no one individual who can protect our best interests, we can only place our bets on the one we believe who will surround the white house with and listen to great minds, and that is no guarantee that the right thing will be done or that we will be safe. Take responsibility for yourself and for your choice, be the educated consumer buying the government you believe, trust, wish and hope will be the right one to lead the people and then cross your fingers.  

Deep Breaths, this is a test

   Take a deeep breath

exhale slowly through the mouth

Be sure that the abdomen is expanding

 

Take another deep breath

again exhale slowly through the mouth

 

Now

Take a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds

and then exhale through the mouth

 

This exercise repeated

is supposed to help

it relieving fatigue, pain and depression.

 

If you do this regularily

and get relief

please let me know.

thank You.

 

 

PETERSON KAHN FIGHT

    Did you happen to see the fight on December  11, 2011. If you did you know that the boxing world is up to it's old stuff.

 

    Peterson had lousy footwork and maybe should practice it. He also kept his head in Kahns face while pushing him into the ropes, AND gave Kahn a low blow.  Referee Cooper did not see any of it, and when Kahn was pushing Petersons head out of his face, the Ref took a point off, twice.

 

    Kahns form is more like a boxer, and they both fought using all their energy. A good performance by both men BUT Kahn lost the fight that was his. Fixed? Maybe? Fair?NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Look at the rerun. There is no way Peterson should have been declared the winner of the fight, and there is no way that Cooper should be a referee.

 

    Boxing is a very ugly job, putting your body in harm's way on purpose, defending yourself against an opponent who sometimes is not honorable, who sometimes is not ethical, who sometimes is much bigger, to test your skill of defense, eye hand foot coordination. The ultimate test of a true champion, hand to hand combat. Twelve three minute confrontations, sweat, blood, pain, scars, damage. Men and sometimes women challenging themselves to ignore fear and give everything they have, risk permanent damage to their mind or body to battle for a title, the best. And these young people give everything, all their resources to prove themselves, and all for naught.

 

    And yet there are no investigations, not outcry for injustice. Fixed, and if think it was not fixed, either by a prejudiced referee, or a bought referee, or bought judges, you believe in the tooth fairy.

 

    A good fight gone bad, by not being fair. And these young people comprimised, black and white, in front of our eyes, only now you can see the fight in color making the loss all the more dramatic. Will not someone come to their aid, will not the shining knight in armour ride to their rescue.

THE REPUBLICAN DEBATE ON ABC

The better way to watch that debate was to tape it and watch fifteen or twenty minutes after it started. The commercials made the debate seem moot, more commercials than questions.

 

The best line was from Ron Paul, when asked what if anything he had learned from some of the other candidates , he said persistence - never give up on the opposition - if you state your case they will come your way, (regarding Mr Perry)

 

The debates are becoming tiresome, they keep saying the same thing the same way, repeating themselves like parrots. Mr Romney still looks sterile, not a wrinkle or a ruffle out of place, someone said he was like Ken (of Barbie & Ken)

 

Mr Gingrich at 68, today looked a bit tired, perhaps he was bored with the same questions.

 

Mr Perry today was clearer, his brain was connected to his mouth and he held his own.

 

Mr Huntsman was not there.

 

Mr Santorum was more engaged and had equal time to speak, even though again, Romney and Gingrich got more time than the others.

 

Ms Bachman said she was 55 and has been working for fifty years?

 

Foreign policy, the middle class, healthcare, taxes, child labor, immigration, values and truth were all covered.

 

It is interesting that none of them had a new routine, all performers change their act to enable them to engage their audience, these people don't know that, or don't care.

 

It appears to me today, that none of them will beat Mr Obama. None of them have presented anything (except Mr Paul, and his foreign policy views are so radical to isolationism that they seem a bit foolish for the twenty first century) that could woo a Democrat. or an independent.

 

There is no real plan, nothing concrete from any of them. I know they say alot, well, maybe Mr Perry with his novel idea cutting congress' salary in half and have them  work six months at home doing something else.

 

Only the unemployed will turn the tide of this election, whom they choose will be the deciding factor, if they vote.

 

Mr Gingrich was challenged with his three marriages by the question of whether or not fidelity in marriage should be a deciding factor in choosing a leader. He said, truth counts(not his words)

 

It was a more engaging debate, and less interesting coming down to choosing the least of the evils.

Good luck to us.

SELF

HELLO SELF

ALL ALONE

NO ONE ELSE THERE

NOR HERE

 

ALL ALONE SELF

KEEPING SELF COMPANY

THE DAYS GO BYE

DRIFTING WITH THE SKY

 

TIME AGAIN PASSES

THE SELF

A LITTLE MORE SHOWING TODAY

EVERY DAY A LITTLE MORE SHOWING

 

WAS ALWAYS THERE

LIVING SOMETIME IN FEAR

WILL THEY LIKE ME

WILL I MAKE THE GRADE

AM I WORTHY

WHERE IS THE SAFE PLACE

WHERE FORE I SHALL STAY

HOME

HEARTH

HEAVEN

WONDERING AGAIN

 

HELLO SELF

HOW ARE YOU

HAVE YOU FOUND YOUR HOME

HAVE YOU FOUND THE PLACE

TO HANG YOUR HAT

SELF

IS THAT YOU

THE REAL YOU

THE ONE WHO YOU ARE

OR THE ONE THEY WANT YOU TO BE

 

SELF

THE ONE TRUE TO ME

THE ONE THAT GIVES ME PEACE

THE ONE

 

WITHOUT THE ILLUSIONS

WITHOUT THE DELUSIONS

SELF

AT PEACE

 

SELF

WITH ME

ALONE WITH ME

COMFORTABLE

WITH ME

 

HAPPY WITH SELF

THE YOU

THE ME

THE ONLY ONE HERE

WITH THE SELF AND ME

 

CELEBRATE TODAY

CELEBRATE ME

CELEBRATE SELF

CELEBRATE

 

THE LONG ROAD IS TRAVELLED

THE ROAD IS CLEAR

THE SELF IS NEAR

 

THERE IS NOWHERE ELSE TO GO

TO GET TO HERE

 

JUST YOU

JUST ME

JUST US

JUST SELF

AT HOME

AT PEACE

AT WE

WHO WE SEE

JUST YOU

JUST ME

JUST SELF

 

IT IS AS IT SHOULD BE

COMFORTABLE WITH ME

COMFORTABLE WITH SELF

AT HOME

AT PEACE

IN THE PLACE

WHERE EVER WE HAPPEN TO BE.

We, Americans

America is losing

We believe now that it is ok to deny someone their rights

because they do something that harms us

 

 

We, America, have no problem giving the military the right to keep persons

in prisions without trials

 

We, America

preach freedom to the world

but do not afford the enemy the introduction to the rights of the free

 

We, America

think our nation is better than any and every other

but we errode the beauty of the nation

by living the double standard

 

We, America

are forgetting the beauty of freedom

 

We, America

are so afraid

we are not thinking

We are cheating ourselves of the honesty and integrity of the system

 

Because we are not following the letter of the law

in regards to terrorists, we are shrinking

becoming as small as the enemy

Our high ideals are no more

 

Interrogation takes the place of torture

It is so important for us to know what the enemy is doing

WE ARE BECOMING THE ENEMY

ask John McCain

the man in America most noted for surviving the cruelty of the enemy

 

When you take away the humanity

we become animals

and are governed by animals

who think nothing of being cruel

in the name of America

 

We are being governed by those

who believe killing the enemy is far more beneficial

the having the enemy brought before a trial of his peers

Peers in this sense is a person who thinks

whether or not he thinks like the enemy

whether or not he has lived with the enemy

 

We have become "THE LORD OF THE FLIES"

BECAUSE WE ARE AFRAID

 

We, America

are afraid to test our laws on the enemy

we are afraid the enemy will win

 

THE ENEMY HAS ALREADY WON

WE HAVE GIVEN UP THE RULE OF LAW OF THE LAND

WE ARE ALLOWING THE JUSTIFICATION OF FEAR

TO RULE THE LAND

RIGHTS ARE

WHAT WE ALL WANT

RIGHTS ARE

WHAT WE AMERICANS ARE SO PROUD OF

RIGHTS ARE

WHAT GIVES A FREE NATION

HARMONY

 

WITHOUT RIGHTS

WE ARE DOOMED TO THE DUNGEONS

OF THE PAST

WE ARE CLIMBING BACK INTO THE DARK AGES

THE TIME OF IGNORANCE AND WANT

WE ARE DEPRESSING FREEDOM

WE ARE REMOVING RIGHTS

ONE AT A TIME

SO IT APPEARS PAINLESS TO THE POPULATION

 

KILL THE ENEMY

MILITARY RULES

WE ARE PREPARING FOR WAR

WE ARE PREPARING FOR THE TIME OF DESTRUCTION

WE ARE PREPARING FOR A LONG AND DIFFICULT

DEPRESSION

WE ARE PREPARING FOR THE WHOLESALE SLAUGHTER

IT IS OUR TURN

 

NATION UPON NATION HAS RECOILED

SWORDS ARE DRAWN

 

THE ILLUSION OF DIPLOMACY IS

SWAYING AMERICANS INTO BELIVING

 

BEING POOR

HAVING NOTHING

WANTING NOTHING

DOING NOTHING

 

IS ALL OK

AS LONG AS WE KILL THE ENEMY

 

BAD HABITS

DISREGARD

SLOPPY

 

If we, America, choose to deny any human being

the rights we so strongly fight for

we are hypocrites

 

If we, America, choose to call someone an enemy

and deny them the full measure of our democracy

we are cheating ourselves

because

we thus, do not see, our legal system at work

we do not get to see the American Constitution at work

 

How can we, Americans

believe so strongly in our Constitution

fail to test it in the court of the world

 

Why do we not show the world our laws at work

We, America, say, we want other nations to

become democratic

Yet, we hide our democracy behind the cloak of

fear

FOOLS, we Americans, we cower in the face of the enemy

We cheat ourselves

We short change the fathers of our democracy

We fail the test of being true Americans

WE FAIL

being humans

we succeed in being animals

reacting instead of thinking,

reasoning and breathing our laws

 

WE, Americans,

are sliding down the slippery slope

into the chasm

of gray

the dingy world

of the dead

the chained, whipped, beaten, starved, scarred, and scared

we are cloaked in the life of the dead

we are sheltered in the world of deceit and distrust

we are covered cruelty

and this we say

is to keep us safe

Safe from the enemy we have become

GOD BLESS AMERICA

so We, Americans, can violate everything she stands for,

motherhood and apple pie,

here's mud in your eye

if you still have one. 

 

America is losing

 

Fw: LET'S START OUR OWN REVOLT

 

 

    Violence

hate anger rage evil chaos revenge pathos

It has been a long time that we have been living under the forces of evil. We have been afraid of our own shadows. They have controlled our lives with fear. We have succumbed to our own demons. We have let them scare us into terror. Terror of what is not there, terror of what is there. We are afraid of bombs, germ warfare, invasion, our neighbor. We walk down the street and will not look around, Or we look around at everyone imagining they are carrying a vest that will blow us and twenty blocks in every direction to bits.

 

    If we a continue to permit fear to rule our lives then they have won. Then they have placed us in  a prison of our own bodies. We have become frozen. Immovable, afraid to venture into life, afraid to turn around, to see what is in fact behind us. We once were a thriving hive of activity. Now we are at dead stop in the water, listening to the pings of the radar. Waiting for the depth charges to explode. We are living on life support. We must at some time soon, return to the surface to replenish our air supply. Should we, dare we, surface now, in the face of the enemy, who wishes us gone. But whose ship is the enemy, which afloat should we fear, which ship should we prevent from coming near. We do not know. We are guessing where the enemy abides, maybe the enemy is here, maybe the enemy is there. Turn.

 

Look over your shoulder, shed the fear, give yourself permission to be free. You have done nothing wrong to be punished for. Forgive yourself, for all the mistakes you have made. The days and the nights are long, and time is a swift companion. You can not be right all the time, and only sometimes you are punished for being wrong. Use your best judgement, trust your feelings. Give in to the urge to live. Take back your life, carry on to where you wanted to be. Let not the fear of the unknown take hold of the only life you have. Venture forth. Give up being controlled by fear. Let your mind explore, let your mind work, let your mind make your life the place you desire. Forget about the danger. Begin to make this world the place of sunshine and flowers. Begin to change the world by one little smile, then make that smile a little bigger, smile at the first person you see, When you feel a bit stronger, when you feel good again about smiling, try a 'good morning'.The first person you see with a grumpy demeanor voice an "hello" and a smile and continue on your way. Plant just one little seed of Happiness, then another, then watch the seeds grow. Give up the long face, give up the anticipation of doom. Share the happiness, tell all your friends to share the happiness. Make this the week that begins the new age of aquarius, the age of love and sunshine and flowers. All beginning with one smile, one twinkle in the eye. Touch a strangers heart with kindness. Let them see that you are happy and that it is ok for them too to be happy. It is far better to live the life of happiness than the life of gloom and doom. What ever happens, you are in the position to choose. Do you choose fear, hate, anger, rage, evil OR do you choose to enjoy the time you have. It is your time. Your clock is ticking, maybe tomorrow you will die of a heart attack, or the day after. If you had only one day left to live, how would you choose to spend it, living a gray drawn face spreading the doom to all around you who will survive. Do you want your survivors to have a good life or do you want them to cower at every corner.

 

   IT IS TIME TO REVOLT against the fear, against the terror which has spread like a wild fire. "fear IS the mind killer", that has the brain dead in the body that still breathes. Open your arms to the world, open your heart to life, do not just be a survivor, be an alivor. Use your time wisely, use your time to let your mind grow. Shut the door in the face of fear, it is neither a friend nor a companion worth nurturing. Block the thoughts that get in your way to happiness. Let happiness be your goal and let the goal of happiness be the golden age of the present, the NOW that is the beginning of our own revolt against the fear that has entombed us in activity. Laugh at danger, Noboby gets out of it alive, we are all going to die, while we are here wouldn't we rather be happy. Rather than growing ulcers over something we cannot see. We are our own worst enemy when we let the fear control our lives, we the fools, who give up the only thing we have, time, and how we spend it. Worry gets us nothing, tell your mind the problem you want it to solve, and get on with your life, trust that your mind will work out the problem, and in the mean time, get on with your life. You are alive, reward yourself with a good life, release the tension in your body and make strides to the sunshine, the happiness, the good life. THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS. it is less expensive than fear.

Make it your own revolt, revolt against the fear that is controlling your life, that is the true enemy. Live and be free, live and breathe.

 

 

   

THANKSGIVING

Remembering a time of less

looking back at the past

knowing where we are

here in the now

 

seeing the world change

watching the new transitions

hearing the needs of others

 

'the winter of our discontent'

the time trying

the age of new

the clock ticking

 

the people with less

the many with few

the few with plenty

the age of want anew

 

some of we are healthy

the others have less than we

the count in America is fourteen percent

14% of the people less able

to care for themselves

to care for others

to be cared for by others

to watch others care for them

 

When thoughts wander to possessions

and things that must be

the clothes new

the tools new

the house new

the shoes new too

the dreams of the things that make

our lives easier

the pleasures to enhance

the days and the nights

the luxuries

the frivolities

that make us feel better about ourselves

 

the things we no longer can have

the stuff that now costs too much

the stuff we are relearning to do without

the better off without

the things we tell ourselves

to train ourselves to do without

the stuff we daydream about having

the stuff we want

just because we want

not because we need

not because it we can't live without

the little treasures we covet

the things our lives must have

we are again learning to do without

to again remember we can live without

 

and again we remember there are many

doing without

 

in America and the rest of the world

some of the young people have had

not to do without

and for them this is a strange event

the silver spoons are now aluminum

the shoes with holes in the soles

with the cardboard cut to fit

to keep the toes from the pavement

the sweaters with holes

the towels with the holes

the ones we use to throw out

the sock with the hole

that now we mend

not being able to afford

to cast them aside

not being able to buy

mend

if it can be sewn

it is good as new

when on the mend

 

less to eat

nothing to eat

not what we like to eat

anything to eat

less meat

rice and beans

beans and rice

lean

we will again

become lean

 

new times

difficult times

different times

not the way we want it to be

times

no longer the lap of luxury

nothing to throw away

nothing to buy

nothing to buy anything with

 

poor

we are entering the age of poor

time to keep an eye on the neighbor

watch that person walking by

have they eaten today

did they eat yesterday

is their hunger a danger

are they too hungry to think

or are they in the pink

 

no longer the time to walk down the street

without noticing what is going on

no longer the time when safe is the norm

not in America, not anywhere

the age of uncertainty

the age of revolt

the age of anger

the age of pain

the age of aggression

the age of aloneness

the age of oneness

the age of the world

crushed by the greed

beaten by the fraud

cheated by the deception

defeated by the lies

beaten by the lies

abused

assaulted

exectued

beseiged

berated

belicose

alone

 

individuals alone

adapting

adjusting

altering

ammending

correcting

shifting

revising

reversing

mutating

changing

morphing

becoming

growing

minding

listening

hearing

seeing

alerting

having

being

knowing

expanding

stretching

reaching

touching

living

 

the new us

with more time on our hands

with less money to spend

the new us

having to amuse ourselves

to do for ourselves

to care for ourselves

to study ourselves

to see who we are

to see where we are

to know what we have

to have what we have

to do without

to do more with less

to be more with less

 

self satisfaction

freedom from pain

nirvana

 

alone and together

simply feeling better

not forgetting

making it better

giving back

not taking away

one nice thing

maybe for a stranger

lets make it better

together

one little thing

the plan

we together

can make it better

even with less

look maybe it is just a test

i'll feel better

you'll feel better

they'll feel better

he'll feel better

she'll feel better

we'll feel better

even the it will feel better

it's not asking a lot

it's not giving a lot

it's just a little bit

everyone doing or giving

just a little bit

to make it better

thank you Jude

 

CNN Republican Security Debate

The debate in Washington DC was a very professional event. The audience was all dressed up and applauded instead of screaming and yelling their approval. Wolf Blitzer was the star, he was not in competition with anyone. He did his job, and was focused on doing his job. Thank you Wolf Blitzer. He also did not scream and yell to be heard. His demeanor is so peaceful that the audience is not distracted by him. We were not present to pay attention to him, he was not the star, yet he was the star. Even though CNN is proportedly Democratic, Mr Blitzer did not steer anything to a Democratic tone.

 

    Getting to the issues and the candidates. Mr Huntsman ended the debate with the focus on America and the distrust of government and unemployment as the issue most pressing. Mr  Gingrich offered a solution to the issue of illegal immigration, offering "legal" status to immigrants who have been here for years, are contributing to the country, having jobs, paying taxes, with children and grandchildren and ties here. He, Mr Gingrich made it clear that these individuals would not be given citizenship status but will be able to continue to live here. Immigrants without ties here would be deported. Considering the fact that there are more than eleven million illegal immigrants here and have been here for years it seems appropriate to begin to count these people as residents. As he said, some of these people did one thing wrong twenty five years ago, and we, America should not break up families for that reason. Mr Paul addressed the issue of the war on drugs, as a failure, and that prescription drugs are more damaging than pot for people with ms.

 

Misters Paul, Huntsman and Gingrich had the most substance to their comments, addressing the issues with thoughtfulness instead of cliches or speaches that did not answer the questions asked.

 

No one asked the question about if there was a Democratic congress how would a Republican President get anything done. The middle east was less of a distraction when talking about Mexico, and the drug cartels, as well as the South American countries which America has been ignoring. Iran and China are the countries which need attention. No one really said anything of substance about how to effectively suppress Iran's ability to go nuclear, except for Mr Perry wanting a no fly zone over Syria who is a ally of Iran. Russia and China will not go along with sanctions against Iran and Syria and all we heard was covert activity to thwart their progress.

 

A lot and more of the same. Still Obama bashing or bashing Mr Obama, the President, and the job that he is not doing, that he is not leading. That for all who demeaned the President was a mistake. Saying that the President was not doing his job, was the way the candidates avoided answering how they either would lead the nation or offer a solution to the problem the president was not solving. In other words they bashed the president for problems that at this time there is not solution. Ms Bachman was all hair and lips. Mr Paul was the look of increulity, Mr Perry the same old far off stare, Mr Santorum still has a father who was an immigrant, Mr Gingrich still quick, Mr Huntsman still diplomatic and the other candidate Mr Romney still has not voiced any plan for the immigrant issue other than trying to find a way to entice intellectual immigrants to America. Mr Cain has lost his standing and was simply treading water, preaching instead of speaking with the people.

 

Paul, Huntsman and Gingrich still appear to be the intellectual energy the rest are just hot air.