The Dawning of the Age of Aquarius

 

I pressure-washed the porch a couple of days ago--this doesn't have anything to do with Aquarius--but wait, I'm getting to it. I was taking advantage of a hot day to live in the spray of cold water. The weather turned cold the next day.  Many things want to be obstinate these days—including a spider web covered with dirt that the dogs had stirred up.

I hit that spider web with a force of water that had stripped paint. I must have hit that web fifty times, while it held tight, spun, and laughed at me.

I finally got it down with the broom. That shows the strength of a spider’s glue and web. Its web is stronger than steel.

But while I was standing there spraying that web, with it dancing and laughing, I thought of my school teacher who told us that little bitty river you can see from the rim of the Grand Canyon, some 4,800 feet below (almost a mile), that slowly over the millennia, dug the canyon.  

Right. It must have been a bigger river than it is now. And I don’t have a millennium to force that spider web down with this sprayer.

When I heard Archaeologist Graham Hancock explain his theory that the melting of the ice age caused the great lakes to overflow and water to rush down the Colorado River channel, carving the canyon, I thought that made sense. However, the water didn’t jump from the other states to get there. Wikipedia says there was also seismic activity, as the plateau had shifted.

Water was certainly shaping Earth's topography. It dug the Grand Canyon through soft sandstone and forged its way in Oregon through basalt to form the Columbia River gorge. Geologists now believe that when the ice age melted, so much water broke free and rushed toward the ocean, that it left the Columbia River Gorge behind. There was once a land bridge across the river, the Bridge of the Gods, that had been there so long a forest was growing on its top. Probably a landslide had slid into the river. The river’s current eventually carved a channel through that earthen plug, forming a bridge. That allowed people living on either side of the river to cross. The bridge's collapse broke that free exchange. Perhaps it made canoes a valuable commodity.

 

This is a Segway, the way conversations go, bouncing here and there. After I told my daughter I was pressure washing the porch, she told me that the Age of Aquarius was here—it’s all about water, isn’t it?

“Well, that explains what is happening.” I texted her after I had thought about how the dawning of the age of Aquarius had finally arrived. 

I had been wondering ever since we sang that song about the dawning of an age, about when the sunlight would come bursting through.  I believed it would be the age of enlightenment. If it is here now, then we are in the turbulence of it, like the sea gently rolling out, while a rogue wave comes galloping in, and we are caught in the clash.

Each astrological age lasts an average of 2,160 years, taking 25,800 years to complete its cycle through the 12 Zodiac houses. The birth of Jesus heralded in the Age of Pisces, with its symbol of the fish, and with that came the rise of world religions and a focus on  a messiah, salvation and martyrdom.

With Aquarius, it will be less about what happens after we die and more about improving life on Earth.

A Gnostic philosopher said the Age of Aquarius began on February 4, 1962. Generally, however, most astrologers believe that there is no set date when, “Boom,” it’s here. It will come prancing in on its own sweet time.

Over the years, I thought that the Age of Aquarius would be an age of spiritual connection, a honing of one’s intuition, and an understanding of how we are all connected. It will be a time when we realize that we are responsible for the future of the planet and for each other.

You can see how that would enrage the people who want power, control, and wealth.

Now I find that the Age of Aquarius is ruled by Uranus—the planet of rebellion. While Aquarius is here to challenge, to disrupt, and to inspire, it is also met with a destructive spirit, which is represented by a malignant mentality and an angry, evil mind.

I feel that is happening now. And since Uranus is about rebellion, revolution, and all things unconventional, it is no surprise that the Age of Aquarius is all about shaking up the status quo.

With a shake-up comes a desire to move backward to a time that might not be good, but it is familiar. There is a need to hold on, to resist change, to lie and cheat with the determination of winning at all costs, and like lemmings rushing into the sea, many of us will frantically paddle upstream until we are exhausted.

And remember, power will hold on with deadly force, and a failing politician needs a war.

 

Here comes the good part:

For gentle hearts who embrace the future with hope and confidence: manifestations will happen more quickly. They will learn to trust their heart and hone their intuition. They will learn that they, like Dorothy of the Wizard of Oz, had the power all along, they just didn’t know they did, and that they can answer the question Aquarius asks of them: “Who are you, when no one tells you who to be?”

They will find that leaders are redundant and that their fellow inhabitants are really good people, ones they want to work with to preserve the earth and improve all of our lives.

Wikipedia tells us that technology will leap forward, social progress will advance, and there will be a growing focus on community and the greater good.

“Forget about rigid hierarchies and old-school institutions. Aquarius is here to decentralize power and to encourage collaboration and equality. “

“Expect to see a rise in grassroots movements, innovative solutions to global problems, and a push for more humanitarian approaches to everything from politics to business. Aquarius energy is all about breaking free from tradition, embracing the new, and thinking outside the box. This is the age where science fiction could start to look like reality, as advancements in technology and society come together to create a future that’s both exciting and unpredictable.”

 

And I thought I was going to move into the forest and live off the land.

Think again.

We can do it. It’s scary but doable.

We are tempered like the urns we have been using to carry water. They have been put through the fire a half dozen times, as have we who are carrying them.

 

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The Columbia River Gorge: this is a tributary following through a little canyon before flowing into the  Columbia River. My friend and I hiked, through the water of this canyon one hot day, fully dressed. The water came almost to our waist, and my leather sandals, became stiff images of their former self.  It was wonderful. I still remember my friend's perfectly manicured pink fingernails clutching the mossy rocks and we guided ourselves along the rim of this canyon. She was game for just about anytime she could be in water. She's swimming in heaven now, but that day was a mighty close second to it.

 

Have you noticed that some speakers and writers write better than they speak, and some speak better than they write?

One writer I positively adore reading, but not listening to.

Another, a teacher, I love hearing, but fall asleep while trying to read her books.

I suppose it's a rare soul who can achieve both writing and speaking to the reader’s/ listener’s satisfaction. Yet, we expect them to. I know one agent who will not take on a manuscript unless the author is a speaker. Well, that’s a bummer.

There is a phenomenon where a blogger, especially a blogger or a columnist, someone who writes regularly, wears out. “Jumps the shark.” That expression came from the TV show “Happy Days,” when Fonzie, while water skiing, jumped over a shark. That phrase "Jumping the shark," became known as explaining that something has reached it's end, actually it means something has gone a little too far. 

That show should have ended slightly before that episode. Yet, no baseball batter hits a home run every time at bat. It could be that they stay in a rut, or the reader has moved on. Either person can change their interests, become bored, or fall into a cliché.

We either grow together or apart.

So, what is your interest today?

I read a commenter who said she was 70 years old and had weathered many storms, and was tired of people telling her she needed to change. Change this, change that. Another writer said she had it up the kazoo with spiritual truisms, although she was spiritual.  

Maybe stop reading it and live it.

It’s time to declare our greatness and get on with it.

Be selective with what you read. It is so easy to get into something depressing, doom-and-gloom. Hey, give us a break here with you trying to over shock the other writers.

I try to add value, not just listen to my head rattle. Some say you are writing to get attention. So?!! We are all little kids at heart, Mommy, look at me.”

But we grow up and say, “What do I want to share?”  “There is something stuck in me itching for a way out.” This comes after the basic needs are met, like breathing, eating, drinking, shelter, and some modicum of financial security.

We aren’t meant to go through life harvesting fruit only to have it turn to glop in our pocket. In the movie Yentl, “Where is it Written,” Barbra Streisand sang the song, Where is it Written? “Why have the taste if not to drink the wine?”

There comes a time in one’s life when there is a genuine desire to express, to be creative, to contribute, and to have a dialogue with one’s fellow inhabitants. And it doesn’t have to be in words. Have you ever viewed a painting that so inspired you that you wanted to run out and do something creative? That happened to me once with a lounge singer in Las Vegas. I don’t know who he was, or the name of the song, but somehow his song, or his voice, or his rendition of it got to me that evening, and I wanted to go out and write something.

Nature can do that.

Go out and take a forest bath— with awe, not water. (Water works too.) 

Have you ever felt the brush of a horse’s mane, soft and fresh smelling against your cheek, and felt his lips gently nibble-kiss you? Have you ever buried your face in your dog’s fur and felt that gentle curve of his neck as he acknowledges your embrace? 

These are the moments that take our breath away.

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What Are We Willing to Put Up With?

“If You Could See Me Now:”

I’m driving—well, not driving, I’m parked—but a minute ago, I was driving the brightest, yellowish vehicle I had ever seen outside of sports cars. Every inch of this vehicle is screaming yellow. I feel that I’m glowing as I drive down the road.

I just dropped off my champagne-colored Ford Fusion to have a solenoid replaced, and they gave me this loaner car. Bless those people. I love that this company offers loaner cars, and they are probably the greenest (environmentally) repair company in Eugene, Oregon. “The car’s out front,” they said, “the key is in it. “That yellow one!” I exclaimed. It’s great, I was just surprised.

 

I bought coffee, grateful I had transportation, and drove to the park in Eugene, Oregon, to talk to you guys.

The park runs alongside the Willamette River. It’s gorgeous. Two Maple trees in front of me are providing shade, and behind them acres of green lawn spread out before me. A cement path is beyond the green, and a line of trees frames the North side of the path. I can see a bit of blue that is the river, river peeking through the trees.

So, what do you want to talk about?

This calm, tranquil place with only an occasional biker cruising down the cement path is not a setting to get into world politics—Oh, rats, someone parked beside me, but then, we will share the shade: two maples, two cars.

What I have been into the last few days, besides physical therapists coming to the house for my husband who broke his hip, contractors coming, nurses coming, dogs out for the nurses and therapists, in for the contractors. Dirty dishes into the sink, clean dishes out. It’s like the children’s book “Big Dog Out, Little Dog In.” “Little dog out, big dog in.”

I’ve been thinking about my old analogy about how one’s life perspective depends on which window we look through.

I hit a window the other day—on the computer—and saw a picture of bloody fighters having a cage fight on the white house lawn. Now, how can you unsee a picture such as that?!  First, the gladiators. Will we have lions next?

 

What are we willing to put up with?

 

With my window analogy, looking through one window will show you wars, bombings, and chaos in the world. But then another window will show you that the trees are leafed out and delicate in their spring newness. The flowers were dressed in their Sunday best—looking like Easter with flashy, fuchsias, golden yellows, yummy oranges, pinks, reds, and all of them basking in glorious sunshine.

And here I’m outside, well, no, I’m not. I’m sitting in a car looking through a window.

 

Incidentally, as I mentioned, the car repair shop I just left is green. It used to be for foreign cars only, then a couple of doors down the strip, they added another shop for domestic vehicles. We can now use them again. And they said a third shop was coming—I don’t know its specialty.

I was reading a newspaper clipping on the wall while waiting for my loaner car, about how the owner bought the property, renovated it, did the right thing from the beginning, insulated the structure, placed solar panels on the roof, buried tanks in the ground for various fluids so that they would reduce the amount of deliveries and trucks, and the amount of plastic bottles. I don’t know what else my car loner arrived, but I remember that we used to be greeted by a Standard Poodle, and they had a loaner bike.

 

Gunfight at OK Corral

 

 

The Gunfight at OK Corral

 “The Gunfight at the OK Corral remains an archetype of the American Old West, illustrating the blurred lines between heroism and lawlessness.”

 We‘re a young country. Our founding fathers tried to establish a Democracy, a system of government we believed was the best. “It’s a federal constitutional republic characterized by a separation of powers among three branches: legislative, executive, and judicial.”

We thought a division of powers would keep Kings, Pharaohs, Priests, Dictators, and the Power-Hungry Controllers away from our doors. It would be a government by the people, a democracy, with representatives who supposedly have our best interests at heart.  Our population was large enough to require a CEO to keep things in order, and we assumed our leader would use the legislative, executive, and judicial branches to assist in the process.

 We goofed.

 We let the CEO have control of the legislative, executive, and judicial branches, so he stacked the deck.

 So, here we are back in the Wild West, where they had the moguls, the rich and powerful who controlled something like the railroad, or the land, or loans. Mortgages before the 1930s typically lasted only 3-5 years. And those loans required an enormous down payment—up to 50% of the price of the land and dwellings. And then to make matters worse, they had a balloon payment at the end of the term. Those old silent movies of the mortgage collector, “You must pay the mortgage,” “I can’t pay the mortgage,” were accurate, akin to tying someone on the railroad track.

 

In 1934, the FHA under FDR stepped in and helped stabilize the market, but it wasn’t until 1968 that anti-discrimination practices came into effect. Between the 30’s and the Fair Housing Act of 1968, there was a lot of graft, land grabbing, racial discrimination, and redlining, where finance companies would mark an area where they refused mortgages to people of color. Whites who would be fine living next to a black family wouldn’t move into that area because they feared their property value would go down, thus when it came time to sell, their house would be “Underwater.” Meaning they would owe more on their house than they could sell it for. 

The Fair Housing Act of 1968 was one of the best legislative acts to come across the board, along with the VA Loans and the FHA government-insured loans. Those organizations have been watchdogs that have enabled more people to own homes.

When people play by two separate sets of rules, the principles of compromise and dialogue fall by the wayside, cheating happens, and chaos erupts.

 

During the pioneer days, people didn’t get the message, and they still don't, that our land, all the money, and resources aren’t only for the rich. They are for everybody.

 

In the Wild West, people had different priorities, different focuses, and different dreams. They had the rich, the powerful, the would-be jailers, the haves, the have-nots, the bullies, the peacemakers, the helpers, the intellectuals, the scholars, the dreamers, the artists, the performers, and the religious extremes who wanted to convert everybody to their way of thinking. And they had the laborers who kept the cogs turning—who built the cars, created factories, invented labor-saving devices, toys, and tilled the fields so people could eat.

 

It’s the same today. We just have fancier toys.

 

And we still have the Wild West attitude: “Stone them back to the dark ages.” We have fights over resources, which have always happened (like water rights), but now that we are capable of feeding everybody, we have wind, water, and sun sources; one would think we could be more into sharing and negotiation. But no. It’s grab grab grab. Even the rich are into either a lack mentality (why would they want more, more, and more?) or into competition, like the one with the most toys wins?

 Are they going into the afterlife dragging a bag of what society determines to be riches behind them?

 

Oprah Winfrey said she comes as one but walks into a room with 10,000 behind her. “Our job,” she said, “isn't to worry about where we came from but about where we are going.”

 

Sometimes we’re proud of our heritage, sometimes not. We came from our parents, they came from theirs, many of our great-grandparents immigrated. (Gasp, Immigrants, a terrible word these days. It’s right up there with the word “Liberal.” And now the leader of our country calls Democrats, Dumocrats, and any election that doesn’t go his way he claims is  rigged. If the Democrats are such good election riggers, he wouldn’t be President.

 

He is the President of the whole country, not just his party. He has ruined our fun of complaining about the other side.)

 

Even if you’re a Native American, your folks came from someplace else—probably Africa. Our Native Americans weren’t created on the spot. As people, we go back some 300,000 years. (I don’t know if we will beat the dinosaurs in longevity; they were here for 165 to 180 million years. Our longevity of 300 thousand is paltry compared to theirs.

 

We have inherited a lot of stuff, physical and mental. Besides the rigors of childhood and society, we had the conditioning from parents, school, and society about “the way children were supposed to be raised,” like “spare the rod and spoil the child.” Many have been abused or molested by family members. It’s amazing any of us are sane.

 

So, like a bunch of kids, we got ourselves into a mess, but we have no parents to get us out, so we’re left to our own devices.

 

And here we are like a bunch of chimpanzees who are capable of extreme kindness, love, and caring, but also warring, murder, and intimidation.

 

However, the tide is turning.💓💓💓💓💓

 

An Awakening is happening.

💓💓💓💓💓💓

 

Here again is Jon Stewart’s great affirmation:

 

“Close your eyes and dream that when the electorate in this great nation repudiates this putrid regime, my brother, the day that happens there will be a joyful noise from the bowels of this great country that makes Hungry repudiating the Orban will look like an Amish Sabbath.”—Jon Stewart

See You at the Top

 

A Foal is the Great Spirit's way of saying the Universe should continue.

...and she was born a few blocks from our house. I stopped yesterday to snap this picture. The owner saw me, and said it was fine for me to take the picture, "He had to have horses and dogs," he said. 

My kind of guy.

I would name her Princess.

 

 

My security was tested this morning. My Internet was off for a couple of hours. Yikes!

And then I though a terrible thought, what if some diabolical somebody decided to turn it off for an extended period of time?

Whoa. We’d be in deep doo-doo.

Once, a friend and I visited Patch Adams, M.D. who was speaking in Eugene, Oregon. My friend asked Patch how he remained happy when he saw such atrocities. (Gesundheit Inst. See the movie Patch Adams with Robin Williams as Patch.),

“That’s when I need it the most,” he said.

Yes, but that’s a WHY, not a HOW.

Why you need it, not how to get it.

We have taken a blow in this country. The world has taken a blow. We have been constantly bombarded with angst, lies, threats, and things we held dear being taken away. Our kids are addicted to cell phones and social media. Freedoms have crumbled. Comedians and late-night talk show hosts who speak out against the administration have been fired, or are under constant threat of losing their jobs. If we are not living under a dictatorship, I don’t know what is.

Yesterday, I saw that government officials can text the president directly. However, first they must preface it with praise.

It’s time we threw off our fake prince and princess suits, and the frog suit beneath it, and let our true Prince and Princess come out to play. They are strong. They are invincible.

Don’t think because we speak of them gently as Princes and Princesses that they lack guts. Americans have always had guts. But we try to play by the rules, except when someone comes in and trashes the rule book, we get mad.

Beware of Princes and Princesses.

And now, dear Princes and Princesses, let’s talk about what I intended to talk about before I got distracted.

You may have heard of the psychologist Abraham Maslow, who made quite a splash in the 70’s and coined the phrase "self-actualized human being."  

His innovative idea was: “Let’s study what’s working instead of what’s not working.”

He wanted to understand what made people happy, fulfilled, and capable of extraordinary creativity and compassion.

Maslow looked at people who seemed to be functioning well, were happy, and well-adjusted. They weren’t suffering from neurosis or trauma. And they seemed motivated to improve their lives.

(Except right now, we are all suffering from trauma. Neurosis? Maybe, I don’t know.)

Maslow believed that it is the human journey to grow. And that growth is a need.  

Maslow termed this as becoming self-actualized.

By looking at people he considered self-actualized, he developed a hierarchy of FIVE NEEDS. He proposed that when those needs are met, a person moves into self-actualization.  

Don’t get me or him wrong; it isn’t always a linear journey. Circumstances can knock us off the ladder from time to time. Crisis occurs, such as loss of a job, financial ruin, scarcity, failed relationships, being hungry, thirsty, those sorts of needs. And how does one become self-actualized in a war zone?

I list the hierarchy of needs at the end of this content, for it is tedious to read through them until we know more.

Read to the end for A NUMBER SIX you will love it.

If we all lived in finely feathered nests, we wouldn’t be suffering lack, would we? We could reach this magical pinnacle with ease. Maybe.

Maybe it’s the human journey that takes us there. And we need to walk the steps; it is a road map from which we sometimes take detours.

the number 1 list of needs spells out our basic needs, which not everyone has. They are our physiological needs, which are food, water, sleep, warmth, and reproduction, which is not a need but necessary to continue the race.

Number 2 are safety needs. We see that not only is physical safety necessary, but also protection from violence, accidents, or environmental hazards.

Health and well-being include financial security, housing, legal and social stability, protection from injustice, discrimination, and oppression.

Safety and stability are at our core. Without a sense of security, people live in a constant state of vigilance or fear. Think of what that does to one’s mental health.

A child in an abusive or chaotic environment may grow up to be anxious, mistrustful, or emotionally distant.  And even if needs like food and sleep are met, the lack of safety can prevent a child from thriving.

Individuals living in war zones, refugees fleeing violence, or people trapped in poverty are often unable to move beyond the need for basic safety.

In the workplace, where jobs are at risk, stress dominates, and productivity drops.

Many fear for their livelihoods, jobs, and financial security, yet prices are rising. They fear wars, yet there is a rattling of one, they fear environmental crisis, and daily they see that water is contaminated, air is polluted, whales are dying, polar bears are starving and stranded on ice floes, and an asteroid is hurling toward us. I had to throw that in for its whatever: volcanoes, earthquakes, a financial crash, people who speak out against the administration are being taken off the air, rumors that elections are not safe or truthful, and gerrymandering that makes voting districts unbalanced .Why are we allowing this?

Doesn’t it appear to you that pundits and our present administration have made damn sure the need for basic security is taken away from us, and have made it doubly hard for us to get it back?

Health and wellness:

During the pandemic, people were reminded about how fragile this sense of safety can be. Widespread anxiety, hoarding, and economic paralysis are all symptoms of safety needs suddenly being threatened.

Can we wonder why we all went a little crazy?

So, when a rich individual came along and declared he could “Make America Great Again,” people rallied to the slogan.  (He’s rich, he must know about finances, and they didn’t dream he would start his own war.)

Some believed he was selling snake oil.” And then he appointed a person as the Secretary of Health and Human Services who is so health-conscious that he takes steroids to beef up his body, a chemical to tan him, sniffs cocaine off a toilet seat, and has recently grabbed an alive rattlesnake behind the head.

Ultimately, safety is the gateway to trust and progress. People who feel safe are better equipped to form relationships, develop their talents, and take constructive steps toward long-term goals.

Maslow reminds us that stability is not a luxury—it is a necessity.

 

While the first two levels of needs focus on survival and stability, the next level speaks of the emotional and social aspects of human life. For many, feeling loved is just as vital as food and shelter.

When people feel supported and loved, their mental health improves, and they are more likely to pursue higher goals.

(While it is wonderful to feel loved, sometimes, whether we have love or not, we still go for higher goals. Louise Hay of Hay House Publishing says if you learn to love yourself you change your life. That is not a selfish act, but an essential one.) However, having the human spirit injured by a lack of love causes profound distress.

Self-esteem influences virtually every area of life—how we think, feel, and relate to others.

A student or an employee who feels isolated may underperform regardless of their talents.

A strong sense of self empowers individuals to take on challenges, to pursue goals, and to build healthy relationships. It promotes residency, curiosity, and a willingness to learn from failure.

A low sense of self is associated with anxiety, depression, social withdrawal, and underachievement, and an excessive reliance on the opinions of others.

Esteem Needs are the gateway to self-actualization. Enter that gate, and you shift from gaining approval to living at a higher level.

Unlike the earlier needs, self-actualization is the pinnacle of psychological development.  It is, a desire to become more.

It might mean academic achievement, parenting, artistic achievement, or spiritual development. It involves a deep inner harmony.

These individuals often devote themselves to causes larger than themselves. They are driven by curiosity, compassion, and a desire to make a meaningful impact.

And then Maslow delved into the 6th Need. He called it “Self-transcendence.”

It can be a desire to help others to achieve their potential. It could be an experience of unity with nature or with the Universe. It is the ability to have Peak experiences. Which are fleeting and often surprising or unaccounted for, yet we have all touched them at some moment in our lives: the feeling of awe, of a scene, a sunset, a sunrise, standing in the redwoods, 200-year-old trees that take care of each other. of gasping at a whale breaching—his body completely leaping from the water, finishing a project, having a success, feeling an oneness with the universe, of intense gratitude or love, a sudden insight or clarity.  

Maslow pays particular attention to Peak Experiences. This intersects with spirituality, philosophy, and ethics. It resonates with various religious traditions, which emphasize humility, compassion, and interconnections.

 

The sixth level, at the top, invites us to think bigger, not just what we want to become, but how we can serve, connect, and elevate others.

See you at the top!

 

 

Here is a list of Maslow’s 5 Needs:

 

1. Psychological Needs:

·        Food,

·        water,

·        air,

·        sleep,

·        warmth,

·        reproduction (While not a need, it is a necessity to continue the race.)

 

2. Safety Needs:

·        Physical,

·        financial,

·        health (access to medical care),

·        environment,

·        shelter,

·        predictable surroundings

 

3. Love and Belonging Needs:

·        Friendships,

·        intimate relationships,

·        a sense of acceptance,

·        family connections,

·        community involvement,

·        inclusion.

 

4.  Esteem Needs

·        Achieving and competence

·        Recognition from peers or society

·        A sense of worthiness and accomplishment

 

5.Self-actualizing Needs:

·        Spiritual Exploration

·        Artistic or creative expression

·        Intellectual growth

·        Humanitarian work

·        Inventing or leading

·        Pursuing a lifetime dream

 

Now go to Number 6.

 

A student or an employee who feels isolated may under-perform regardless of their talents.

 

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We are Still We the People

 “Close your eyes and dream that when the electorate in this great nation repudiates this putrid regime, my brother, the day that happens there will be a joyful noise from the bowels of this great country that makes Hungry repudiating the Orban will look like an Amish Sabbath.”—Jon Stewart

 

The day Hitler’s war ended is stamped permanently on my consciousness. Our street was electrified. A taxi driver, horn blaring, his shirt flapping out his window as though shot from a canon, barreled bare chested down our street. My mother was racing around the house, preparing to go to town, where there would be a great celebration with the soldiers stationed there, and with her girlfriends, and the soldier she was dating. I begged to go along. I had never asked before. I thought war was the very worst thing that could happen. It took my father away. It made us ration our food and some of our clothing. People sacrificed, bought war bonds to help fund it. It killed people. I saw newsreels of it at the movie theater. It was terrible. But we were going to celebrate its end.

 

How Much is Enough?

 

The President is throwing crumbs to the peons. This time, the crumbs are for the UFO enthusiasts.

Now he is releasing once-classified, now unclassified, UFO files.

What a guy.

So far, there is no definitive proof in those papers that extra-terrestrials have visited us. The files contain unproven cases. And what are we going to do with the information if they prove to the public that extra-terrestrial life has visited us?  Will we have panic in the streets?

Naugh. We are numbed to the idea of it. We’ve seen the movie ET. 

 

You know, researchers have been talking about, looking for, putting up parabolic antennas, beaming sounds into space, trying to find other people out there since 1945.

ET’s, we aren’t safe people to visit.

And the President will keep dribbling out the released files, giving people the impression that he is freely disclosing.  Anything to distract us from the Epstein files, from the demolition of the white House to build a stinkin’ ballroom, to bombing foreign countries, sweeping up immigrants, allowing the death penalty, and considering having a firing squad. Holy Cow, I thought the President of a “Free world” was supposed to have the concerns of THE PEOPLE at heart.  

He promises a health care package after demolishing the one Obama put in place. Where is it?  He promised lower prices. HA.

He promised no wars, and then dropped a bomb. Not supported by Congress by the way, which is the law for starting a war. Oh, it isn't a war? Well that makes it all right then. He wanted the comedians fired, got some. CBS canceled Steven Colbert (a sweet, funny, astute man). I’m sad about that. 

He promised the fat cats they would get richer; well, he's kept that one. I heard their wealth has increased 40 %

How’s your’s doing?

“He’s doing what he does best,” so, say the News. What does he do best? Play golf? He cheats. Being an Estate Investor? We didn't hire him for that. Now, there is concern that his “Investments” are blurring with his position.

“Ya think?”

We didn’t hire him to be a Real Estate Agent, a designer of structures, or a designer of warships. We supposedly hired him to run the country in a sane and rational way. Maybe with a little heart? Is that too much to ask? Keep the people safe? A stallion’s job is to do that, to be a sentinel, and he does a better job of it than our sentinel.

And I bet our sentinel puts on his pants one leg at a time, the same as the rest of us.  Or does he have someone stuff both legs into both pant legs at the same time, and pull them up so he won’t be like us?

How much are we going to take?

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