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?

💓
 

 

Suave for Our Boo Boos

Few people are still around who experienced Hitler wreaking havoc on the world.

But people should know about it and remember.

When the present administration came marching in, I had the shivers, like I could hear the slap of a goose-step. (That was the marching technique used by Hitler’s Third Reich.)

And what came next for us?

Our dictator decided to round up “undesirables. Oh, you mean the Immigrants?

And go after the comedians. Oh, for heaven’s sake, they have been telling the truth through humor since George Washington’s day.

Roe v. Wade lasted 49 years. That had to go. We wouldn’t want women to decide for themselves. We don’t want debate, such as when is a fetus a person? What about a sperm or an egg? Are they not alive until they get together? Does a soul come to the body at conception or later on? Do you believe in souls? Can a soul be killed?

Control, control, control. That’s what power-hungry people want.

Can you believe this? Now they want more “Trump Babies.”

I would never call my baby that.

Why, why, why are we allowing this to happen?

Remember when the middle class provided the backbone of this country? It was our core strength.

Now, they are looked upon as a valuable voting fodder, but only if you vote for that person already in the White House, and who, so it seems, has plans to hold that office forever or take down America.

I think of the nurses who are caring for my husband. They come to our house, they give him encouragement and motivation to move his painful body. How much is their salary? How valuable are their contributions?

They aren’t going to $ 75,000-a-plate galas. They try to help our mental health, not throw it in an agitating washing machine.

They are putting suave on our booboos.

I turned to a YouTube channel and watched an interview with Louise Hay, the lady who wrote “You Can Heal Your Life, " which sold over three million copies. Whoops, that’s my old book; it went on to sell 50 million copies.  Hays didn’t think it would be published, so she started Hay House, her own publishing company, which has become a multi million-dollar industry.

I wrote this down on a piece of paper to tape by my desk:

 

“Out of this experience, only good will come. I am safe.”

When asked, “But what if you don’t feel safe? What if you don’t believe this experience will turn out well?”

“Responded Hays: This affirmation changes the atmosphere around us until the solution comes.”

“Tell the Universe what you want.”

“Change your thinking, and it will change your life.”

 

More wild iris from Daughter dear:

 

Wednesday: I Believe You are One of The Good Guys (See the Washington Momument)

 

First Our Lovelies: 

 

 

Zeke is my daughter's three-legged Shepard that a local RVcompany paid for his surgery. He's on Instagram as ezekialsblessings

 

Natasha in the Iris Field, May 2026

This is the time when wild Irises bloom, and the time for daughter and hubby to celebrate their anniversary. My Daughter's fiance' had picked eight small bouquets of irises for their wedding, to celebrate the eight years they had been together. They were married in the circle of them. Now they have an entire field. Isn't that romantic?

Wednesday:

I sat in the car this midday at the hospital entrance waiting for my husband to be rolled out—in a wheelchair, not in a carpet like Cleopatra.  

I watched people in varying stages of walking, some with a cane, some with a walker, some gingerly stepping, and a young girl striding, with great posture and seemingly free.

Sigh.

Three days ago, I opened the inside door from the house into the garage and found my husband sprawled on the floor. The dogs alerted me. It was 11:30, and my husband had just taken out the garbage and tripped coming back into the garage. “Did you fall?” I stupidly asked as though he would take a siesta on the floor. But he didn’t seem to be in any pain except that he couldn’t move one leg.

Bottom line: broken hip.

Surgery the next day, a pin in his hip, walking the next. Home today. I would never have gotten him into the house without my daughter’s help, and a piece of plywood for a ramp to get the wheelchair up the 6 inches into the house. This evening, he is so weak he can't stand and can barely move.

The hospital did good, kept him happy as a clam (how happy can clams be?), and fixed him up. And while there, he acted as though he could leap small buildings in a single bound, but tonight, oh tonight, he can barely move. Hum, they sent him home for me to do the dirty work. Thank you very much.

Yesterday I was bummed and didn’t blog, so this is Wednesday, and this was one thing that hurt my heart yesterday.  Can you believe the President of the United States posted this? I am totally insulted.

 

 (Good ole AI.)

There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.

--Isaac Asimov

Here is as I remember the Washington Memorial. 1963 Civil Rights protest.

 

 I believe you are one of the good guys.

Jo