What Smith & Confucius Say
Democracy is kinda like a many-layered cake, with a mix that encompasses a wide swath of its subject nation, and which at times may seem a mess, yet like baking, or like how I bake on those rare occasions, out of that mess has produced some tasty things, not the least of which are ideas. So recently I was watching a doc on Adam Smith, … Continue reading What Smith & Confucius Say
the wind slapped my face
i wonder who decidesthe length of the lieshow long they can go on and onand who else they can snowfor what ends we don’t knowbut it is no great featthey mastered deceit creeping the hallsas they sow so shall they reap As a result of the war, corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the … Continue reading the wind slapped my face
the family divides and that line
there is an invisible lineit runs through, underneath our feet, a schism betweenus and them, north and south, right and left, one side for and one against this line has not always been to have it there actually is a surprise, as I really thought we were immune to the lunatic fringeand I was wrong, few are immune to that unbridled ignorance and narcissistic greed,with … Continue reading the family divides and that line
When Strong Java And Deep Thoughts Collide
Writing for me has become like a sport, an exercise for my mind. I live in this yin/yang world now, of a physical job, with a more, em, comfortable hardly seems the right word but is in that mode, of leisure, as some would believe of the writer, amateur or otherwise, it is the stereotype. Though, I don’t find writing leisurely at all. It is … Continue reading When Strong Java And Deep Thoughts Collide
The Rise And Fall Of The Lunatic Fringe
So, another Mueller Friday began with a bang and a pre-dawn arrest of Roger Stone with a tv crew to capture the fluorescent FBI logo on their flack jackets making their way across his front lawn. Continue reading The Rise And Fall Of The Lunatic Fringe
The Wild West White House
As I was growing up I always hated tomatoes, not spaghetti sauce, rather raw unadulterated tomatoes. Also hated them as chunks in chilli or stew, couldn’t stand the texture, the taste, nothing about them appealed and they always made me gag. Over the years I’ve slowly developed a taste as my taste buds grew up and now I can happily have them in stew or … Continue reading The Wild West White House
Meadowlands Of Democracy
That crooked man with little hands, wants to build a wall to divide and conquer his crooked land, and who among them has the will to stand against him? I understand, sure, democracy is messy, you can lose it all for nothing, or for everything, it is as imperfect as the people allow it to be, or not to be, it always comes down to … Continue reading Meadowlands Of Democracy
And they all liv’d together in a little crooked house
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Hope Is The Last Friend To Leave
… like the god Odin’s one blood shot eye, observing, stirring, wondering at us all. Continue reading Hope Is The Last Friend To Leave
If The Medium Is The Message, What Is The Message?
When he first came on the scene in 2015 as a presidential candidate I was under no illusions of his unfitness for office, I was unaware of his lies about his family and how he got to where he is, unaware of Russian meddling, or of his campaigns alliance with the Russians, not unlike the majority of us. Lying about where you came from and … Continue reading If The Medium Is The Message, What Is The Message?
What Is He Really Up To?
… if you were being accused of colluding with a foreign power, would you not go somewhat out of your way to appear otherwise? You would at least make some kind of conscious effort. Continue reading What Is He Really Up To?
…And We Come Round Right
… that day at the door, before Trump, before, I looked down yonder to the country of my birth with a mix of pride and confusion at their complexities, the Jazz notes, its blues, its history, its news, its radical views. Along pockets of rabid racism, travelling down i95, through Pennsylvania, passed Washington D.C., onto Maryland, and cross the Mason-Dixon lin Continue reading …And We Come Round Right
You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet
You notice that he has not once tried to reach out past his loyalists? Seems incapable, actually. That he has never tried to embrace the country as a whole, never tried to unite both sides of this snowball of division that he leads? Well, if so, it was brief and I missed it. Continue reading You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet
by PaulaB 