Shakesdownian Tragedy

A classic Shakedownian tragedy unfolds now, unexpectedly, as Mctrump, thane of MarLago, discovers, with horror, his dunce-in-game doth move against Bretton Woods, the 82-year-old fiscal/financial arrangement of the free world, just as the witch of endorgame destruction had predicted. There's no joy left in wall street; mighty Donald has struck out. Wall Street traders frown as the Dow doth trickle down; S&P's lower their standards as Poor investors are constrained to redirect their assets toward new depositories. Just as the witch of End-our-rally had predicted. As wise investors and financial wizards think again. . . as they reroute their wealth through Carney's new Toronto/Euro/Davos financial superhighway, instead of Mctrump's tarriffizing toll booth, the donald discovers that his Dunce-in-game-castle, soon to be bogged down in the sands of obsolescence, is being dismantled. . . as the Bretton Woods - that NATO/world financial forum witch is now 82 years old . . . creeps, slowly Bretton Woods creeps. . . step by step, toward destruction, just like tricky dick's CREEP, the committee to re-elect the president back in '73 . . . but now in 2026. . . step by step, tranche by tranche, toward Mctrump's doomed dunce-in-game castle. Yeah, I say unto thee that now the old yankee-dollar-based world wealth web doth disappear into thin air

as the nations of the world redirect their wealth streams into the international loo, and set their assets down on new terms of of Euro, Renmimbi, Ruble, Rupee, francly speaking, and pounds, shillings, sterling, dinar, mark, riel, rupee, real, leu, krones, maybe even skull and bones, but mainly probably renmimbi, since the Chinese are now able, or so it seems, to Xijinping their way beyond dollar dependency, as the Xi hits the fans of international wealth exchange. I mean, there it is, in the distance, on the other side of the world, where BRICs are being stacked up to construct a new world order, apart from yankee comfort stations. . .thanks to Mctrump's maga being dissembled, as Bretton Woods slithers against his dunce-in-game antics, the wide pathway is now opening up for China. . allied with the other BRICs, on the other side of the world. . .

But On a lighter note. . . As for me and my house, in the winter of '26, we divert a small portion of our food stocks to feed the birds who frequent our Appalachian homestead. In so doing, we folllow the example of our Creator, providing feed for the birds, as Jesus had spoken, back in the ancient days, about how the birds of the air are fed by their father in heaven, or as is the case here. . . by the Rowland household.

By the grace and provision of God, we are enabling the birds to, as Ringo had said, "get by with a little help from me friends." They need not worry about worldly finances. Smoke

We Stand Corrected

We Americans stand corrected. We are not standing back; we are not standing by. I don't know but I been told this nation was founded on a Constitution that's 245 years old. I was born in the Deep South in 1951, but I ain't no rebel; I choose to be an American citizen with all the rights and privileges thereof, just like all the other citizens of this country, whether they're black, brown, yellow or purple. . . purple meaning they can't decide which political party they belong to, because trump has taken over the oval by hook or by crook, even after the proud boueys and the oathbleepers and the threeperdenters failed to clusterfud our Congress on January 6, 2021. Now I don't know but I been told that Abraham Lincoln and some anti-slavery patriots founded the Republican party in 1854; And we had to fight a civil war to get all those slavers in the deep south in line with our Declaration, which says that "All men are created equal, and are endowed by their Creator with life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." And then, five years later, we wrote our Constitution, which was later upgraded when Congress added our 14th amendment in 1868, after our yankee patriots had whooped the rebels' asses at Gettysburg, where President Lincoln said:

"from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave their last full measure of devotion - that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain - that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom - and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth." Now I don't know but I been told that these magamaniacs nowadays are still claiming to be Republicans, with their gerrymandering racist antics, as if they were still allied with the party of Lincoln. As for me and my lousy situation, I am still a registered Republican; but I notice that, as bro' Bob sang, a while back, "things have changed." So I'm having an identity crisis. Meanwhile, back at our Boone homestead, I guess I'll have to go down to the county courthouse to switch my registration to Democratic. I guess I'll join up with the party of Jesse Jackson. I mean, I might as well. . . I shook hands with him one time while crossing the street. That was the year that the Democrats had their convention in Charlotte. In an earlier year, Jesse had been with Dr. King when he was shot dead in Memphis by some rebel racist.  And now. . . come to find out Jesse just died, a patriot who, like Dr. King and Medgar Evers, had given his first and last devotion to the the cause of civil rights and freedom and dignity for all people.

 And I find that bro' Jesse had said that America's like a patchwork quilt, with all the patches stitched together by a common thread. Now in honor of Jesse, and Martin and Abraham, we need that common thread stitched up tight; we must not let it be slithered by the magamaniacs, the faux republicans, the insurrectionists and the trumpists. You know, the Bible says that when Jesus returns, the trumpet shall sound. Not the trumpists! Blessed are the peacemakers! And as Dr. King had said:  "And I did try, in my life, to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to visit those who were in prison, to love and serve humanity. . ." That's the common thread that we need to keep stitching into the fabric of America! Glass half-Full</i>

Advising the King

The Widening gyre continues from long, long ago, right into the here and now. Even so, ponder the past, the present and the future. Beginning with the past: About 26 centuries ago. . . a wise aide, Daniel, while speaking to the king of Babylon, Nebuchadnezzar, delivered counsel that is and ought to be advised for leaders in all of history, all eras, seasons, all continents. Daniel said this: "This is the interpretation, O king, and this is the decree of the Most High, which has come upon my lord, the king: . . . that you be driven away from mankind and your dwelling place be amongthe beasts of the field, and you be given grass to eat like cattle, and be drenched with the dew of heaven; and seven periods of time will pass over you, until you recognize that the Most High Lord of the Universe (God) is ruler over the realm of mankind; and He bestows authority on whomever He enables." (You catch my drift?) "And in regarding that it was commanded to leave the tree stump with the roots of the tree (see Daniel chapter 4 in the Old Testament) your kingdom will be assured to you after you recognize that it is the Creator of the Universe who is still is charge of these developments. Therefore, O king, my advice to you would be: break away now from doing what is wrong, by performing rightly and by showing mercy to the poor, in the event that your prosperity is prolonged." Meanwhile, civilization kept going along the time trail. . .And then. . . and then 600 years passed.

Jesus, Yeshua ha Meschiach, came along; he prescribed the way toward true peace, love and justice for all mankind: Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the true authority; Blessed are the people who are gentle, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for what is right; they shall be satisfied. Blessed are the merciful folks, for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the peacemakers; for they shall be called sons and daughters of the Lord of All. Blessed are they who have been persecuted for the sake of doing what is right, for theirs is the eternal kingdom of heaven. Now there's some serious longevity! Glass half-Full

the New World to Come

Profound words to read in the ancient book: “And I saw, in the right hand of Him who sat on the throne, a book written inside and on the back, sealed up with seven seals. And I saw a strong angel proclaiming with a loud voice, ‘Who is worthy to open the book, and to break its seals?’ And no one in heaven or on the earthor under the earth was able to open the book and to and to break or to look into it. Then I began to weep greatly because no one was found worthy to open the book or to look into it; and one of the elders said to me, ’Stop weeping; behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the root of David, has overcome so as to open the book and its seven seals.’ And I saw between the throne (with the four living creatures) and the elders, a Lamb standing, as if slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God, sent out into the earth. And he came and he took the book out of the right hand of Him who sat on the throne. When He had taken the book, the four living creatures and the twenty four elders fell down before the Lamb, each one holding a harp and golden bowls of incense, which are the prayers of saints. And they sang a new song, saying: ‘Worthy are you to take the book and to break its seals; for you were slain; and you procured, for the Lord, with Your blood, men from every tribe and language, and every people group, every nation. You have made them to be a kingdom and priests, preachers, proponents for our Lord. In the long run, they will reign on the earth.’ ”

The bottom line is: The eternal kingdom established by Jesus. He, having conquered death itself, and along with that. . . having conquered all of our sin, all our depravity, all of our insurrection and rebellion against the Creator of Life itself, and having defeated our degenerate attempts to correct ourselves and the world we inhabit. . . You should prepare now, to be with Him! Hear Revelation 5:9 Carey Rowland

Wreck of the American Congress

I borrowed some poetic structure and phrasing from our Canadian neighor, Gordon Lightfoot. His classic song, "Wreck of the Edmund Gerald" was a masterpiece of ballad composition. Because we, who live south of the border, suffered a destructive insurrection on Januar 6, 2021: The legend lives on from the Pilgrims on down, of the nation they call America. The nation, it is known, goes on and on, though the riots of Jan6 turned looney. With a flag of stars and stripes, fifty states still intact, a Constitution and Congress acting boldly,  our nation was no bone to be chewed by a mob of loud boys, oath breakers and riotous boys Our nation is the pride of the American people, holding steady from election to election. As the world nations go, we are stronger than most, with a Constitution and Congress well seasoned. Concluding some terms with Electoral returns, when the Congress was meeting in session, in the middle of the day when the Congress bell rang, could it be the insurrection they were hearing?

The shouts in the halls made a tattle tale sound and some loud boys broke into the session. When counting time came, the vice president said, Electors, it's too rough to count 'em. The Speaker called in they had attackers coming in and the Congress and crew were in peril And later that day when law and order went outa sight came the January 6th insurrection. Does anyone know where the Rule of Law goes when rioters ran our Congress into hiding? The searchers all say we'd have saved it that day if the guards had not been beaten and smattered. They might have fell down or they might have been tazed when our ship of state was in peril. Now all that remains is our congress trying to sail 'er. America rolls on, ship of state still in peril, still sailin' in the cities and states of our nation. Our states still united; our anthem we sing in the folds of American history. In a crusty ole ship of state we hang on in our Constitutional procedures. The Liberty bell rang and it rang fifty times, for each state in historic nation. Our rule of law lives on in the chambers of Congressional order.

Our nation, we recall, ain't insurrected; that's all. Liberty and Justice for all, and Congress won't take a fall! Glass half-Full

Ben Went Home

Ben had put away his labors and his cares, toward tranquility. Nearby the community of friends and believers stood waiting. We passed through paths of Bible study, prayer and fellowship. His labors now completed. As Ben approached God's Son,

His life crossed path with ours. The news spread among our people, from hour to hour. We had been gathering in Ben's earthly home, where Connie had made such hospitality known We never saw death coming, until a few days before Soon we knew, but were knowing not the day nor hour Ben's earthly life would, in heaven, begin again. And now it has resumed, with Jesus, born again. Eternal life with Jesus will go far, far beyond the paltry seventy-one years, now far gone. So now Ben has run his seventy-one year race. He's already met our Savior, Jesus, face to face. Do not be sad. Rejoice; be glad! King of Soul

The Bold Ai

If you're old timer like me, you may remember. . . back in the day. . . the old railroads, before jets were all the rage.

 Now trains are most folks third choice, after planes and cars. Also, if you're an old timer like me, you may be amazed at how , as Bard Bob had sung. . . the time's they are (and were) a 'changin'. . . Well sho'nuff, scruffy, they did, and now we got ourselves a brand spankin' new internet. . . well maybe not so new any more, since Hal, and TCP, cuz LSD had gone the way of the buffalo, and then there's IP and wobblies - but not like the old workers of the world union a hundred years ago. . . How big's your RAM? Are you ready for the dot.com craze? crazy baby! like, far out!, like wolfman jack used to say. . . and suddenly we're surfing on floppy discs and chomping down them megabytes and playin 'our gigabytes like rock bands used to play gigs. . . Then twitter came along. . . but it got X'd out by a musk ox heavyweight. . . Heavy, man! Far out! Facebook metastasized. Heavy, man!. . .like, far out! so cool. . . here's a little diddy I pecked out on the ole laptop. If you're old enough, maybe you can sing it to the old tune: 

Here's a little diddy I pecked out on the ole laptop. If you're old enough, maybe you can sing it to the old tune: I've been working on the internet, all the live long day. I've been tromping on the worldweb, just to pass the time away. Can't you hear the Ai calling, scrolling early in the morning? Can't you see the Ai scrolling. . . Lexi won't you blow; Siri won't you blow, Slexi, won't you roll your scroll! Someone's in the software with Lexi; someone's in the web, we know-oh,oh! Someone's in the webby with Siri, coding in the online flow. Fee, fie, fiddly Ai; uh,oh. . . Fee, fie fiddly Ai uh,oh. Fee fie, fiddly Ai, oh, coding on the online show. Ride, ride, ride them rails, baby! just like the old days. . . Underground Railroad Rides Again