The Thorn Bush Parable Update

Once upon an historical time, in an era long, long ago, in a land far, far away. . . our biblical correspondent, Judges Nine (number nion, number nion. . .) reported that, for whatever reason we know not, the trees of the field had said to the thorn bush, "You come and reign over us." Our correspondent Biblio reports, from Mount Gerizim: Judges 9:15: "And the thorny bush said to the trees, 'If, in good faith you are anointing me king over you then come and take refuge in my shade, but if not, let fire come out of the thorny bush and devour the cedars of Lebanon" ______________ Meanwhile, back at the tranche of history. . . Moses' great great great grand-cousin in the 21st century - Journal Izma, reports on the the bull moose party, that archaic GOP, (said to be) the party-of-Lincoln. . . you know - that slow-moving elephantine party - what used to be the Republican party. . . anyway. . . Journalizma continued his reporting, and his crusade to bring to justice the proud buoys and the three-perverters and the oathbleepers. . . (you remember) those insurrectionists on Capitol hill who mounted the janus-sixsix rebellion, (he said/she said blahblah). . . "If you have acted in good faith and integrity with US the People, then go ahead and go whacko with your marlogo hero." " But if not, let Our Rule of Law/Our Constitution fall heavily , because, back in the day, the days of long ago and far away, something like the thorn bush had said to the trees, "stand back and stand by" and 'If you are swearing me in as your main guy, then come and get hooked up to my artful Deal, but if not…

. . . let fire blaze down against those reps who are counting out the votes of US the people, and let fire come out from the leaders of the donkeys and from the old-school elephants, to strike Trumpimelech with the hammer of Justice. But Jotham and Gotham and Tom, Dick and Harry and Jezebel ran away in fear of Trumpimelech, Abimelech's descendant., because, as Simon had said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, or Capitol halls, or something like that.  Stay tuned for news at the 11th hour . . . Glass half-Full

Pale Shade

We skip a light randango, turn carwheels across the world. We been feeling kinda badly… but the crowds call out for more. The nation's drumming harder, and Constitution's blowing away, when I noticed another blink from our patriots along the way. And now its getting later, as the maga tells his tale, and the climate space at first . . . just blows a whiter spade of heil. They said there is no reason, and the truth's not plain to see, as we wandered through our online shards. . . and would not let them be. . . the run of sixteen-year-old vestal virgins who were leaving maralago coast.

And although our eyes are open, they might as well be closed. And now it is much later, as the offender reads his mail, that Uncle Sam's face. . . at first just ghostly, turns a darker shade of pale. Glass Chimera

Glory glory

Mine eyes have discerned the glory of the workings of the Lord. He had rambled through the promised land where Moses struck the chord. He distributed His glory throughout the ages by His Word. His Word is traveling on. I have read Him in the morning; I have discerned Him in the night. History's carved out for him a legacy of replacing wrong with right. And even though the martyrs died, believers hung on tight. His Word is traveling on. His Word enlightened Christians who have lived from age to age. We have defeated cruel adversity through pagan hate and rage We've discerned the glorious will of God as we've read from page to page. His Word is traveling on.

In the mystery of holiness Christ was nailed onto a tree With salvation in His sacrifice that has saved both you and me.

As he rose to conquer death itself ; his Life has made us free His Word is traveling on! King of Soul

Yuletide Faith

The man, young, restless and just out university, left his home state and his family behind. He settled in a popular city, where old folks take life easy. Little did know at that time; he was being guided by a providential instinct. . . into a destiny through which the Lord would bless those who blessed him, and he would eventually join all the people of the earth who have lived a life well-lived. He traveled through the sunshine, through the rain, past the panhandle of florid comfort. Although he didn't know it at the time, he was being directed to a destiny far above the sandy beaches because life is not a beach. And so he turned northward, finding opportunity in blue ridge, where new horizons were opening for him. And he prospered, and he found rest in the buncombe. But he was confounded when once, upon a midnight dreary, while he pondered, weak and weary, the dark wings of fate landed upon him and spoke, "Nevermore!" And he wondered, what the hell? Say what? Is there balm in Gilead? And so he took his journey westward, leaving Ur of the cawcawbird and traveling to the land of promise, although he didn't know it at the time. And a whole reel of adventures unfurled after he had received help from Melchizedek, the prince of Peace. He saw glory coming out, but he didn't know how. I think I'll change direction, here and now.  And the Lord assured him: "Do not be afraid. I am your shield and your reward." And the man believed the Lord; so he was given credit for being on the right side of the great divide. And he looked up into the night sky, and he saw a star pointing toward Bethlehem, a place he had heard about early on, when he was a kid, at Christmas. And the Christmas story became for him. . . not just a yuletide feast or a santa clause surprise, but the beginning of a new way of life, a path that would reveal purpose and redemption birthed in the strife of this life. Then one night he happened by the Junction and he met the girl who who became his other half, who would present unto him, as the prophet Micah had foretold, a new way of life, and although it was a new way, it was an ancient way that had been established long ago, when Abraham had looked up at the stars and the Lord had said that his progeny would be as the stars in the heavens. Smile, you're on camel camera, if you're a wise man, or woman.  And the stars were nice and they twinkled. . . but at the appointed time and at the appointed place, the place that Micah had foretold, the star directed the man, as he directs all wise men, if they are humble and willing to be led by the star, to a new birth into eternity where, as I once heard from a saved widow whose hubby had died. . . she said that he said to her in a dream: "It's like Christmas morning up here, all the time." And in the distance, I saw a shimmering face. . . I decided to stop for my life, the rest of my life. . .

And if you believe that, we've got some real estate in eternity that you might be interested in. Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah and may the Holy Spirit fly up into your understanding of what this life is really all about. Christ-believer

To Shoot or to Vote

To vote, or to shoot: that is the question. . . whether 'tis nobler, in a swarm of political troubles, to suffer the slings and nooses of outrageous insurrection, or take action against a wave of magamaniae, and by opposing, transcend them. To vote no more , and by that lapse to end, the democracy and the thousand Constitutional rights that Americans are heir to; 'tis an Amendment sadly to be tossed out. To mail-in votes, or to shoot, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub: for in that Constitutional clash what dreams may come. . . when we have shuffled off this mortal MAGA mess - there's the rub that makes calamity of so long a Republic's life.

There's a second amendment and a fifteenth amendmentFor who would bear the guns and votes of time? the Jan6 throng, or the mail-in working democrats? 2nd amendment guns, or 15th amendment votes : that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler to lock and load our gun rights, or to allow mail-in ballots so working folk can vote on Tuesdays when they have to go to work . . . or both, to keep everybody happy. . . that is the question. I mean, if Jan6 insurrectionists can be pardoned for their violent attack against our Congress, then surely working folk can be pardoned, by Congressional law, from their jobs, for an hour, or perchance to vote by mail. . . to go to the polls on election day! To shoot, or to vote: that is the question. Glass half-full

Samaritans

A lawyer asked Jesus what he ought to do gain eternal life. Jesus replied: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, all your strength and all your mind; and love your neighbor as yourself." The lawyer asked, as if he didn't know, "And who is my neighbor?" Jesus replied and said: "A man was going down to Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among robbers, and they stripped and beat him, and went away leaving him half dead. And by chance, a preacher was going down that road; when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. Likewise a priest also, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by him by. But a Samaritan who was on a journey, came upon the injured man, and felt compassion for him. He medicated and bandaged up the victim's wounds. Then the Samaritan brought him an inn and took care of him. On the next day he made provision for the victim to be treated, and for the bill to be paid. Jesus then posed the question: "Which of these travelers proved to be a good neighbor to the man who had fallen into the robbers' hands?" And the questioner said: "the one who showed mercy toward him." Jesus said, "Go and do likewise." About 2000 years went by. A group of believers who wanted to follow the precedent that Jesus had set founded Samaritan's Purse, a Christian ministry that puts shoe leather on the gospel. The world headquarters of Samaritan's Purse is in Boone, North Carolina, where I live. In September, 2024, hurricane Helene twirled her way out of the gulf, rambled through the armpit of Florida, and blasted northward, rolling right over our Blue Ridge mountains, tore up many a house and home in Boone. Today, a year and three months after Helene's destruction, a few residents of the Boone area gathered to dedicate a newly-constructed house that has recently been built by volunteers who were laboring for the Lord Jesus Christ, through the auspices of Samaritan's Purse, and the thousands of supporters around the world who contribute to that Christian fund.

If you look close into the photo, you may see a descendent of the American pioneer, Daniel Boone, who had trodden his way through our area, back in the day . . .about 200 years ago. Like Daniel Boone's pioneering trek through the western frontier, Samaritan's Purse, has, in years past and present, blazed a trail through disaster areas around the world, providing medical care, food, shelter and security for victims of hurricanes, typhoons, famines, droughts, wars and the myriad of disasters that this fallen world is heir to. Glass half-Full

Smokey History

excerpt from chapter 9 of my 2011 novel, Smoke When the Bolsheviks tore down the Russian Czar's gilt empire, they immediately began exporting their revolution to the world. That's the way Marx had conceived their grand plan, and so that's the way they intended to liberate the working world from the rapacity of capitalistic exploitation. They stubbornly undertook their project in spite of severe infighting and confused disorganization. So in spite of themselves, the Reds were able to intimidate their moneyed nemeses in the West. Fearfully anticipating an onslaught of Communism from the East, the European houses of wealth and power were scrambling for defenses.  Thus did they mistakenly identify, in the late 1930's, the German reich, newly constructed under Hitler's forcefully vicious methodology, as a wishful bastion of European order and capitalistic vigor. Weren't the Germans the proud forgers of finely-tuned industry and disciplined authority?  The leader of the western world were slowly deluding themselves into a tragically misguided assessment of Hitler. Too many of them saw his rise as a potential defense of European order, and the wealth that sustained it.  This confrontation of semi-biblical proportions would hold as captors . . . The lessons of history are veiled in time, memory, and sometimes. . .

Smoke

Fiddler

Being a guitar player in the 1960's-70's was a big deal. Some of us were legends in our own minds. I managed to make a couple of LP record albums, plucking my guitar and gathering a little help from me friends. In Asheville, musicians would gather at Caesar's place and jam on old mountain tunes like Rocky Top or Soldiers' Joy. Now and then I would have the honor and pleasure of jamming with fiddlers like Fox Watson or Beth Youngblood. Long about the 1990's, I discovered baroque master musician Antonio Vilvaldi and his Four Seasons violin concerto. Being so amazed at the virtuosity of violin performers, I took up the instrument and learned to play it. After five or six years, I decided to leave that exquisite instrument up to the real performers, those who were trained to coax so much passion and perfect music out of a bow and four strings. Passion is a very important part of all great music and, in truth, of all great accomplishments in human history, all great projects. to establish life, liberty, happiness, justice, truth and beauty, for us all. The violin, or fiddle or whatever you call it, is the instrument best designed to sound out the passionate cry for life, liberty, happiness, justice, truth and beauty, for us all.

In Alex Haley's class historic series, Roots, Fiddler is an important character. His struggles, like all those enslaved folk of that era, is an epic tale of human endeavor that all of us who strive for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness can relate to. Somewhere in this life sequence of mine, I went to see a hometown production of Fiddler on the Roof at Lees McRae College in Banner Elk. In the very first scene of the play, Tevya steps on stage, speaking profound truth:

" a Fiddler on the roof . . . sounds crazy, no?. . . you might say everyone of us is a fiddler on the roof, trying to scratch a pleasant simple tune. . . without breaking our neck!" Now at age 74, I can relate. . . trying to stretch out a life. . . without the steep uphill slog of life breaking me! Glass half-Full

Our Better Angels

"But when the He comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on his glorious throne. All peoples will be gathered before him, and he will separate them from one another, as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats." And he will: speak to those who are on his side, "You come with me. Inherit the life eternal life that has been prepared for you, even from the foundation of the world." "For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave me something to drink; I was a stranger and you invited me in. I was cold and you gave me warm clothes. I was sick and you visited me. I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink. I was in prison and you visited me." Then his people will respond. "Say what? When did we do all that stuff? When did we, like, see you sick, or in prison, and come and visit you?" And he will answer, "Whenever you've done it to the least of these, my people, you've done it for me. Methinks those angels who are gathered with Jesus at the conclusion of all earthly events are the better angels. They are better than the angels who mounted an insurrection against the Lord Creator of the Universe, back in the day, long before men and women were even on this earth. And it seems to me that there's a connection between those better angels and the better angels that President Obama mentioned in his inauguration, in 2009, after Wall Street had gone hog wild and launched a financial crisis. These days, viewing our nation and the predicament that we have gotten ourselves into, it seems to me we would be well advised to return to emphasizing the better angels of our nature - our American nature - 

as We the People were endowed by our Creator, with life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. So let's get away from the rebellious angels who caused all the trouble back in the beginning of time. Let's get back to our better angels! Glass half-Full

The Paranoia of Power

When Herod the king of Judea was sitting in his palace, back in those ancient days, three magi from the east arrived in Jerusalem; they were making an enquiry about the location of an important child who might turn out to be a threat to his royal position. "Where is he who has been born king of the Jews?" Herod asked. Herod was a little paranoid. He knew these Hebrews had scriptures and traditions upon which their ancient kingdom had been founded; and he knew that the Jews revered the words of the prophets that had been handed down for generations. Being a king whose personal identity and fortune was all wrapped up in power and the protection of his power in Judea, he pretended to be curious, when actually, in a paranoid frame of mind, he was being sly, like a fox, when he asked the wise men to report the location of baby Jesus' birth, under the guise of "so that I may come and worship him". But the Lord of the Universe, the Creator of all things, warned the wise men not to return to Herod. So they did not return to Herod's palace. Jesus Christ born in BethlehemThe magi followed the star to Bethlehem and visited Mary and Joseph with their newborn; then they returned to their homelands in the east. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Herod, sly as a fox, had inquired of the chief priests and scribes where Messiah was to be born. They spoke truthfully to their king, revealing that Messiah would be born, according to the prophet Micah, In Bethlehem.

So Herod sent his goons out to find the child and put an end to whatever it this kid was supposed to be. And you know the rest of that story. Joseph and Mary had to escape to Egypt for a while, until the coast was clear and they could return to Nazareth.  About thirty-three years later, Herod did come face to face with the man whose life he had wanted to end so many years earlier. The apostle Luke later reported that Herod was "glad" when, a lifetime later, he finally had the opportunity to meet Jesus. He wanted Jesus to do a miracle, or something like that, but Jesus, not being a show-off or a carnival performer, and fully comprehending his own destiny and the necessity of the crucifixion that was about to happen to him, declined Herod's request. With all the accusations that were being tossed around by the religious people, Herod just took the easy way out; he only mocked Jesus and commanded his soldiers to take the prisoner back to Pilate, who was the big cheese for the Roman occupiers of Judea at that time.  So we see that Herod, like many self-obsessed powermongers, passed the buck, or the prisoner, as the case may be, back to someone whose authority is greater. And you know the rest of the story. Smoke

Time and half Times

In the days of yore, after the apple had been eaten to the core when the words of destiny first showed up on the wall the one chosen to outline the times, the times, times and half the times before the voice of one crying in the wilderness issued the call and after the one who was to come had sacrificed it all the times rolled by cuz that's what they do, waiting for the call. I'm just here killing time, just to tell y'all. As times do roll the times do take their toll I'd take measures to make sure my name is on the roll I would take my signal from the King of Soul when I chopped off half my life to make it whole when I flew the coup and ran away to Texas I swore off the blues and the spells and hexes. In the days of the twenty-first century, the here and now I see the end coming but I don't know exactly how

I've walked the road from birth to to destiny just waiting here, waiting now for eternity, although, truth be told, eternity is here and eternity is now it's like we see it bleeding into here but we don't know how. The one redeeming assurance is that there once was a man who walked on our earth in a thirty-three year span They tried him and tied him and nailed him to a cross. When his people saw him hanging they thought all was lost, But the glorious truth was yet to be found when on the third day he rose out of the ground and if you believe that we've got some real estate for you. Just believe in His power; that's about all you have to do. King of Soul

The Artist Time Capsule

Russ Ramsey pointed out that Vincent wrote a letter to Theo, back in the day, about two hundred years ago it was, noticing that cab-horses in Paris have big, beautiful heart-broken eyes. But going back in time even further than that, back to the original source of western literature and Judeo-Christian legacy, Moses took on an inspired glow, actualizing the principle that true glory is more than we, as mere men, can bear. From Ur to Egypt to Mount Moriah to Canaan & beyond. . .\. to Athens and Rome and Paris and London and New York and Los Angeles and to the edges of the civilized world, we notice that true artists carefully arrange, throughout their work, whether with paint, piano, or pen. . . they arrange vignettes that lead the viewer's attention, or the listener's attention, or the reader's attention to a story being presented. And we notice that we, people made in the image of our Creator. . . we are, by nature, creative beings. The cold, hard truth is that beauty and profundity arise from the train-wreck of life, probably more-so than the a walk in the park. Faith is born from this life of disruption, disappointment and even despair. Hope must rise in the darkest dark of night. So much beauty is born out of suffering. Like Simon Peter during the trial of Jesus, deep regrets can contribute to the deepest achievements in this earthly life. As Napolean had absconded Mona Lisa for a time, eventually he saw the light and restored her to the public realm. A century later, soldiers smuggled her out of Paris so that hitler would not get a hold of her. When the artist prolongs his inspiration by adopting a new approach to creation, the critics don't generally understand, like when Dylan went electric, back in the day. It's like when JMW Turner turned the eyes of English art from classical art to modern impressionism. He was charinting a new path that would ultimately lead to modern art, instead of the ancient imagery. Forging new paths, laying new tracks toward progress and history. . .

When Dylan turned from what he was to what he was becoming in Christ, his former promoters just didn't get it. They said "don't come no more, so Dylan took a slow train to muscle shoals where he find musicians whose relative faith and unjaded innocence, along with their down-south musical excellence, provided for born-again Bob an opportunity to transform his life purpose in a new direction that would glorify the Lord Creator of the Universe instead of the mammon of mainstream blahblah. And so Bob sang, even as Moses, or Isaiah, or Daniel or Peter or Paul or Mary might have expressed it. . . "So I walk out on my own, a thousand miles from home, but i don't feel alone, because i believe in you." And whether you like it or not, whether you notice it or not, every person will have to serve somebody in order to to make progress in their own personal path toward fulfillment, satisfaction. "It may be the devil, or may be the Lord",  And as Ernest had noticed back in the day . . . two roads diverged, and he had to choose one in order to move forward. He chose the one less traveled, an that made all the difference. Reading between the lines always did have its advantages.  Glass half-Full

Deja vu Again

I'm having deja vu here. . . as CSNY sang, back in the day, 1970's. . . "We have all been here before. We have all been here before." We have all seen a president being dismissed from his job: 1973, Richard Nixon understood that the charges against him were irrefutable. And Nixon's crimes were not even as serious donald trump's crimes. I'm having deja vu here. . . Senator Sam Ervin of my home state, North Carolina, chairman of the Senate Watergate investigation committee, watching those hearings. . . I'm having deja vu here. . .

Chairman Benny Parsons of the US House conducting their investigation into donald trump's instigation of the insurrection, all the testimonies, most notably from Cassidy Hutchinson, who was Mark Meadows' secretary in the white house. I'm having deja vu here. . . Mark Meadows' testimony in the court case wherein Jack Smith is dragging all this insurrectionary crime back into the public eye, and now, once again, in a courtroom, where it should have been long ago before Jack Smith ceased his prosecution because the magamaniacs had put trump back into the oval. But here's where the deja vu ends: Richard Nixon resigned when he realized that his criminality had been proven, and shown openly to the American people. Nixon did the right thing when he took his ball and went home. He was even able, later, to regain some public respect from US the people, because he saw the writing on the wall and did the right thing when he knew his time for giving up had come. Yes, the deja vu ends because donald trump is desperately clinging to his precious position in the rose garden, where he had stood, January 6, 2021 when he told the insurrectionists to "go to the Capitol" and to "be strong or you won't have a country any more" or some such bullsh**. The evidence trump now is overwhelming, and then there's the Hegseth disaster in telling military officers, illegally, to kill all the people on a boat in the Carribbean. We have all been here before, but I'm still waiting for trump's other shoe to drop, as a federal judge has ejected trump from her courtroom because of lawless disruption and his blatant contempt for Rule of Law. Let's expedite this removal now. Congress needs to get busy and impeach trump now! J.D. Vance would be a better president. Glass half-Full

River of Life

"Three score and ten". . . were the biblical words that my father quoted to me, back in the day, in the 1990's, just before lung cancer and Philip Morris dragged him down into the eternal realm. I will not know on which side of that great postmortem divide he landed until I arrive there. Chances are. . . or Providential destiny, based upon biblical directions, assure me, that I will land on the Heavenly side.  But getting back to the here and now. . . viewing this world and whatever antecedes it, I ponder the actual words printed in the King James version, Psalm 90:10: "The days of our years are threescore and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength, labor, and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away". . . In the here and now, on this day, sitting in Watertown, Mass., reflecting on the early days of my life. . . winter of 1971, when I was working in a restaurant in Nederland, Colorado. . . and listening to a folky trio, and the songstress, Casey, singing Joni's "River" . . . "I wish I had a river I could skate away on". . . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvR7Dkg4NQU&list=RDMvR7Dkg4NQU&start_radio=1 and now remembering. . . then, after that 1971 holiday season, returning to Louisiana where there is no frozen river. . . "I wish I had a river I could skate away on. . ."

River Frozen At age 74, now, I'm not far away from skating onto that long-awaited river of eternity, the stream of divine revelation that will guide me into everlasting life, that everlasting realm where my faith in the man who came. . . the man who was crucified on a cross and rose again on the third day. . . his resurrection assuring that my life is, indeed, eternal, with Him who was born in a manger, died on a cross. . . and I will be resurrected, as He was, on the third day. . . if you can believe it. Those gospel accounts are, I discover, the stepping stones across this River of Life, which I will, someday, skate upon. . . Glass half-Full

Impeach trump Now!

Now. . . as I sit here in suburban Boston, recalling the historic words that were signaled by Paul Revere to his patriot connection in the Old North Church. . . "one if by land, two if by sea". . . The signal has been renewed by our Supreme Court, who have denied the power of trump to command America as a king! Just as our forefathers denied King George the power to rule our developing United States of America, a nation founded upon a Constitution, a bill of rights, and ultimately a Proclamation Declaration, as guarded by our Rule of law, our Constitution.  The oval office is not a throne! trump is impotent to think he can speak ex cathedra from the oval. He is living in a dream world in which he imagines himself a king. But no, we did indeed fight a bloody revolution to put the the king in his place, far, far away from our American shores? I am so glad that Warren Buffet has reported that the Justices have come to their senses, realizing, at long last, that their allegiance to our Constitution and our Rule of Law supercedes any imagined alliance that they might have had to the madman who appointed them. Now is the time for all men to come to the aid of our country!  Now is time for trump to take his ball and go home! We the People demand our Senators and Representatives to impeach trump now!

Representatives and Senators, come to the aid of our Justices, who have now come to the aid of US the people . . . Now is the time for our Representatives and Senators to impeach trump now. It doesn't matter that the two previous impeachments failed. Impeach trump now! Glass half-Full

Byzatntium Ravanchium

Oh yes, this is a world for old men, with the young slowly reconstructing, according to new digital paths. The boomer generation have cast their songs. . . the Beatle hits, the Deja Vu clouded seas, with Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young commending to all generations past, present and future. . . whatever is to be or not to be: that is the challenge: whether 'tis nobler in the ides of baby boomering persons. . . to tackle a screwed-up world, and by amending, unscrew it. Now an aging boomer is but an anti-dialectic thing, a patch-up coat hung upon a crescent moon, unless Soul clap its hands and sing. . .every remnant of a half-remembered song. . . for what it's worth. . . there's something happ'n'in here; what it is ain't exactly clear. . . and wooden ships, on the water. . .

 and then along comes the bard, the poet who was blowin' in the wind, every wind of news and views and multi-colored hues, and now he's ceased his blowin' in the wind. Now there's a new track laid upon the wide, wide prairies of American time, a slow train coming round the bend. . . "Man's ego's inflated; his laws are outdated. . . there's a man on the cross, and he be crucified for you; just believe in His power; that's all about all you got to do". . . It's up to you. King of Soul

Atrocities

Marcus opened a can of turpentine. He tipped it slightly so that its upper contents would spill onto a rag that lay on the parking lot next to his car. With the rag partially soaked, he began rubbing on the driver’s-side door. Someone had painted a black swastika on it while he was working late. His cell phone rang. He opened it, looked at the mini-screen, saw "Grille," which stood for Jesse James Gang Grille. In the last few days, however, whenever he would see "Grille" displayed as the caller ID, it registered in his mind as "Girl," meaning Bridget, because she would often call from there. "Hi." "Marcus, have you heard about the explosion?" "No, where?" "At the Belmont Hotel, about 20 minutes ago." The Belmont was just two blocks from the restaurant. "That’s where the FEF convention is. Aleph told me he would be going there tonight. Has anybody been down there to see what’s happening?" "Kaneesha left here right after we heard it, but she hasn’t returned. I don’t think anybody’s getting in there for awhile. The police have got the whole block barricaded." "I want to find out if anything has happened to Aleph. Don’t you think he would have left there by now? "The TV News says the police aren’t letting anyone in or out except rescue workers." "I’m headed over there in a few minutes, as soon as I get the car-door cleaned up. Someone painted a swastika on it. I wonder if it was that Dexter Bisto guy." "You mean the one who threw the red paint on the Lincoln statue?

(excerpt from chapter 19 of my 2007 novel, available through Amazon). https://www.amazon.com/Glass-Half-Full-Carey-Rowland/dp/1419676490

Precious Nation

Freedom riders, under the sun, how were we to know, you would be the one to show us we were blinded, to show us we were wrong how weak was the Constitution we were standing upon! Now there’s political warfare, law and order breaking down. We either have freedom or we have contention and there’s very little neutral ground. The enemy is political, howbeit we are deceived when Liberty’s in our hearts and we still don’t relieve. Shine our light; shine our light of Liberty. None of us can make it on our own We’re a little to stubborn to change our tone. Our so-called peace has fallen under a spell when insurrectionists look us squarely in the eye and they say: well, all is well! Can they imagine the trouble that will come from on high when citizens beg courts for justice, but instead get immunity’s cry! Citizens let me tell you about a a Congress they abhorred They were trampling through the Capitol

where the grapes of wrath are stored They were yelling about their leader’s loss They were attacking our Congress for their boss Shine our light; shine our light of Liberty. But none of us can make it on our own We’re a little to stubborn to change our tone. Precious nation, believe me when I say What the founders have given us, no man ought take away. We are covered in stripes, y’all, of red, white and blue Our forefathers preserved our unity, one nation, that’s true. We have no king, y’all; we ran him off in 1781 We still have the lamp of Liberty when its all said and done. Although there was violence in the Capitol halls Let us not be deceived, on the way back to Justice, y’all. On the way past the insurrectionists’ tort. to the judgement hall of our high court. Thanks to bro’ Bob for this slow gained inspiration. Glass half-Full

Historic Jackson Justice

When America was a child, we spoke as a child, but when we became a grown-up, we put away childish ways. For then, back in the day, we were seeing, in a mirror, darkly, our ancestors' reflections in the manner of kings, serving as subjects to a crown, vassals in search of a vessel wherein we could navigate our way to a new world, a world in which all men and women, at last, at long last we live and move and have our freedom as men of women with dignity, equal rights and equal privileges in the eyes of God, man, in the statutes of God's law and man's law. When I was a child, I grew up in Jackson, Mississippi in the 1950's. Jackson was also the home of Medgar Evers, who had joined our army during the great war. . . Medgar, who had faced nazi battalions in Europe, only to return to Jackson and be told to go to the back of the bus, and ultimately to be assassinated in his own front yard because he was instructing his community in voter registration in Mississippi and Alabama. When I was a child in Jackson, a southern city that had been named after Andrew Jackson, whose backwoods legacy reminds us of both prejudice and victory over prejudice because he was an advocate for working Americans, as compared to rich and privileged ones, but he was also a racist, especially toward Native Americans. And let us not forget US Supreme Court Justice Robert H. Jackson, 1941–54, who also served as prosecutor at the Nuremberg trials after hitler's third reich was brought to its final end and brought to the bar of Justice and the judgements of human history. And let us remember, progressing forward into history. . . Ketanji Brown Jackson's recent challenge in our US Supreme Court, a few weeks ago.

Justice Jackson asked: "Counsel, under your theory of absolute immunity, would a president be immune from prosecution if he ordered the military to assassinate a political opponent?" Justice Ketanji Brown JacksonLet us hope that Justice Jackson's question will be answered with a gavel toward freedom and justice by the Court's impending decision on presidential immunity. Let us hope that the justice-demanding opposition represented by Davy Crockett, er, excuse me, Jasmine Crockett will prevail in the high Court's impending decision. Let us hope that Justice Jackson's profound question will be answered by the supreme court with a decisive NO! No to presidential immunity in his role as Commander in Chief, Chief Executive and occupant of the oval office. As a wise person has said somewhere: Let immunity end a the Oval door. May Justice Jackson's question be the key that locks the door behind trump's attempt to transform our Presidency into a Kingship.  King of Soul

Phonomenon

This has turned out to be quite a phonomenon. We've come a long way since 1876, when Alexander Graham Bell made the first call to Mr. Watson. Alexander said: "Mr. Watson, come here. I want to see you." We've come a long way since phone calls were connected by operators.

We've come a long way since the old telephone booth days. 

We've come a long way since Martin Cooper invented the first cell phone. 

We've made great strides since then. 

It's really something to do when you're in between episodes of real life.

Quite the phonomenon, these days, these cell phones. . . everywhere we go, no matter what the crowd flow, or the show, we're always on the go. Even so, these are the good ole days, dont'cha'know. Turkey day's just around the corner. We're all turkeys on this bus. In a month, we'll have Santy Clause climbing down the chimney, with his cell phone, keeping in track with his routers at the North Pole. Happy holidays! Don't forget to give us a call! that's all, y'all. Glass Chimera

Not in Kansas Any More, Toto!

Wikipedia defines an epic film as one having large scale, sweeping scope and spectacle. Universal Pictures' new movie, Wicked qualifies as an epic because it has all three elements, especially large scale, and especially, in this writer's opinion, the scale of large Time, or, to put it a better way: That movie has been blowing around in my mind for most of my lifetime! A new kid on the block, you see, Wicked . . . a 2025 blockbuster movie completes the cycle that was set in motion when I first saw The Wizard of Oz, back in the day. . . in the early 1950's when I was a baby boomer, and . . . 

Where's Scarecrow?for whatever reason, my memory of Dorothy, Lion, and Scarecrow was blown like a Kansas tornado into my young brain, year after year, as Warner Brothers' 1939 motion picture was subsequently broadcast by CBS, year after year, for as long as this 74-year-old time-traveler can remember. . . watching TV back in the day, before the '60's rolled in, when assassinations, Vietnam and Kent State tragedies blew in like a Kansas tornado and whirled our boomer dreams away. But now, now, we discover, as Paul Harvey used to say. . . the rest of the story. Now we pull back the curtain to see what was going on behind that behind-the-scenes rivalry between the wicked witch and and good witch. Now we see! Now we understand! And this widening of our vision, this telescopic sighting on a multiplex scale as wide as a Kansas cornfield expands our awareness into the epic realm. The windswept adventure of Dorothy, Tin man, Lion and Scarecrow launches our baby-booming American imagination into the epic realm of ancient past epics, Gilgamesh, Beowulf and George Washington chopping down the cherry tree. . . . here to tell y'bout: We ain't in Kansas any more, Toto! Now we're caught up in that new , blockbustin' Wicked Hollywood Universal twister! Now we know the rest of the story! Glass Chimera

Insurrection/Emissions Rant

Stephen Miller, the donald's white house henchman, says Demmie "lawmakers are now calling for insurrection", as if that were some kind of problem. . . when all the dems are trying to do is get the donald to govern according to the Constitution, maybe even call off the Guards that he's been sending illegally, lately. . . In California and Oregon and Chicago. Now I say illegally, because our Rule of Law, established over 369 years and carefully nourished by our Supreme Courts, our other courts, state courts, courts of Law, criminal courts, small claim courts. . . all of 'em . . . yeah, those laws, in the grand tradition of which a district Judge has already ruled trump acted illegally when he called the National Guard to attack demonstrators. trump should have known better; he tried to pull the same trick, back in the day, in that same state, Oregon, when Oregonians were lamenting the Illegal murder of George Floyd. I mean, Stephen is talking trash: calling the thousands of anti-trump protestors across the nation. . . calling it "insurrection". What it is is: American citizens making use of the their Constitutional rights, most obviously that very 1st Amendment: freedom of speech, of the press, or the right of the people to peaceably assemble and petition the government for a redress of grievances. I mean, I'm like . . . What do you think the proud toys and the 2-percenters and oath-knockers were doing when they stormed our Capitol at trump's trump's dog-whistling instigation?!

whistlin' dixie? well, come to think of it, maybe some of them were, but hey, I'm a southerner myself and I'm damn glad that President Lincoln sent the US Army to get those southern enslavers in line, and not only that, Honest Abe promulgated the Emancipation Proclamation, a document that far out weighs, in American history, trump's blubbery magamush. And whilw I'm at it . . .Where't the party of Lincoln, Eisenhower and Reagan when you need it?! One more thing: Now donald's gonna knock all our emissions regulations to high hell, sky high, up into the atmosphere. . . when all that carbon particulates and emissions get pumped out of a thousand holes: drill, baby, drill! in that sandy bottom of the Gulf of Mexico, Drill, baby, drill! and after he gets done with it, like, while he's at it, maybe he'll be dumping all the classified docs in around those oil rigs so Jack Smith can't use them as evidence.  I mean, this rant started what I learned from Shawn while perusing the Times, times and half a time. Meanwhile, don't forget the writing on the wall: many, many turkeys falling, when Sheriff Jack comes to town. And I told 'em that! (as Amos had said to Andy back in the day.) Glass half-Full

The Wizard of What Was

The wizard behind the insurrection, the operator who was calling the shots from his oval perch, the "go to the capitol. . . be strong" instigator has had the curtain pulled back now.

as another curtain is now pulled back and is confronted by a tin man congress and as scarecrow house speaker, unexpectedly. . . when you least expect it. . . candid camera of history focuses on epstein tea pot now known, blowing steam on a carribbean island where the ghislene queen was conducting dances with wolves in sheep's clothing, or rather elephants who were stomping the grand ole party to death with their antics but now the sh** story has hit the fans as survivors of ghislene's dream and jeffrey's scheme and donald's debauchery squirm as they now see the writing on the wall: many, many, turkeys caught in the tangled web they wove when first they purposed to unload on young girls. Meanwhile back at the ranch, the oval occupant was hobnobbing with Saudi Salman, living the dream, while it still lasts, but the projector stopping now, and "The End" is near, as fear and loathing in Congress amps up and the oval occupant goes down the elevator, only to go the way of the buffalo, as "dirty tricks" white house memories flow and the prosecutors go and go, remembering classy documents stuffed in boxes at MarLago. Glass half-Full

From Fort Sumter to tort trumpster

In our United States of America, we have a long-standing principle that keeps US together as a nation: the Rule of Law. What Rule of Law of Means is: we are held together as a nation, as a democratic republic by laws that have been set into place by our founders, beginning in 1776, when our founders signed the Declaration of Independence. That document severed our ties with an English King, and replaced his authority with Rule of Law. In America, we have Rule of Law, not rule by kings. After George Washington had served his term as President, he stepped aside, clearing the way for the next president, John Adams, who was duly elected, according to the Rule of Law, our Constitution, that the founders had established. In 1861, the rebels attacked Fort Sumter, a fort for the protection of our United States of America. In 2021, the rebels attacked our US Capitol, a dome for the governance of, and peace and safety, of our United States of America.

In the lawful development of our history, laws have been generally separated into four categories: Constitutional Law, Federal Law, State Law and Civil Law, which we depend on to resolve the disputes that happen between citizens, as when some folks perform actions that cause other folks to suffer loss or harm. In Civil Law, there is a thing called "tort", which means a person(s) suffers loss or harm. When the trumpsters attacked our capitol, it was tort against US, the people of the United States. We suffered the loss of our peace and safety because trump chose to send a mob to attack our Congress. So we see that, in the course of American history, our nation's peace and safety has been attacked from within, twice: the first time was at Fort Sumter. . . The second time was tort trumpster. During our first civil war, President Lincoln issued an Executive Order, the Emancipation Proclamation, which freed the slaves. He was a man who had emerged from the backwoods of IIlinois, to emancipate our nation from the tyranny of war and slavery. In this present civil war, the one that was started when the rebels attacked our Congress and our Capitol, we have a federal prosecutor who has called for our citizens to be emancipated from the law-breaking, tort-taunting occupant of the white house, a hallowed home for past presidents, which he wants to destroy, just as he wants to destroy our rule of law. Now is the time for good men and women to come to the aid of our country. Help Jack Smith restore our Rule of Law, which was attacked when trump sent his legions to attack Fort Congress! This citizen, a hapless blogger, appeals to the wisdom of US the people, who may remember the counsel of King Solomon, long ago: "Catch the foxes, the little foxes that are ruining the vineyards." The update is: prosecute (not pardon) the insurrectionists who replayed a Fort Sumter with a tort trumpster insurrection. Glass half-Full

Knave New World

It's the slow news coming, coming 'round the Net. How do we know who to believe, what to believe? Where's Cronkite when you need him? Where's Huntley/Brinkley when the nation's on the brink of a president being haunted by the ghost of Epstein, while social media presents players unlimited by journalistic integrity and mainstreaming media whistles dixie while yankee newspapers are smeared with obsolete paper and ink? Are we on the brink of a nation being driven to drink? How can a commander in chief of insurrectionists be still occupying the oval hovel as east wing heritage goes the way of the buffalo? 1984 done came and went and 2024 brought a rerun event, when the chief insurrectionist pulled out his trump card and took the hand, the hand of Uncle Sam, whose stars and stripes now disappear in the fog of confusion blown out when contusions slice and dice the news and magamaniac ICE pursues and abuses po' folk who have po' ways because they're not to allowed to stay in the land of the free and the home of the brave? Yes, Virginia, we've fallen far, descended from brave to slave. History reverses itself as wise men rave and strong men misbehave. it's a knave new world, I'm tellin' ya. Believe me when I say, what the Founders have given, the maga-men have taken away. And I told him that! We're not in Kansas any more. Where's Bob Dole when you need him? Where's Mitt? The party of Lincoln is stinkin' with the rot of rebel secession; it's an entropy digression, worse than the Great depression.  It's the insurrection raised from the dead,

a zombie elephant, blowing news that irrelevant. I know this is a rant; I've tried to reconcile, but I just can't! Goodbye cruel nation. ""Maybe, if I just change the station?" Once upon nation, bleak and bleary, while I pondered weak and weary, o'er some sad, forgotten Constitution from bygone days of yore. But quoth the raven: "Nevermore." Smoke

Let Justice Roll

The old song lamented: To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow. What's here today is gone tomorrow. Judge Cannon kept her aces in her hand Until the scale of justice collapased into the sand. Mr. Smith left Washington, his head hung low. But that was a long long time ago. Now once again the waters of Justice begin to flow Just as they have been flowing since long, long ago. Inasmuch as donald was exalted from the dust, Along came the time when Jack did what he must. But the hot winds of Ahab blew out of the big mouth winds from New York up north and from Florida down south. Behold, Justice will consume trump and his house As the scales of Justice tipped against devil-dealer Faust. The art of the deal with the devil goes only so far only until the arc of the covenant raises its star. The covenant being that ole Constitution doc that was laid aside until Jack Smith wound the clock. Now's the time for all good folk to come the aid of our country, when insurrection made Justice fade.

As Nero had fiddled while Rome blazed and burned So did the donald while Congress was spurned. But in matters of nation and country and State Justice must prevail before its too late. So stand up with Jack as Mr. Smith goes to the Court To at last reign down Justice on the Jan6 tort. Jack must go to the Court to let Justice roll Just as Amos had prophesied in days of old Let Justice roll down like the waters So that America can function like it oughta. Just as Amos had said to Andy back in the day: "And I told him that!" That's all I have to say. Glass half-Full

Time Times and half a Time

"The Lord will pass through to smite the enslavers; and when He sees the blood on the lintel and on the two door posts, the Lord will passover the door and will not allow the destroyer to come into your houses to smite you."

"Give us advice; make a decision. Cast your shadow like high noon: Hide the outcasts; do not betray the fugitive. Let the outcasts stay with you; be a hiding place for them from the destroyer."i "Let the outcasts stay with you; be a hiding place to them from the destroyer." "In the long run. . . A throne will be established in lovingkindness, and a judge will sit on it in faithfulness. He will seek justice. "Let justice roll down like the waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream." "Now in case a countryman of yours becomes poor, and his earnings falter, then you are to sustain him, like a stranger or a sojourner, so that he may live with you." "For I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited me in."

" Say what? When did we see you a stranger, and invite you in?" Then King of Kings will answer: 'To whatever extent you did it for one of my people, even the least among them, you did it to me." And by 'n by, along came Emma Lazarus, raising up the huddled masses, affording them deliverance from the destroyer. "Give me your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free" Glass half-Full

Fourth Reich Rerun

3rd Reich: In 1933 hitler was appointed German Chancellor. Four weeks later, the German Reichstag was set on fire.

The Nazi party, driven by hitler youth, led by Hitler, blamed the Reichstag fire on their political rivals, the Communists. Later that year, hitler was granted dictatorial powers. Soon thereafter, hitler’s third reich erected the first concentration camps to imprison political dissidents and other Germans who were judged by the nazi regime to be against the nazi juggernaut. 4th Reich: In November, 2016, trump won the American presidential election. He occupied the White House from 2016 through 2021. In election season of 2020, trump publically told the proud boys to “stand by.” In November, 2020, trump’s re-election bid was denied by the American people. January, 2021, trump spoke to his supporters on the Ellipse; he urged them to go to Capitol on January 6th, the day that all American Electoral votes, having been delivered to Congress according to procedures that had been written into our US Constitution. On January 6th, 2021, trump publicly urged his supporters to “go to the Capitol” while the Electoral votes were being counted by our House of Representatives and Senate. He told his rallying supporters: Having full awareness that the Electoral votes count would determine his defeat, trump spoke to a crowd of supporters at the Ellipse on January 6th, the day that Electoral votes were to be tallied in our Senate and House of Representatives, according to Constitutional procedures. As his fans were marching to the Capitol on that day, trump made a public statement on TV and media, in which he urged them: “We’re never going to take back our country with weakness. You have to show strength and you have to be strong.” As the magamaniac crowd gained momentum in their march on our Capitol, their riotous behavior was amped up into a full insurrection, urged on by the “three percenters”, the “oath-keepers, and the “proud boys” The proud boys had been urged by donald trump, during his debate with President Joe Biden, to “stand by.” The proud boys did, indeed, stand by, until they were mustered into service for their lawless leader on January 6, 2021. trump and his magamaniacs later blamed the insurrection on “antifa”, whatever that is. . . maybe George Wallace Rockwell’s hooded cross-burners from back in the days of the confederacy insurrection?

The insurrectionists were, during the Biden administration, all tried and found guilty of their crimes. But when trump weasled his way back into the oval, he pardoned those convicted insurrectionists, just as hitler had let the hitler youth and the nazi stormtroopers slide by after he had later grabbed the chancellorship. He let ’em off the hook, and put them to work in his third reich. trump will undoubtedly keep his dog whistle handy for the next time he needs his insurrection-troopers. If trump musters enough fourth reich dictatorship, he’ll send his special troops to finish the job of militarizing Los Angeles, Portland and Chicago, unless. . .

Now is the time for Americans to come to the aid of our Country. Our United States of America is founded on our Constitution, not on mob rule. Impeach the dictator wannabee now! Glass half-Full

Musing in Autumn

When the browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead,

Remember then, sprouts of spring; they had come. . . to witness Spring’s new hope, born of leaves decaying.

“As new life will come with living, Love will come with the living, and giving, without measure, yields, in return, the wondrous yearn for peace, almost seen. . . Walk hand in hand, and together we’ll stand on the the threshold of a dream . . .”

and going even further back in our boomer earlier place and time, Martin Luther King had spoken the words of Hope:

“I have a dream. . .”I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed:”

“We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

These memories of an aging baby boomer, gathered in the gutter of remembrance. Remember then, sprouts of spring; they had come. . . “to Witness Spring’s new hope, born of leaves decaying. As new life will come with living, Love will come with the living, and giving, without measure, yields, in return, the wondrous yearn for peace, almost seen. . . Walk hand in hand, and together we’ll stand. . . on the the threshold of a dream.”

Glass half-Full

The Greatest Scene Ever Seen

I remember hearing "Revolution 9" on the Beatles' White Album, back in the day. . . but this is more significant, and, in the long run historically, far more significant:

"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 earth, or under the earth, was able to open the book 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. Then 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 at the throne with the tree living creatures, the Lamb of God,  (Christ Jesus) standing, as if slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God, sent out into all 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 full of incense, which are the prayers of saints. And they sang a new song: "Worthy are You to take the book and to break its seals; for You were slain. . . and you purchased for God, with your blood, men from every tribe and nation."

In the last two chapters of Revelation, indeed. . . the last two chapters of the entire Bible, we find a description of the new heaven and earth, the eternal kingdom of God. The eternal city has a great high wall, maybe something like this one in Cambridge, Massachusetts:

. . . which is across the street from Alaetheia Church where, today, we saw 24 people baptized into that eternal Kingdom. Listen: Revelation 5:9 King of Soul

Dialectics

Back in the day, nigh unto 200 years ago, along came a fella, a thinking man, a philosopher as it were . . . but he had a streak of common sense that stretches clear into the here and now. . . Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel. Common sense, yes, because his contemplations and theories focused on the real world, what is really going on in the affairs of men. His Dialectic ultimately became a standard for thinking people to analyze historical developments, the web and flow of ideas that slosh back and forth in the ideas and philosophies of men. In the 19th century, a famous (or infamous, depending on your politics) economist named Karl Marx applied some Hegelian principles to his analysis of history, economics and industry. Long story short, he came up with some new ideas pertaining to capitalism, which during his time was a juggernaut of developing modernity that was rearranging the ways that men work to make a living. During that era, mid-1800's, industrial progress was growing in leaps and bounds. There were conditions in industrial plants that were hard on the workers, even to the point of endangering them and/or even killing them. Karl Marx developed his theories about the workers' alienation and their tribulations in trying to make a living in the industrial establishment that was so dang profit-driven. Marx's theories later spread far and wide and were ultimately summed up in a modern idea call communism. You may have heard of it; it was quite a rabid topic back in the day, when I was a young man. At that time, in the 1950's, the Russians were hard at it, trying to work out their communist plan that had begun back in 1917 when the Bolsheviks kicked the Czar out of his centuries-long dynastic power over the Russian workers. But what I am thinking about now, is this word, Dialectics, which I have seen or heard as applied to history, industrialism and workers' rights. But this morning I encountered, while reading, the word Dialectics applied to Capital investment and making money in the stock market. While reading a random email this morning from some person, or entity, named Porter, who was offering profit possibilities through his investment advice, which happened to center on today's juggernaut of profit, progress and wonder, the mysterious Ai, whatever that is. Therein, I read this sentence: "Let's use dialectic thinking to look beyond the simple narratives." As for me, I didn't bother to click on his money-making link, but I did take note of his use of the infamous "dialectic" word. And I realized that we have come full circle in our thinking since the 1840's, when "dialectic" was appropriated by Hegel and Marx. Now the dialectic is, apparently, considered a useful rationale for making money in the stock market. I can only conclude that, in history, what goes around. . . comes around. But you never know exactly how. So my mind slips back into a memory of an old Dylan song, the one about when God gave names to all the animals, and the man saw an animal producing milk, but the man didn't know how, so he called it a "cow." Go figure.

How's that for some dialecting on a Saturday morn? Glass Chimera

Jack Strikes Back!

Jack Smith jumped over Supreme Immunity tricks After insurrectionists had been tossing Jan6 bricks When the high court cast their Immunity spell as if tossing our Constitution all to hell Jack threw in the prosecutor's towel delaying his conspiracy case re: deeds most foul. But now is the time for all good lawyers to come to the aid of their country that has become so dumb Because magas would rather follow a lying piper. They hang on trump's rear end like a diaper, as the Oval occupant illegally summons soldiers to beat up American citizens who act bolder

just as Paul Revere rode fearlessly After the signal:"One if by land, two if by sea!" Yes, now is the time for lawful citizens to back Jack! As Los Angeles, Portland and Chicago fight back. Just like salvation, laid in a grave for three days Jack's truth-finding prosecution rises out of the haze To cast light on the trump-led Jan6 conspiracy attack when proud boys no longer stood by and stood back Now proud Americans will learn of what really went down When the Jan6 insurrectionists came to Washington town.

As Navalny had warned before he was taken out Now is the time for Americans to make the truth to come out. Listen to Jack Smith's long delayed testimony! Remember the Patriot's "one if by immunity, but two by testimony!" Glass half-Full

The Mystery of History

Now I don't know but I been told this world is very old.

The old Book from which I have gathered most of my information depicts a world - and its inhabitants - that goes way, way back in time. The biblical account that is given in our foundational book has turned out to be, as Providence would have it, the basis for cultural development, knowledge procurement and a very long, foundational story for the entire western world. Middle Eastern, North African, European culture and histories are founded upon ancient glyphs and and manuscripts. We revere some of them as holy writ, canonical Scriptures. . . from Moses to the prophets and apostles and beyond . . . alongside the Greek poets and philosophers, who accompany Moses, Jesus, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, Paul . . . to Constantine, Augustine, even Mohammed … to and through the long papyrus scrolls and papers that document the histories of emperores, kings and queens, philosophers, priests, preachers, scholars, teachers, scientists and politicians who systemized Indo-European governance, and educated literate people. . . calculated engineering that morphed progressively in the myriad forms of cultural development and property descriptions, leaving a cultural and societal legacy several millennia long.

For us in the Judeo/Christian world, that old Bible is the primary source, the heart and soul of it, the fountain of wisdom, literacy, morality and history. . . the source of all we know and believe about our ancestors since Abraham, and Moses, the prophets, the One who conquered our ancient foe, death itself, by His Resurrection. Yes, and Amen. . . especially the One, Yeshua ha Meschiach, whose amazing work, teaching and Conquest of death was reported in the New Testament, which became, or should have become, the greatest event in history.

 As a person who has lived on this planet for 74 years, I can testify that I have probably, statistically, traveled more years along this path that we call Life. . . than my years ahead, which I have yet to experience. That is why I am believing in the One who conquered death, to delivery me into that eternal realm, beyond this world, where He is, and has reigned since the beginning of Time. . . and even before that, all eterntiy!  Furthermore, in my humble opinion, this is why we call everything that preceded Jesus, and every moment since then. . .that greatest story ever told. . . that ancient legacy. . . "history" HIStory. Just sayin. Glass half-Full