Sunday, December 27, 2020

Good Ole VP Mike and Joe

 ’T’was just a simple twist of irony

in this, our passing Presidents’ authority:

Our Veep who last election wielded gavel in the Senate

has now the Oval prize, as he did win it.

 

So now Ole Joe accepts the Vote of victory

as our 2020  he has won for all to see.

Yes, he who last time swung that Veepy gavel

will now to  Oval Office travel

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But now VP Mike wields that Veepy gavel,

as our nation strives ‘tween Presidents to unravel.

When in the Senate, Electoral votes are counted,

Will Mike's gavel seal decision honestly accounted?

 

Will Mike wield our gavel to do the right thing?

Or will he abet a Trumpist uprising?

’Tis just a simple twist of fate we see

As Mike replays Ole Joe’s last Vice Presidency. 

 

Glass half-Full

Friday, December 25, 2020

Christ Ma

 Bethlehem

Blessed is she who believed that there would  be a fulfillment of what  the Lord had said to her.

Mary said: “My soul exalts the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my savior, because has regard for my humble state . . .

and I can feel it now. From now on all generations will call me blessed.

The mighty One has done great things for me! Holy is his name.

Hey! His mercy is upon generation after generation, toward those who fear Him.

He’s done great things!

He has scattered those who were proud in the thoughts of their heart.

He has brought down rulers from their thrones.

He has even exalted those who were humble, and He has filled the hungry with good things.

Christma

King of Soul

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

How I Handel the Mess

I was grieving our present situation. It’s gotten very messy.

Scrolling around landed me on a  a blogpost from 2700 years ago.

The message looked something this:

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Scrolling a little further through our human predicament brought me to a musical rendering of the scroll, which helped me to understand what is happening now and has been going on for a long time.

While I felt that we could not handel this present showdown, after hearing what these singers had to say about it, I felt like I could handel the mess a little better. 

 At one hour, and a half-minute, into this oratorio event, I discovered the musical rendition that helped me reconcile our sad situation. 

     Collegium 1704, Vaclav Lucas

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Surely, surely . . . 

he has borne our griefs, and our sorrows He carried.

Yet we him esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted.

But He was pierced through for our transgressions; He was crushed for our iniquities.

The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, and by His scourging we are healed.

All of us, like sheep have gone astray; each of us has turned to his own way.

But the Lord has caused the iniquity of us all to fall on Him.

 

It all fell on Him, the one in the manger.

King of Soul 

Saturday, December 19, 2020

Politics is Too Much

 Politics is too much with us, late and soon;

We gave our governance  to a buffoon.

This nation that sent our pilots to the moon!

But no stability in this circus do we see.

We fret and argue, and lay waste our liberty.

Yet tweets still boil up at all hours;

civility collapses like twin towers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

they think he hung the moon!

These delusions sho'nuff shred our hope.

We jez gotta find some way to cope.

 

Maybe cruise on down some river . . . 

to set our torn-up hearts a-quiver--

and help get us back to our deep roots. 

No drain no swamp, but hear some toots:

Yeah down that river where jazz was born, 

We'll hear ole Louie blow his horn!

Louie

King of Soul

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Let Money Follow Need

In hard times such as we have now, we find a widening gulf between the Have-a-lots and the have-barely-enufs.

In our already Great American experiment, we have two political parties that represent the interests of their respective halves of this econo-politico pie.

Bleeding hearts who want to construct an egalitarian society advocate taxing the rich so the poor can have more to live on.

Capitalizing hearts want to construct a society that maximizes the capacity of each person/family to make their own way in the world without .gov interference. 

Through the history of our already Great American nation, this dualistic system has taken various forms. The most obvious one is the political divide: Democrats v. Republicans.

During the hard times such as we have now, our public discussions extend multiple branches  with multiple iterations of the haves v. have-nots scenario:

rich or poor, slave or free, capital or labor, white collar or blue collar, red state or blue, republican or democrat, elite or working, coastal or heartland, rural or urban, snooty or downhome, college or high school, privileged or taken-advantage-of, welfared or well-heeled, cool or square, labor or management, snarky or goodoleboy, stockholder or stakeholder, believer or atheist, episcopalian or evangelical, high or low, to or fro, shutup or don’tchaknow, come or go, ho chi minh or hohoho .

But in these hard times, as pandemic and economic conditions  divide us, further separating our Left from our Right, the terminology becomes more intense, and potentially more vitriolic, as players in the public games fling forth a term such as:

Communist v. Capitalist, 

which pertains to an economic system in which any particular citizen’s stake lies in their access and profiteering from the “means of production.”  Which was, almost two centuries ago, the term by which Karl Marx referred to what we would call today our business-industrial infrastructure.

Over these last two centuries, that Communist v. Capitalist dichotomy has played out in many iterations, the most notable one being: United States v. Soviet Union, which later morphed to  Cold War or Glasnost, East v. West.

In my lifetime, which began in 1951, I have observed with dread and curiosity as our World War alliance with the Soviet Union degenerated, incrementally into a worldwide Us v Them contest that initially pitted Capitalism v. Communism. 

But by 1989, the big question got settled when the Soviet Union fell apart, yielding Russia and all those previously-satellite Socialist Republics, which were now sovereign countries. 

In my humble opinion, that was progress. I think most of the world would agree with me.

Since that time, rhetoric surrounding these ideological issues and political divisions has been applied to our domestic politics at home.

When I was a kid growing up in the Deep South, calling someone a Communist was, without a doubt, an insult. 

As the years rolled by, we generally fat ’n happy Americans divided ourselves quite peaceably into Democratic and Republican identities.

As we had so much prosperity during this lifetime, and most folks were pretty well taken-care of by the system, our terms for political insult went through some changes. In recent years, the term “Socialist” has replaced “Communist” because everybody knows that the Stalinist Communists screwed up terribly when they whipped up an oppressive gulag system, every bit as as destructive as the Nazi one with which Hitler and his crew of third reich thugs attempted to enslave the Europeans. 

So now, in 2020 approaching 2021, amidst the debilitating covid pandemic and its consequent economic hard times, we find that the “socialist” insult is copiously applied by sore-loser Republicans who have been  striving all year to slap what they consider to be a severely negative label on the Bidenesque Democrats.

Which is ridiculous because Joe Biden rescued the Democratic party from the “Socialist” path that Bernie and Lizzy might have taken. Haha! Just kidding, all ye progressives out there.

Furthermore, “Social” is not such a bad idea anyway. We’ve had enough of Republicans throwing tax-cut money at privileged folks in the upper half. 

Let the Democrats see if they can even up the antes a little bit in this great grand experiment we call Free Market Capitalist Democracy. 

Let ‘em throw money at poor people for awhile, like the New Deal did 90 years ago, at least so everybody can have a vaccination, a meal ticket, maybe even a place to lay their head on a cold winter’s night that is so deep, and maybe even have a job in our great 21st-century Re-tooling.  

That’s better than giving the booty to the non-productive flash-cash AI-driven day-traders. We need to twist the arms of those day-traders . . . redirect the Treas-Fed-Market infrastructure  so that Corporate coffers can get back to where we once belonged, capitalizing and enabling a new 21-st century industrial infrastructure of appropriate technology, sustainability and Earth-friendly Enterprise, enabling appropriate profits along the way. 

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A lot of this future distribution—be it capitalist or socialist—depends on what the big corporations do: whether they just direct their big profits into their shareholders, or can they find it in their hearts to cut a generous share of those profits into their other stakeholders. . . the workers.

So that .gov doesn’t have to do all the doling.

Glass half-Full 

Saturday, December 12, 2020

A Perilous Price We Pay

 I was a kid growing up in the Deep South when we had three main TV networks. It was a different world then, and a different USA. 

In retrospect, we baby boomers can look back on those hazy days and be astounded at the difference between our media environment then and the total-immersion we have now. 

Back in those sepia-tinged days of 1950’s-’60’s, we had a funky little electric TV box in the living room. In the evenings we’d watch as Huntley/Brinkley, John Daly or Walter Cronkite deliver the news of the day to America. 

It was a very fortunate arrangement for a bunch of kids growing up as the first generation in the history of the world to be raised with a boobtube in the living room.

Now we know that the world we grew up in has been changing at warp speed ever since, so that now we have . . .

. . . well, you know.

Somewhere between Rachel Maddow and Rush Limbaugh there’s a widening e-space that carries those two and their loyal followers to two different worlds where never the twain shall meet.

This morning, Erick Erickson was lamenting the negative consequences of our diverging media; he was observing the habits of some friends: 

“When all you consume is the media that tells you what you want to hear and all your friends believe the same thing you believe. . .”

Another outcry that I encountered this morning came from Joe Scarborough. In his Washington Post column, Joe lamented:

“ a conservative movement that would . . . identify itself by what it was not, define itself by the enemies it kept and occupy itself with an endless search for a lost America . . .”

Now we wake up to fractious times in our America. Some Texans are muttering about secession in the wake of Mr. Paxton’s pseudo-legal heist not working out in our Supreme Court.

And so now it has come to this: talk of secession.

It reminds me of when I was a kid in Mississippi. The governor, Ross Barnett used to mumble about secession when they were desperately trying to keep James Meredith out of Ole Miss.

And next door in Alabama there was George Wallace with his perpetual racist rant, threatening secession . . . while the good ole boys from Savannah to Susquehanna to Texarkana and on every backroad and MainStreet in between, sported “The South Shall Rise Again” plates on their bumpers.

But  why in the hell is all this muck and mire oozing back in the wake of a measley failed presidential heist?

Our media done split all to hell. Everybody’s got their own little nook of opinionating drivel.

I really miss Huntley/Brinkley, Howard K. Smith, Erik Sevareid.

And I miss that howdy-doody world that used to be, and . . .

Walter Cronkite is dead, y’all.

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Read ‘em and weep.

Where we go from here is anybody’s guess.

But my prayer is congruent with Abe’s at Gettysburg, that “government of the people, by the people and for the people shall not perish from the earth.”

A lot of men and women bled and died for this country and we don’t want to screw it up now, at this late hour.

The world may still be depending on us to help keep this planet from being blown apart  apart.

Serious stuff, y’all.

 

Glass half-Full

Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Lost Frost

 Whose election this is I think I know,

The Demmie Party’s on the Go.

Yet no one sees me grieving here

As GOP puts on the bully show.

 

My data AI must find it queer

that I blather neither there nor here

Between the donkey and the bull

In this deepstate dark election year.

 

They give their politics bells a shake

Each summons up their our-side snake

But I hear noise inside my brain,

so I’ll just lay me down low and fake

 

This year is swamped in politics so Deep

Yet we still have our dreams to reap

This trumped-up creep hath made me weep

But we have duties yet to keep. 

CityPhila

with apologies to Robert Frost for what we have done to his quiet path of so long ago . . .

Glass half-Full