I don’t know God, but I know His tree.
No pillar of salt but might as well be.
Planted in place, it cannot flee,
but curls its toes in the loam that is home.
….here each morning they are required to stand and recite the Pledge of Allegiance, in English, to the country that holds them apart from their parents.
Why must they say those words, some of the children ask at the shelter in Brownsville, on the Mexican border in Texas?
“We tell them, ‘It’s out of respect,’ ” said one employee of the facility, known as Casa Padre, who spoke on the condition of anonymity for fear of losing their job.
From Washington Post via Salon.com by Nicole Karlis
A TRANSITIONAL OBJECT…
is a beloved and reassuring
item that stands in for Mom
when she is out of sight.
A late bloomer, I still have
need for Mom, but my own
transitional object is a book.
I tried to meditate tonight
but metaphors came to mock
the books which lined my shelf.
They made fun of the flying monk
who flew around the church wearing
no underpants and became a saint.
Graves, Yeats, Mann and Leibnitz
believe in the monk, as he is
described in Wilson’s The Occult.
At twelve my uncle gave me An
Experiment with Time by Dunne,
and how we dream of future events.
Hillman’s Dreams and the Underworld
scared me out of my Jungian analysis,
with hints of archetypes come to life.
Wilhelm Reich knew that his patient
had an abortion when she reported a
dream of a book standing upside down.
Strangers to Ourselves, The Whisperings
Within, and Sam Harris’ Free Will all
assuaged my need for companionship.
Wilson’s Consilience stirred my mind
and my heart, even though the friend
of a friend says he’s a misogynist.
Intellectuals alerted me to the fact that
Rousseau placed his five newborns in
baskets and left them, unnamed.
Discovery of the Unconscious tells of
a fox who possessed a sick woman and
refused to leave without a fine meal.
I become anxious when’ere I discover
myself all alone and with no security
blanket to comfort myself.
Then I remember blogland.
If only I believed in hell…
The United Nations says the U.S. has a poverty problem. Ambassador Nikki Haley says we don’t. Who’s right? The United Nations is indeed correct and Nikki Haley is naught but a Trump mouthpiece. Ms. Haley claims that the U.S. is “the wealthiest and freest country in the world”. Not so, Ms. Haley. The UN report acknowledges that the U.S. is among the wealthiest societies, however it also states …
“But its immense wealth and expertise stand in shocking contrast with the conditions in which vast numbers of its citizens live. About 40 million live in poverty, 18.5 million in extreme poverty, and 5.3 million live in Third World conditions of absolute poverty. It has the highest youth poverty rate in the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD), and the highest infant mortality rates among comparable OECD States. Its citizens live shorter and sicker lives compared to those living in…
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I remember when the term “conspiracy theorist” was one of derision. Now I find myself wondering if Trump is behind the mysterious sounds driving embassy personnel in Cuba back to the USA. I do know that his reversal of Obama’s Cuban policies has resulted in more Russian activity in Cuba’s economy (The Week, Jan. 12, 2018). I keep getting the notion that we are being set up by our own titular president.
Visit Horty Rex on It Is What It Is, featuring a Randy Rainbow song parody video gem.
I try to calm down, and then discover this…
Does 2.65 million dollars in financing for the Republican National Committtee from three private prison firms have anything to do with Trump’s executive order to abolish Obama’s policy of deprivatizing prisons and to turn them into immigration detention camps for Mexican illegal immigrants and their children? MSNBC claims private prisons have forced immigrant detainees into slavery or they face solitary confinement. Please watch this video!!!
Why? Because I would be stumped.
We aren’t helping the situation by making fun of him and his party, and his supporters.
When someone can’t find their humanity, how would it be useful to respond? Challenging facts? That doesn’t work. Agreeing with defensive statements? Doesn’t change anything.
Shaming? Come on! Therapy should do no harm. What would the best psychotherapist do or say in order to help him love himself and others?
Unfortunately, I don’t know that money can be therapized, especially if it has become a metaphor for penis size, like guns.
Slapping a diagnosis on a person rarely makes a person feel better about themselves. How about therapeutic storytelling? (Not lying–real storytelling). Let’s see–
Once upon a time there was an unappreciated and insecure boy who had never known unconditional love–or any kind of love, as a matter of fact. Never experiencing unconditional love he had none to share with others. Underneath he was so hurt and vulnerable that he anesthetized his spirit, then lost it without ever realizing it. He could not miss what he had never known. From there on it was him against the world, falling on his own petard, isolated behind inpenetrable walls of denial and projection. His manna, money, was his mama, and he spent his life embracing her for cold comfort, the only kind he knew. His spirit had never been unworthy of love, but he did not believe it. High noon awaited him, and that time was nigh. At that moment a terminal medical condition was diagnosed, one he had no control over. It ate at his underpinnings and he cried for compassion, for himself. Where had he heard that word, and if he found it would he even recognize it?
Sociopath–narcissist–genetic or not, we can pity the mad dog with rabies, can we not? I wonder if anyone has ever tried to find a cure for that dog?
No answers, just thinking. By a democrat.
Trump tries to limit congressional visits to baby concentration camps.
Also, “I will personally hold a fundraiser for the Democrat who gets forcibly thrown out of a child detention center for attempting to ask a child if he or she is doing okay. Not just asked to leave, mind you. Someone who is told not to talk to the children, persists (in the child’s language), is asked to leave, refuses, and is escorted out, preferably while having the whole thing recorded. Because holy crap is this a naked effort to evade oversight and keep a lid on what the administration is doing to kids, and if at least one representative or senator cannot hold firm and refuse to be intimidated, we are in some trouble.”
A happier time: