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Witch One?

Published October 29, 2018 by Nan Mykel

WITCH ONE?

Witches have been given a bad name, compared to warlocks, which are men.  Whoever heard of a warlock?   See, they’re kept secret, while females get all the blame.  (“She’s a nasty old witch.”)

Witches are often called hag, crone, harpy, harridan, she-devil and battle-ax.  Warlocks are sometimes called wizards.

If someone with a red cap riding on a broomstick asks for candy on Halloween,  notice if she’s a he or not, and if he’s old and red-headed.  Then you can get ready to run,  but be civil!

Written in response to a blogger’s request for 99-word Halloween stories but not submitted for fear of messing with young minds.

 

99 words plus title

Snippet from Jill Dennison

Published October 29, 2018 by Nan Mykel
Filosofa’s Word:
 Trump has now declared that he is against globalism and is a nationalist, yet the majority of the people in this nation do not want to be an isolationist nation for we see the very real dangers.  We need our friends around the globe, just as they need us, and Mr. Trump has it all wrong … ALL WRONG … if he thinks that shunning other nations makes us safer, for in every sense of the word, it endangers our lives.
       Further, Mr. Trump seems to be playing to the white supremacist arm of nationalists who eschew any who are not white, Christian, and of European descent.  Hence, his desire for a wall to keep Hispanics from Mexico, Central and South America out of our country.  Hence, his stepped-up deportations of even legal immigrants.  Hence, his aversion to immigrants from the Middle East.
       The United States will not survive as an independent nation if we shut ourselves off from international affairs.  Technology has made the planet smaller and in today’s world, no nation can thrive without the help of others….
See Jill’s site for more….

A Katha Upanishad for Millennials and Ranchers – reblog from waltbox

Published October 28, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Excellent writing style!

waltbox

The home of Yama, King of Death, was a craftsman bungalow near an urban area revitalized for Millenials. The plots in this neighborhood were tiny, the homes half the size of those in newer neighborhoods but twice the cost. Most had seen a non-load bearing wall removed to achieve an open floor concept. Owners of these homes owned vehicles with deluxe emblems on their trunks, and though the main road through the neighborhood was paved with brick, and walking for groceries or to a restaurant was encouraged, vehicles such as these needed to be driven, or rather paraded, often, if not daily. Otherwise what would be the point of anything.

Wet leaves dampened the thud of Nacho’s boot heels on the wooden steps leading to Death’s door. The steps smelled of fresh pine, and fresh paint. The potted mums of fresh soil. The curb appeal was to die for.

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HALLOWEEN IN ATHENS OHIO

Published October 27, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Wasn’t what we expected, was it.

Cold rain and hate murders on the telly.

Those Pittsburgh folk grieving

in the rain.

Only my feelings got hurt, not my

loved ones.

My emotions, miniscule in the presence of

blood and guts grief.  Bitterness

has no place, is too much. Reality

is the name of the day. I can only imagine.

It’s Not Just a Joke After All!

Published October 13, 2018 by Nan Mykel

From salon.com:

Several days ago, Donald Trump said this at a ralley in Topeka, Kansas:

“If you allow he wrong people to get into office, things could change. Things could change and they could change fast. You don’t hand matches to an arsonist and you don’t give power to an angry left-wing mob–and that’s what they’ve become. The Democrats have become too extreme and too dangerous to govern.”

How in the world, in 2016, did we let “the wrong people get into office!”

 Didn’t I read somewhere that “Thou shalt not bear false witness?”

DOWN IN THE TRUMPS

Published October 11, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Please forgive a spurt of  unexpected crazed depression.  I’m glad it’s not a free night at dVerse, else I’d be embarrassing myself worse…

image: notquiteold.com  Nancy Romans

DOWN IN THE TRUMPS:                                                                                                           

A SPOOL OF THREAD IS GRASPABLE,

SOLID. IT COULD BURN, or SPLINTER,

EVEN ROLL ALONG A PLANE.  WHY

THEN  DO WE NOT WORSHIP IT?

 

SOME SPOOLS OF THREAD WERE HERE  BEFORE

US AND WILL BE HERE LONG AFTER.

SURVIVAL IS A WORTHY CAUSE.

AT LEAST IT’S WORTHY,  IS IT NOT?

 

THINGS HAVE THEIR OWN WAY OF BEING,

NONCHALANT, UNHURRIED, SEDATE.

WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE TO WORSHIP

A SPOOL OF THREAD, EVEN EMPTY?

 

I’M SLIPPIN AND SLIDING TO THINK

SUCH THINGS, BUT AM BROUGHT TO WONDER

WHAT WORSHIP MEANS.  RESPECT FOR AN

OBJECT OF ESTEEM, WEBSTER SAYS.

 

AT LEAST YOU CAN TOUCH AND LICK IT,

SEE  AND HOLD IT, AND SNUGGLE UP.

BUT DO I ESTEEM IT?  MAYBE

AS MUCH AS ANYTHING, THESE DAYS.

Copied from Jill Dennison Filosofa’s Word

Published October 4, 2018 by Nan Mykel

divide-conquer

What are we doing to each other, people?  Ten years ago, I couldn’t have told you if any one of my friends was a democrat or a republican … it just didn’t matter.  Ten years ago, we didn’t talk about ‘tribalism’; we had family, we had friends, some closer than others, we had co-workers, but we didn’t ask people to qualify their eligibility for friendship by political party affiliation, or even religion or skin colour.  At least, most of us didn’t.  “They” was a term reserved for an enemy, perhaps the Russians, perhaps the Chinese, but we were all “We”.

I am so angry with “Us”, and by “Us”, I mean all of us, democrat, republican, male, female, every religion, every ideology.  Instead of listening, all we are doing is yelling, insulting and bullying.  Instead of trying to get our views across so that they can be debated, so that we can learn from each other, we are yelling and pointing fingers and blaming everybody, even dead people!  We all have some good ideas, and most of us also have a few really rotten ones, but unless we listen, we will never know.

This nation will not survive the Era of Trump if we don’t unify, if we cannot even talk to each other.  And yes, I definitely include myself in my anger, I accept my share of blame, for I am no better and by this afternoon will once again be ranting against “them”.  But how do we do better when we cannot even talk to each other?

How do we put the greater good ahead of our individual desires?  This nation has already crossed the line from a democratic-republic to an oligarchical-plutocracy.  We now have a government run by the very few ultra-wealthy.  Decisions made at the highest levels that will affect each and every one of us, are made by wealthy people whose only goal is to get wealthier.  Elections are subject to Russian interference, for Putin sees it as being in his interest to keep Trump’s boot-lickers in Congress and to keep the nation divided. Elections are also subject to nefarious games such as gerrymandering, voter intimidation and voter suppression to attempt to keep certain groups, such as the poor and minorities away from the polls, or at least dilute their vote.

So, how is our voice to be heard?  We write and call our elected officials, but at best we receive a standard form letter in response.  Today, we have more avenues of communication … instantaneous communication … than ever before, yet we cannot make ourselves heard by the people who ought to be listening.  And so, we fight amongst ourselves.  And such may well be the goal of those in power.  I began this post with a quote:  United we stand, Divided we fall.  I use another quote to leave you with another thought:  Divide and Conquer.

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