What do you do with it?
Food for thought…
What do you do with it?
Food for thought…
Don’t all lives matter? What’s the big deal?
Too many on the far right have been calling for the “Black Lives Matter” movement to be classified as a hate group. Some republican legislators, the republican President Donald Trump, FOX TV pundits, far right print media have been resorting to this talking point ever since its inception They have taken a few inappropriate phrases uttered by a few protesters to generalize in a negative light, everyone who has participated in the movement. This movement was started to simply shine a light on too many tragedies having occurred, where unarmed suspects of color had been fatally shot by police.
Here is the rest of the story…
On August 18, 2017, the staff of the Economist penned the following report, “The misplaced arguments against Black Lives Matter.”
“ON AUGUST 15th Donald Trump repeated his belief that “both sides” were to blame for the violence on August 12th at a…
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The slight, unassuming fellow
looked somehow familiar when
he first visited our poetry group.
He introduced himself as Larry,
and then it clicked. “Larry Jageman!”
I blurted. “Nan Mykel!” he replied.
In group he was confronted over and
over for his peculiar verse–all hosannas–
yet took it on the chin, calmly. Larry’s
attendance at group notwithstandng
was faithful, dogged, and devoted.
He puzzled those of us who could not fathom
the persistent style of his writing.
Were I confronted so often
and directly, I would have deserted
the group, my confidence crumbling.
I took his tears for sentimentality,
his occasional dark glasses a puzzle.
Was it his last group session that he
said next time he would share a situation
he was in. He always spoke softly, but
this time I was fortunately sitting next
to him and heard him say that he was
afraid of his wife leaving him and that
she was afraid of him leaving her.
His appreciation of friends, neighbors
and family, penned for more than a year,
seemed juvenile and rote to me, blinded
by a misunderstanding of his need.
He did take away something from the group,
and kept coming back until the end.
He was buried today, and I was there.
Upon remembering and reflecting, the image that stays with me is of Larry and Mary rejoicing in life’s grand square dance, and a reminder that there is a higher value than rules. It is called love.
“Rachel Maddow effectively demystified Donald Trump’s NFL tweetfest by revealing on ‘The Tonight Show’ a few days ago that Trump had a fundraising campaign through his PAC asking for donations if you agreed with his NFL stance. ” Now he’ts accepting donations if you agree with him? He could sure make a lot of money re his stance on gun control and abortion. And how about making American Great Again? It’s not like he’s needing money. Remember, he called the White House “a dump.” It’s not like he was going to pledge that money to BUILDING THE WALL.
I thought I was half-joking recently when I suggested that the women who elected Trump were masochists. In September’s ‘Harper’s’ magazine a leader of the women’s “alt-right is quoted as saying, “Alt-right men tend toward a certain comportment. They’re more alpha-male types…Girls are kind of sick of the neutered-down , feminist, limp-wristed guy…” The same publication quoted a racist website as labeling any white woman who has a mixed-race child as a traitor. “It’s OUR WOMB; IT BELONGS TO THE MALES IN HER SOCIETY,” (Ahem.)
Author of the Harper’s Article is Seryward Darby.
Excellent photos by Alan Taylor — SORRY FOR GETTING YOUR HOPES UP! THEY SNATCHED THEM BACK, APPARENTLY.
Wow! I came close to losing it tonight. My helper was visiting and I thought it would be funny to have a photo of a crocodile among the several photos on my gravatar. She helped me go ahead and make the crocodile my avatar so (I thought) whenever I had a particular kind of post I could use that one for my avatar.
Later, after that was completed, I happened to look at some of my comments and they ALL — back to the beginning of my blog about two years ago–had my picture as a crocodile! In case you’re wondering, this was almost the photo of me presented to the world with sweet blogs as well as raunchy ones:
So, in over reaction to my close call, I’ve at least temporarily changed it to me, in pink, tra la!