Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Somebody has to say it...

For decades…yea, even the past century the American people have had the fourth estate covering their backs. A free press is a bulwark against a secret government.

Mr. Trump’s castigation of the press; his constant attack is undermining the legacy and admonition of Thomas Jefferson that a free press is necessary to democracy and for our republic to survive.

All tyrants attempt to control the media. It is the only way for the skullduggery of political shenanigans to succeed. Mr. Trump is not a tyrant, yet, but his actions indicate that that is a modality he probably would prefer. Under his aegis press briefings have gone from daily briefings to no cameras only a recording of audio and no visual accountability to the public.

I am also deeply disturbed at the Republican majority in Congress. I understand the need for fiscal responsibility. I understand the need to lessen the deficit and curtail some rampant entitlements. I also acknowledge the Congressional Budget Office non-partisan calculation that, if passed in its current form, 22 million more American’s will lose insurance coverage under the  Senate Healthcare proposal, while the wealthy will reap major profits with tax cuts.

Something is wrong folks! If we are a country “of the people, for the people and by the people” then why are 22-million or more people getting screwed by the elitists in Congress. That is not representative government. It is an oligarchy.

Monday, June 26, 2017

The Cusp

I feel like I am living on the cusp of history. I was born in late 1941, and then, though very young, but not unaware, I understood the concept of “lack,” and the rationing of World War II. I remember my parents and grandmother talking about the shortages of essentials, and then the excitement my grandmother had when she could buy nylon stockings.

I grew up in the 1950’s, as the nuclear age began post-Hiroshima, a peaceful time at the end of the war and the beginning of the  Eisenhower Presidency, early television programing, rock and roll, tail fins on cars and bucket seats and sock hops.

I matured in the sixties, witnessing global travel, global awarenesss of interdependence and the advancement of the cold war and the space age beginning with Sputnik in 1957. The Korean War was just ending, and Vietnam was beginning with the French defeat at Dien Bien Phu. The assassination of JFK was monumental as was the landing of a man on the moon, LBJ’s Great Society, and color television.

The seventies was a time for me advancing my journalist career; savoring and questioning the experience of covering the White House and Capitol Hill and covering the actions and issues of another war’s end, Watergate, Nixon’s presidency, the civil rights movement and a man on the moon.

The 80’s and 90’s were just as professionally adventurous coupled with the worry that the millennium computers would crash.

One of the definitions of the word “cusp” is the point which marks the beginning of change.

I was born on December 6th, 1941, the day before the attack on Pearl Harbor. Certainly a “cusp” in this definition and it’s not over yet.

Friday, June 23, 2017


A dear friend inquired about me since she had not seen new postings for several days.

I responded that I was taking a break from the chaos of America and focusing on beauty and peace. It is the Zen of non-attachment that filters the negative from daily conversations.

My professional training has been to observe, discern, inquire, write and report. In the December of my life, those awareness skills are heightened, and my conclusions are both sad and worrisome.

The political contention I observe in common America is infectious. It is fraying to the family fabric to the point of alienation, and it is assaulting the harmony of friendships.

I propose three steps to normalcy.

Our leaders, no matter who they are, must be far more cautious in the promulgation of fear and far more willing to listen and to be civil with sincerity and compassion.

All of us need a time out. Spend some time in nature and its inherent peace. Let the opiate of a flower’s fragrance sooth conflicting tensions. Let the caress of summer breezes bring joy to your heart. Look at the glory of sunset and know that all endings lead to a bright beginning.

And finally, acknowledge your spirituality. It is your life-force. Know that you are more than you think you are, and so is everyone else. There is no one path to God. All paths lead to the Divine. Red blood and salty tears are the same for all people, so too is laughter and smiles and the ability to love.

Thursday, June 15, 2017


What happened in Alexandria yesterday marks the beginning of limited access to our Congressional representatives.

The delusional idiot who opened fire on Congress members practicing for a charity ballgame stunted the freedom of all Americans.

To think that killing innocent representatives of our collective government will change things in Congress is absurd. It will change things, yes, but not to the betterment of freedom and free access to those we need to talk to on a constant basis.

Whatever the motives were for this soul to think his action would alter history to conform to his illusion; he was wrong. He did alter history but to the detriment of freedom and liberty.

The world, unfortunately, is filled with lunatics, and anarchists who see the comfort of normality as inimical to their vision of life. They are the disruptors, the disturbers, the would-be dictators of social and moral society.

Is there a way to stop them? No! Is there a way to impede them? Probably not! So, what do we do?

One suggestion is to stop the bickering, the contention, the conflict within our government and return to the camaraderie, the courtesy, and the common sense that existed in our legislative halls for over two centuries.

Conflict invites encourages and inflames the perceived powerless of our society.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Flag Day 2017

Today is Flag Day.  I mention this every year because I think it's important. Of all the national things that we each hold sacred, our flag is at the top. If we each still believe in the ideals of this republic then our flag is the standard bearer of our beliefs and even though we are busy, and it's a weekday, and the kids have homework, and they need to get to soccer practice, we ought to remember this day.

There was a time in our history when our flag was empty of experience. It had the symbolism of a united people and the expectation of greatness, but we were a young country, and as yet we had little collective history.

The United States wasn’t even a year old when Continental Congress adopted the flag design on June 14th, 1777. But now, centuries later we remember that our flag is much more than red and white cloth stripes and symbolic stars in blue.

It’s everything that’s ever happened to this country and everything we’ve ever done. It’s victory and defeat. It’s protests and pageantry. It’s honor with humility and shame with remorse. It’s living and dying for principle. It's every soldier, sailor, airman and service member who ever served.

A nation is not its flag. The flag is the collective body and history of the nation. It’s not only the rights we are constitutionally guaranteed, but it’s also the personal human rights we embrace and grant to others through courtesy and compassion and character.

Above all the flag is our waving and Clarion symbol for the entire world to see our courage, our liberty, our freedom and our belief in the God we trust.

Monday, June 12, 2017

It's getting hot...

Good Day All,

It was hot here yesterday, 92 at my place.

Today should be even warmer.

Here's something I wrote when it was winter.

 I looked it up and re-read it to see if I could feel a little cooler. Here it is from wintertime.

“This day is a draining, shivering cold. There is a frigid thunk to the wind chimes on the porch, not the usual resonate ring of atoms in easy motion. The chime sound is tight, quick and solid as if it is too hard and too stiff for even the ring to move beyond its source. Everything has a stillness about it except the wind, and it too shivers as it seeks the elusive warmth of icy friction”.

Then I remembered something I read in Readers Digest when I was a teenager. It was something like this: "The pond shivered itself to ice." What a great image.

I will read this several times today to see if I get cooler.

Stay cool.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Deja Vu

I thought after America went through the Watergate fiasco that it would never happen again in my lifetime. Then lives were disgraced, people went to jail, and the President resigned.

Former FBI Director Comey’s testimony before the Senate Intelligence Committee and his subsequent allegations, under oath, set me into the proverbial mind-set of Deja Vu, (all over again) as Yogi Berra used to say.

All justice wheels move slowly, grinding away the chaff from the kernels of truth so we (the public) will have to wait and see what emerges from the special prosecutor.

If there is another lesson in all of this political skulduggery besides the kindergarten one of, “tell the truth.” It is a growing certainty that “truth” always seems to find a way through the cracks of denial or obfuscation. The only hindrance is time.

The sooner we as individuals, and as a collection of global societies, realize truth contains no pain or suspicion but equalizes each of us into the fairness of life and opportunity. When each of us embraces the truth, in all aspects of our lives, as our ethic, we will have trust in the world, and Lord knows what that could lead too.

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