The Mail Option

This post from https://politicalcharge.org/2020/09/09/vote-by-mail-the-latest-news-you-can-use/ is chock full of useful information about voting by mail in this year’s election. If you are even considering this option, I recommend reading the post, and clicking on the links contained in it, to be as informed as possible.

Do NOT let anything stand in the way of you casting your vote this year. It’s much too important.

Later, y’all.

Goodbye, Old Friend


This could be an interesting week.

We’re getting rid of an old sofa at our house, and replacing it with two new rocker-recliner chairs.

The interesting part will be how my sofa-loving cat, Izzy, reacts to this change of scenery.


Believe me when I say, Izzy loves our sofa. For the entire 12 years we’ve had her and her sister, Lizzy, it’s been here, and she has enjoyed it.


Usually, she’s up top, behind my head, purring in my ear. She used to pace back and forth on it, demanding to be petted.

I think it’ll be hard for her to let go, after all these years. My wife and I feel kinda guilty about it. 🙁 Hopefully, she’ll adapt to the new furniture before long, and get up behind my head again.

I’ll be there waiting. Silly kitty.

Live For Today (Because Tomorrow Will Suck)


It’s probably the depression talking, but I tell you, the future looks just so bleak to me anymore. To wit:

No matter who gets elected in November (please, Joe!), this country is so deeply, bitterly, hopelessly divided, I see no chance for reconciliation. In fact, I think sometimes it might come to war.

The coronavirus keeps on infecting, and killing, lots of people, especially here in the States, in no small part to the selfishness and ignorance of so many people who simply can’t be bothered with it.

Climate change is happening all around us, and time is running out to do something about it, and I’m not optimistic about us Americans doing our part. Again, selfishness and ignorance; also, arrogance.

(And I feel so sorry for the children who will inherit all this $#!t.)

On a more personal level, I’m at the age where more of the people I’ve known and loved all my life will be passing on, and I can’t bear to think of saying goodbye. To say nothing of whatever ailments await me the older I get.

You see why I don’t write so often these days? I’m just Mister Sunshine, right?

I know I shouldn’t be this way. I just have a hard time finding anything to look forward to these days. So I just figure I need to take each day as it comes, and see if I can extract anything good from it.

Sorry to bring you down, folks. Maybe next time, more cheerful. Like I said, the depression probably has a little too much of my mind lately.

One More

Jacob Blake. A Black man.

Shot eight times by police.

At close range.

In the back.

In full view of three horrified children.

Incredibly, he’s still alive, though paralyzed from the waist down, perhaps permanently.

And the streets of Kenosha, Wisconsin, are filled with the now familiar sights and sounds of anger and frustration, manifested in protests, rioting and destruction of property.

I don’t, by any means, condone the violence that has occurred since Blake’s shooting.

But I can’t condemn it, either.

 

Because there’s no way I could say I would react any differently if I was a Black man in America.

Jacob Blake is yet another name to add to the ever-growing roster of Blacks being shot, and usually killed, by the police. Add the strangulation of George Floyd to the list, and it’s hard not to understand why the outcry for justice is so passionate as to spill over into acts of violence.

And all our government is interested in is maintaining law and order, i.e., shutting down the protests. Why not address why they’re protesting in the first place? Why not act to prevent all this excessive force used by police? Why not acknowledge the undercurrent of racism in the history of law enforcement?

No, we’ve got to crack down on these protesters, instead. Great, that’ll solve the problem.

I can’t possibly understand the fear Black people live in every day in this country. Knowing that one wrong move, even a perceived one, can get them killed.

That’s why I can’t just judge them for their reaction whenever one more of them gets added to the list of victims.

Even when the only attention it gets is riot squads and tear gas.

Blake family, I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry those three boys were eyewitnesses to it, and forever will be in their memory.

I’m not sorry somebody got video of it on his cellphone. Would America have ever known what happened otherwise?

Justice, and peace, require effort from all of us. Now is the perfect time.

“With Liberty and Justice for all,” it says in our Pledge of Allegiance. It’s long past time for that to be a reality.

 

 

 

 

 

John Lewis’ Final Words …

Everyone, everywhere, needs to read these words, and apply them. God rest your soul, John Lewis.
Larry

Filosofa's Word

John Lewis knew he had few days left on this earth, and he left a powerful message to us all to be published on the day of his funeral, today.  I let his words speak for themselves …


John-LewisWhile my time here has now come to an end, I want you to know that in the last days and hours of my life you inspired me. You filled me with hope about the next chapter of the great American story when you used your power to make a difference in our society. Millions of people motivated simply by human compassion laid down the burdens of division. Around the country and the world you set aside race, class, age, language and nationality to demand respect for human dignity.

That is why I had to visit Black Lives Matter Plaza in Washington, though I was admitted to the hospital the following…

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It’s So Easy

Today, July 15, is the birthday of my favorite female vocalist: Linda Ronstadt.

You younger readers out there have likely never heard her. If that’s the case, treat yourself to a voice that can be sometimes powerful, sometimes tender, always crystal clear.

Ronstadt ruled the airwaves in the 1970’s, racking up hit after hit, like Blue Bayou, It’s So Easy, You’re No Good, That’ll Be the Day, Poor Poor Pitiful Me, Ooh Baby Baby, Tracks of My Tears, Don’t Know Much, Adios and so many more. And she made it sound just effortless every time.

Those of you who closer to my age, if you hadn’t heard Linda in a while, give her a listen today, wish her a Happy Birthday, and celebrate one of the all-time great singers of our time.