What?! Beauty before the Beast

 

Four days ago I snapped this Magnolia beauty on the way to my truck. Two days later the blossoms were almost all on the ground. The trees seem as frustrated as we do.

 

I have an attitude—so if it comes through, forgive me, but maybe you have one as well, and perhaps when we get “MAD AS HELL,” we will get something done.

Someone wrote the other day that she was sick of spiritual goodies coming her way; she had heard up the kazoo about creating her own reality —that she has it all within—hey, true statements, but becoming cliché and annoying. Like people try to tell you to wake up and be happy while Rome is burning.  The Substack writer said she just needed to get on with her own damn life.

I understand, and Thanks for sharing.

See, we need someone who shares our values and throws rocks at our enemies.

Word rocks, folks. Be reasonable.

Reasonableness—oh yeah, has that been lost too?

Yep, that’s what the controllers want—keep the populas stirred up, afraid, annoyed, disgruntled, separated, so they can get what in the F* they want. Cloud the Epstein files so we will forget about them. Start an illegal war without the approval of Congress, to get us worked up and afraid. How can that man in the White House do that? Why do we let him?

Have we lost all of our senses?

I’m frustrated and angry that we, the people, can do our little marches, eight million of us can come out, oh, the count is up to 9, the last I heard. And I know there are many more who agree with us but don’t go to marches, and others who want to march but live away from the big cities where the action is. Folks have asked, “Is there a No King March close to where I live?

Hey, I know folks who would walk as the Monks did, 2,300 miles to change some of the things they want changed in this US government, LIKE BOMBING! SHOOTING CIVILIANS, ICE IN OUR CITIES. THE PRESIDENT.

I feel frustrated that we can march--all 9 million of us, we can declare that we will not have a King run our country, and the government goes on business as usual. He’s still there.

La do da, go golfing, build a “Ball room, with a bunker beneath (oh that’s the reason it costs so much)—for National Security. We can bomb countries for National Security. We ban foreigners, even the foreign Routers for our WiFi and thus disrupt ‘we the people’s” home WiFi ’networks—for National Security. Continue to produce Roundup even though we have declared it dangerous to health, for National Security. Round up Immigrants—for National Security. Hook up AI to the military, when even the  programmers don’t think that is a good idea. not with Idiots at the controls. and some are talking about a “supercomputer” that can learn faster than we can compute—for National Security.

If we would stop being the f-*ing aggressor we wouldn’t have all this need for “National Security.”

“He’s toast,” some say, but he’s still there.”

“We must wait until the midterms,” they say. Really? Yep, I know he is frightened of them and tells his cabinet, “I Must Win,” or I will be arrested. So, folks, how can we assure a safe, sane, and accurate election?

We humans are wreaking so much havoc that the animals are drinking alcohol. They deserve a happy life. They came here to eat, drink water, make love, find shelter, raise their young, and be happy. We owe them the opportunity.

Hey, we’re animals.

What about us?

 

 

Trump’s dementia is a threat to the world-he must be removed from office! Humanity is at risk Dean Obeidallah Apr 5

On Sunday morning, Trump wrote a threat directed to the Iranian regime that read, “Open the Fuckin’ Strait, you crazy bastards, or you’ll be living in Hell--JUST WATCH!” He then bizarrely added, “Praise be to Allah.”

Allah? We’re under Allah now? I though T wanted us to be Christian. Oh well, whatever suits his fancy.

 

From Ray Bradbury:

“I’ve had a sign over my typewriter for 25 years now which reads ‘Don’t think.’ You must never think at the typewriter, you must feel, and then your intellect is always buried in that feeling anyway. You collect up a lot of data, you do a lot of thinking away from your typewriter, but at the typewriter you should be living.”

 

A Crescendo

 

A Crescendo!

Think of that swell in the Hallelujah Chorus. Remember Barbra Streisand singing "Don't Rain on My Parade?"

And then there is *A Piece of Sky.

On a boat to a new country, an immigrant belts out:

"Papa, can you hear me?"

There is something about critical mass—to hear a speech, read a book, or make a dent in a belief system —the presenters need to reach a certain decibel level.

This example may be silly, but I'm using it anyway. I was speaking with my Naturopath this week, and she asked if I was still writing.

I said, "Yes, always. A writer writes." Then I quoted some wise writer who said, "I'm a writer like a dog is a dog. It doesn't mean I'm a good dog."

(I don't know who first said that.)

She laughed. I could see that she viewed me as a nice little writer, so I said, "I keep a blog going. Last month, I reached the one million page views mark."

Suddenly, she became animated and began congratulating me. I'm happy about my views.  I am grateful to all the readers who came to my site.

 I saw that the one million views were a decibel level that got her attention.

LOUD! A Crescendo!

It took a company slamming down the Jimmy Kimmel show to get people's attention regarding censorship. Boy howdy, people rallied. Even people who didn't like Kimmel wanted to preserve his First Amendment right to free speech.

Criticize the President?

Oh no.  

For heaven's sake, political cartoonists and comedians have criticized the President since the time of George Washington, and those Presidents probably didn't like it but took it in stride.

Political cartoonists and comedians are holding up a mirror to our times, they are forging the political waters, and trying to inject some humor into the mix.

Most people are aware that our current President is amoral, but that doesn't matter. He promotes their agenda.  

I finally got why he is President.

 

"The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means."

 –George Bernanos.

 

The conspiracy theorists and anti-vax proponents liked RFK, and the President opened the door for him. The debate over whether to vaccinate or not to vaccinate divided us. Instead of working together, hiring legitimate scientists who have no agenda except to find the truth. (Yep, I know, and to keep their jobs. Security comes first.)  Allow the researchers to study the situation and present their findings to us.

We need to study that damn COVID situation. Instead, it broke us.

Instead, we got lies, half-truths, and anecdotal evidence, with even the medical community operating in the dark.

We needed a Leader who would unite us, one who would give us courage to carry on, and what did we get?

The opposite.

The billionaires like him because they get richer. The President somehow got immunity, almost supreme power. (I guess no one considered that it would pass to the next person in line, who they might disagree with.) That baffles me, but I digress.

The present administration stacked the Supreme Court in its favor. He stacked the House and Congress. The Militant among us likes to kick butt. The Archie Bunker types among us like that; he says what he thinks without any diplomacy or apparent kindness. The White Supremacists like him because he promotes racism. Those who want to rid the country of Immigrants like him because he wants to sweep them away and leave us pure and white. The Christians like him because he claims to be a Christian, and they want a Christian Country. The people who believe in the Armageddon wish to bring about an end-war, so the people who do not think as they do will be swept away, and they will rule the earth.

Elon Musk virtually bought the Presidency for T, and both were in danger of indictments. You figure that one out.

And the first thing RFK does is blame women for taking a painkiller prescribed by their doctors. Women have long been blamed for autism. Every caring pregnant woman worries about doing the right thing for her baby.  It is a vulnerable time.

If RFK really wants to make us healthy, he would ban the use of Roundup on mature wheat—and other grains. 

Farmers spray wheat with Roundup to make it less susceptible to moisture.

I've wondered why so many people are troubled by the eating of wheat—The Staff of life—the substance that has kept people alive for eons. Have you ever heard of a diet of bread and water that kept individuals alive?

Many people claim to be gluten intolerant. Is gluten the culprit?

I contacted Bob's Red Mill and found that they make every effort to avoid using wheat that is contaminated with glyphosate, the active herbicide ingredient in Roundup. (It is hard to remain purely organic, for sometimes they get a drift from neighboring fields.)

There is one company that claims to be absolutely Roundup-free.

That company that is guaranteed Glyphosate-free is:

 “One Degree Organic Foods (Displaying the BioChecked Non-Glyphosate Certified logo on our packaging is not a one-time thing—it is an ongoing commitment. We have one random sample from a specific oat farmer tested every month to make sure we continue to meet this standard.) “

I don't know how we are going to get out of our present situation, but I trust the integrity of the American People. And I know we need someone—a Leader—to unite us, not separate us.

We have scientists who want to get as close to the truth as possible. Medical professionals aim to promote health. Freedom-loving people want to see that people first have their basic needs met, including food, shelter, safety, and a means to support themselves. Then we can discuss philosophy, theology, whatever ologies.  Until then, it's a struggle.

The United States used to be strong in its middle class. We could count on them. What happened?

The voices of discontent are getting LOUDER. NO King! No dictator. No 2025 Playbook.

Little voices together can raise a ruckus.

Let's refrain from making any purchases on October 18, the day of the "No King March."

Get out. Make yourselves heard.

Create a Crescendo.

"Why settle for just a piece of sky?"

*Papa, can you hear me?!"