TO a NATION’S GREAT LADY.

IS this REALLY a DEMOCRATIC CON-gress !?!

[http://www.senate.gov/legislative/LIS/roll_call_lists/roll_call_vote_

cfm.cfm?congress= 110&session=2&vote=00020].

The long url that you’ve just read is the official United States Senate web site that will give you knowledge.

TODAY is the twentieth day of June, the year of, “OH LORD”, two- thousand and eight. It will be remembered by anyone and their children as the day when the ‘people’ sent to Washington,D.C. to rest OUR CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS and the FREEDOMS, ( that were originally given by the FIRST CONTINENTAL CONGRESS!), from a group of ……………………… that had sought to enslave not just a NATION, but the WORLD. Sixty-Eight men and women decided that they will let the CITIZENS of this country suffer the same type of governmental distrusts that permeated the RUSSIAN PEOPLES, as told so clearly by Alexander Solzhenitsen.

At 5:30 p.m., the 110th Congress, 2nd Session voted on S.2248, the FISA amendments of 2007. Sixty-Eight members, including John David Rockefeller IV-SPONSOR, WWII Hero Daniel Inouye, Evan Bayh, Elizabeth Dole, (Whose husband and Bayh, in 1980, put together the ACT exploited by Monsanto for seed patenting.), AND John Sidney McCain III voted to encase “their fellow countrymen” in the most INSIDIOUS laws thrust on a people since the THIRD REICH. Since I’m an OHIOAN George Voinovich voted FOR passage. THANK YOU SHERROD BROWN!

A very notable fact is that the THREE NO VOTES came from Senators Barack H. Obama, Hillary R. Clinton and the lone Republican shot, from SUMTER, Lindsay Olin Graham.

There are too many other related laws to this travesty, but the largest fact looming over this NATION is that because of there not being an IMPEACHMENT finale this law WILL outlast the BUSH PRESIDENCY. AND because that “democratic” CON-gress has gone back on their PROMISES … “WE THE PEOPLE” need to reassess, maybe even make them sign a WRITTEN CONTRACT, (!?!), to do the WILL OF “THE PEOPLE”. Since business “seems” to run the government why not hold the “elected” to smart, “moral” business practices? Are we seeing the emergence  of a new political party named THE DEMUBLICAN PARTY?

A WHISPER to Dick Gregory

Even if it happens you only get HALF your wish. What do you think will be accomplished in the first 101 days? ‘nough said. And let there BE no CRUELLA DeVILLE!

The TWELVE Decided to SAVE the MAGNA CARTA

ROE v WADE, as we’ve seen with this coming election the Nation’s top jurists don’t want to…

mess with those who, LITERALLY, control whether or not the HUMAN RACE CONTINUES… WOMEN. THEY ‘OWN’ ALL rights to the production of HUMANITY. ( To read of a very concise view of this statement pick up the FRANK HERBERT book ‘THE WHITE PLAGUE’.)

The above statement was the lead-in to a very short post. Senator John McCain, the “presumptive” Republican Presidential candidate, has stuck his finger in HIS OWN EYE by criticizing the twelve ‘most qualified’ LAWYERS seated to preserve a premise that has WORKED since the year 1215, and quite well… THE MAGNA CARTA.

This is just for ‘MY FELLOW AMERICANS’ to add to the many influences besieging ALL ‘VOTERS’, whether they’re registered here or waiting for their next, possible GAMBIT.

Let’s hope for the birth, RE-birth, MATURATION(!) of a GLOBAL SENSE and SENSIBILITIES! Don’t let your ‘RIGHT’ to express them be STUNTED INTO NONEXISTENCE.

LEGACIES

In assessing how One’s “legacy” will READ and BE READ is a very awkward destination. What we start with and what fills in the lines of remembrances may tell the more interesting facts of the journey best. I am going to try and relate my thoughts of two dichotomies, recent and past, that play a HUGE point in this time of American political history.

PRESENT DAY: The current atmospheres of “sweeping” change is something that this country and WORLD are attempting to deal with, the most obvious won’t be mentioned now. What ARE the MOST pressing are how we as PEOPLE look to, and after, each other as a daily EXERCISE, ( as an action to maintain, strengthen or reduce.), for the “betterment” for our lives.

The DICHOTOMIES of which I type are James S. Thurmond and B. Hussein Obama. deborah: BARAK= GENERAL OF ARMY The latter of these two IS now in the ‘hunt’ to become “THE FIRST” to accomplish his present task of seeking a specific public ‘office’. The former of these, seemingly, different men WAS the FIRST, and ONLY, person elected to the U.S. Senate as a WRITE-IN CANDIDATE in 1954.

James STROM THURMOND, born, just under, two score of the division of, fighting for, and re-assemblage of “THE UNION”. How near Fort Sumter is telling in his history. The early ’stages’ tell us of the much heralded “Southern” gentility’s and their FIERCE protections and projections. This man as a Senator worked to keep the DESUETUDE’S of the “south” intact in everything of this country ‘for most’ of his POLITICAL career.( ALL the while secretly supporting HIS child of a “SALLY HEMMINGS” like love.). In 1957 a TWENTY-FOUR HOUR, EIGHTEEN MINUTE FILIBUSTER, (!!!!!!!!!), was exhorted by Senator Thurmond attempting the derailment of the 1957 CIVIL RIGHTS ACT. YET, in the years to come he DID vote FOR the extension of the VOTING RIGHTS ACT and the making of a FEDERAL HOLIDAY of the birthday of Martin Luther King.

Barack H. Obama, a son of students. A ‘teen-age’ mother of European bloods, (Later to be DOCTOR, Ph.D.: ANTHROPOLOGY, {makes sense “don’t” it?}.), and an African father come to be… The ‘miscegenant’ reality fought against by the careers of the Strom Thurmonds. But SENATOR Obama is the beauty of a Strom Thurmond maturation, the tempering of TIME and CHANGE. Realized, RECOGNIZED, remanded to correctness. The first “hued human” to be the leader of the “ultimate” college LAW REVIEW. ( I hope that as time proceeds that his career isn’t honored by a serving of ‘HASTY PUDDING’.)

One looked for the office of “SUPREME COMMANDER” in 1948, and as an ‘Independant’, in so many ways, lost, to find the extension of HIS effectiveness a much better avenue. The ‘Other’ seeks that same title, publicly touting the action of ‘CHANGE’. The question unasked by most is this: In the Obama definitions of CHANGE are ‘we the people’, to see “that which is diseased made well”? OR is the term change to be that of what is SUPPOSED to be RETURNED for what ONE HAS INVESTED IN? The variables of this have too much a volatility, especially for those that have been paying attention to the “Magi’s” empty hand. We never KNOW the entire history of a person no matter how attentive we believe we’ve been. But if One is able to PAY ATTENTION to the flotsam’s roiled by coming storms then we may see the legacy as it transpires.

FAUX/FOX Fashion Sense.

This little scribe is for DUNKIN’ Doughnuts and Rachael Ray.

Introducing the new fall guest news anchor for 2009!

MISTER EDWARDS: In Memorium.

I cannot relate a story to the world about my own father, even though he was my father. There are many people that are, now, not with us that we OWE SO MUCH TO and we really didn’t KNOW THEM. An earlier article that displayed itself was: ‘WHEN KNOWLEDGE is TAKEN for GRANTED’. I wrote about those who were in our lives but we had no idea of what events shaped these QUIET TITANS that we’ve called ‘neighbor’. I NEVER called MISTER EDWARDS by his first name, and of too much RESPECT for him, his wonderful wife, and his three offspring I will not start that now. Even his middle initial stands for I don’t know what, so you won’t either. The contents of the article will now be that of the inside page of the ‘HOMEGOING’ Service brochure…*

“Celebrating the Life of ‘MISTER EDWARDS’. March 11,1925 to February 28,2008 Edwards, ‘MISTER’, age 82, of Worthington, passed away Thursday, February 28, 2008. He was born the sixth child (five boys and two girls) on March 11, 1925 in Urbancrest, Ohio to the late Willie and Lucy (Johnson) Edwards. He was also proceeded in death by his two sisters and three of his brothers. MISTER Edwards was retired from D.C.S.C. as a Branch Chief in Contract Administration, with 41 years of service. MISTER Edwards was also a WORLD WAR TWO U.S. Army Veteran, serving as a Medical Technician in a Headquarters and Medical Attachment, which served in Europe as a “Group Headquarters” over 12 to 17 Companies. He attended Jackson Township High School in Grove City, Ohio, where he belonged to the NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY and lettered in basketball, football and track. He later graduated from THE Ohio State University with a Bachelor of Science Degree in Education, finishing the four-year course load in TWO years (1946-1948). As an undergraduate, he substituted as a French Instructor at University High School for Professor Allen. He played on a semi-pro football team in Worthington, Ohio, as a halfback, fullback and quarterback. He taught at Knoxville College, Knoxville,TN as a French Instructor and served as assistant football and basketball coach. MISTER Edwards served as President of the P.T.A. at the Worthington Elementary School (Ohio State Route 161 and Hartford Street). He served as President and one of the FOUNDING members of the HUMAN RELATIONS COUNSEL. MISTER Edwards is survived by his LOVING WIFE of 58 years, September 25,1949 and his three children, Yvette, Kenneth and Gerald.”

I didn’t ask or get permission from the surviving spouse for the presenting of this article, but it was important enough to me that I find a way to say THANK YOU to someone that really did mean something to me for all my ignorances that this REMARKABLE man forgave me . I’m sure that there are many such people around every one of us and that’s what MEMORIAL DAY is about. Eventually every war ‘HERO’ passes from our presence on this earth, the question immemorial is how well do we know these ROCKS of the walls of freedom that OUR NATION MUST CALL ON? And how much time did we take to truly listen to the many lives that each hero has lived to this point that they’ll give those GRAINS OF LIVING LIFE that we may carry them to the next fertile fields of our future? And can we know if someone will give us a “WELL DONE” for gleaning enough of the proper seeds to make sure that ALL the HEROES are HONORED?

Oh, by the way, MISTER Edwards was one of the many unsung AFRICAN-AMERICAN SOLDIERS.

*( With a bit of ‘editorial’ licensing for the protection of the innocent .)

HAVE a HAPPY, SAFE, and FULL MEMORIAL DAY.

An Open Opportunity

With everything that’s going on in the world at this very moment I thought that the only words I’d present today would be this…

We ARE at that “FINAL JEOPARDY” moment in our lifetimes. With all that’s been in the ‘NEWS’ what, DEAR READERS, would be YOUR ULTIMATE QUESTION? (AND WHY!)…

‘They were a group of educated and very connected PEOPLES that let greeds and prejudices destroy themselves as a SPECIES.’

The ONLY thing I’m looking for here is, hopefully, more than a BILLION readers to LINK TOGETHER and see another’s search of how we can/will CORRECT this malady before we get tossed OFF this stage for acting poorly. We, ALL, know what “humanity’s” ultimate wager is. CAN we GET THE RIGHT ANSWER before the music ENDS!?!

If, for some reason, you feel that writing derogatory statements would be a fun thing to do, PLEASE DON’T. there are quite enough of the OBTUSE passing out their ideologies, this was written for those who strive for the betterment overall, (not OVER all.)

A Smiling Dog

A Smiling Dog

There was a man out in the city swollen from the cold.

He wasn’t greying, just, slightly dying life’s travels made him old.

So helter-skelter time fought this welter in the hundreth round.

He said, “Hey, listen sonny I don’t want your money, before I go

I’ll tell ya’ the wealths I’ve found”.

A SMILING DOG’S FANGS ARE ALWAYS BARE.

DON’T COUNT THE LINENS THAT YOU’VE SHARED.

‘CAUSE PEACE-ON-EARTH IS BURIED DEEP,

THANK ALL GOOD COMPANY THAT YOU KEEP.

REMEMBER, REMEMBER

Now, all through his story, smoke, gasp and chokey

Was Aesop, Garp and Hess.

I listened hard to the lessons of the WORLD’S changeling guest.

REMEMBERING, A SMILING DOG’S FANGS ARE ALWAYS BARE I CAN’T COUNT THE LINENS THAT I’VE SHARED.

BECAUSE PEACE-ON-EARTH IS BURIED DEEP,

I THANK ALL GOOD COMPANY THAT I KEEP.

REMEMBERED.

These words are, now, in the hands of one of soul music’s most famous unknown musicians, Mr. J.C. Davis.

Since I must introduce him, again, to the world at large the quick synopsis is this. Mr. Davis plays the Saxaphone, has for over 50 years. He started a band that had introduced a young guitarist that, later, asked if we were experienced. During the similar time frame J. C. asked his drummer to replace the band’s lead singer. He worked out so well that the group just caught fire, they were nothing if FLAMES. After parting ways Mr. Davis saw A BRAND NEW DAY, which was revisited 40 some odd years later when a young man sang DAMN GIRL. The MAN is back after many years of beating Cancer. Above is my gift TO MY FATHER’S BEST FRIEND.

RUN WHAT’CHA BRUNG.

In this current age of using what ever utensils are available to fit a chosen role we Americans are quickly, as well as EASILY, enchanted with the plots before us. WE have watched a generation that took the tools necessary to build a strong chapter in what Democracy meant as in the word FREEDOM. Although a lot of people were excluded during the beginning of the second world war things did change near its end.

A link posted just yesterday described the three remaining candidates as NUMBNUTS, NONUTS AND JUSTNUTS. This HOMINID then proceeded to enlighten ‘THE NUMB ONE’ at his home site. MMMMYYYY GGGOOOODNESS the post garnered a plethora of “OBAMAPHILES” to imbibe the bitter-sweet savory of “truth” that had found its way to the ‘HOUSE OF CHANGE’. We must all reserve the “Wright” to change, especially when we want something quite much. Haven’t we all worked ourselves to the point of an ‘exhaustion’ only to find that the thing we were “SELLING” didn’t fit the niche we’d been striving for? Well intended as we were there was that tiny tug from the “WANT” that said take this and put it HERE, leave the ‘frumpy ‘ over there, you can put it away for now. A story told to me when younger was about this young woman that grew up taking care of horses on the family property. Everyday, she wore a plain blouse tucked into some non-descript bluejeans. Day in day out never a noticeable difference to her teasing “class”-mates. Coupled to this, seemingly sad visage was that this young lady never had the olfactoral assistance of Ms. Coco Chanel, her best friend WAS ‘FLICKA’. ALL of High School not a missed day of class. Upon graduation this ‘Barkley’ ranch hand went on to study Animal Husbandry at her state’s university, and although known as a FOOTBALL school there was a gold medal education for Cattle and Horses. The education took her to many locations across this wonderful country so meeting a young man from TEXAS made the sweetness of the appreciation of these animals that much better. Of cource this story has a happy ending. They DO fall in love, get married, have children. Best of all the young man is successful in business AND POLITICS. His name was CONNELLY, JOHN. He survived a terrible accident in his home state, the city of DALLAS back in ‘63… His friend didn’t make it.

The moral of this story is this… If ya’ run what’cha brung , and you do so with the folks that KNEW YA’ WHEN, then they’ll stand by you with that pick and shovel while you’re walking those ACRES OF DIAMONDS. These FOLKS know the warts and make excuses of why they find them attractive. HEY ‘NUMBIES’ remember John Merrick?