The Madness Of King Donald Part Four

I was hoping, perhaps foolishly, that I would not feel the need to continue this series. Foolish me! After all, King Donald will probably be around for at least three more years. There is no way he could go that long without doing something really crazy or really stupid or both.

We all thought his rants about “Little Rocket Man” from North Korea were a bit absurd. We all thought his merry-go-round of personnel and his rants about those people he dismissed were absurd. I don’t know about you, but I thought his characterization of former President Barack Obama were a bit over-the-top. Now it seems, his erratic and often contradictory behavior and statements will end up getting him into serious legal troubles. The funny thing about this is that the man who will possibly indict him is the special prosecutor Trump himself appointed to look into possible Russian collusion during the Presidential primaries and election. Given the history of his behavior towards people who show “disloyalty” to him, Trump’s willingness to cooperate with the investigation may seem rather strange, unless of course you understand that Donald Trump is totally erratic and totally unpredictable and possibly in need of professional psychiatric help. Continue reading The Madness Of King Donald Part Four

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Christmas Greetings From my House to Yours

This is my favorite time of year. It is also my wife’s and my children’s favorite time of year. We celebrate Christmas not so much because we all believe the mythology, both Christian and other, that has become so totally embedded in Western/American culture. You do not have to be any kind of fundamentalist Christian to celebrate the spirit of Christmas.

 

Exactly what is the spirit of Christmas? Christmas, for me and mine, is about family first and foremost. It is, for many families, the only time of year that everyone in the family gets together either in person or through some communication media. The most important family members a Christmas are the children. When the children are small, Christmas for them is pretty much all about presents. As they get older, children learn to appreciate the real spirit of Christmas. I have two sons who still live at home, and a daughter I have not seen in 5 ½ years. The older of my two sons is autistic and he just loves Christmas! Because of his autism, he is very much like a large three-year-old. And I mean large! He is 6 foot three and weighs about 260 pounds. He just loves opening presents on Christmas morning. It doesn’t matter to him what the present is, just as long as there are presents. His name is Ian, in case you did not know, and he is 22 years old.

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Happy birthday, Heidi

Today is my daughter’s 26th birthday. Although I have had no contact with her in over five years, I do want to wish her a happy birthday. Hopefully someone who knows her will see this and relate a message for me. It would be nice if she and I could get together and talk. Maybe we could resolve our differences and go back to talking again. I know her mother and her brothers would love for that to happen. They miss her probably more than ideal, and I miss her a lot.

Also, happy birthday to my niece Margaret, who is 45 today. She is my brother’s Tom’soldest firstborn, just as Heidi is my firstborn. Kind of a weird coincidence that they share the same birthday! What are the probabilities on that one? Anyway, happy birthday to you as well, Margaret.

Peace and love!
John you are

The Barbarian

According to the Oxford English dictionary, the origin of the word barbarian is from “Late Middle English (in barbarous (sense 2)): via Latin from Greek barbarous ‘foreign’ + -ous.” Since I am technically a foreigner in America, that makes me a barbarian. I also am a barbarian by ancient heritage. I am descended from one of the Germanic tribes and one of the Slavic tribes, both of which are not Roman or Greek in origin. That certainly qualifies me as a barbarian, something I am very proud of.

 

The word barbarian has the same root as the word barber. Mostly, from the Latin word for beard. If you are a student of Roman history, you know the Roman men were pretty much always clean-shaven. It was only the “savage and primitive” tribes that the Romans warred against and usually conquered who had beards. Well, I have a beard. I guess I qualify as a barbarian on that count as well. 🙂

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A Voice Crying in The Wilderness

I did the original draft of this post close to two weeks ago, but decided to hold off posting it for reasons that will become clear as we go through the new version below. I want to dedicate this post to those former high school classmates who were on my Facebook “friends” list with whom I have had an interesting exchange of comments in the last week. I’m not going to name names. There is no need for that because the relevant parties will know who I am talking about, if they happen to read this.

 

The whole thing started over a week ago when one of my friends called me Bernard instead of Bernhard. You would think that someone that I went to school with for six years and whose brother I considered my best friend would know my name. At least he did not call me Bernie, which is the name that most people called me back in high school. That is the name I absolutely hate. Even my mother really disliked people calling me Bernie. She often asked me why I put up with it. I explained that I had tried to get people to call me Bernhard when we first moved to Willow Grove, PA, and I started attending North Willow Grove elementary school. That was an exercise in futility. Back in those days I did not enjoy banging my head against the brick wall, so I gave up and resigned myself to being Bernie. I also swore to myself that the first chance I got I would change my name to something people would have a hard time screwing up.

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Another Lone Crazed Gunman

That’s the expression one of my Facebook friends, and former high school classmate, used to describe and referred to the shooter in Las Vegas last week. I commented that we have far too many of them and that lone crazed gunman seem to be endemic to American history. We have an unnatural love affair with weapons, the more destructive and easier to use the better. This madman was not happy that his rifle was a semi-automatic. He bought a conversion kit to turn it into an automatic rifle. That’s why he could kill so many people in such a short time before taking his own life. It is apparent that this man put very little value on human life, both the lives of others as well as his own.

 

My friend Dan responded with the usual “gun control does not work because criminals will always be able to get guns.” I totally agree with that sentiment. I said, in my original comment, that we needed to make some drastic changes in the hearts and minds of humans. Apparently, Dan missed the point. So, I responded to his comment about gun control not being effective.

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Pigeonholes and Language

Yes! Yes! I know. It has been over a month since I have written anything on either of my blogs. Rest assured, I am well and doing fine. So, what was the problem? I guess you could say that the stream of creative juices slowed down to a mere trickle. I guess we all have spells like that from time to time. Unfortunately, it seems the older you get the more frequent the droughts are. I guess it’s just something I have to live with. The alternative does not excite me at all. I kind of do want to live forever.

 

I guess I’ve been a creative person, more or less, all my life. I took up acting when I was in kindergarten, but then did not do anymore until our junior class play way back when. I took one more stab at acting my senior year in high school. Doing “the Mouse That Roared” was one of the major highlights of my high school career.

 

I have also dabbled in the visual arts. I did cartooning starting in junior high school as the art editor for the junior high school newspaper. I did cartooning posters for my mother’s bakery shop back then as well. In my 20s, I took up photography rather seriously. I even did exhibits at several local art fairs. I still have a 35mm single lens reflex camera but have not used it in a very long time. My isolate just doesn’t permit me to do that anymore. I have never been much for cameras that do all the work. I do not like giving up creative control. However, I have finally given up and ordered a simple digital camera online that should be here next week. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make that one work and you all will see an occasional photograph on this blog and on my Facebook page.

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The madness of King Donald part three

I had been suffering from a severe case of the dog days doldrums. It has been quite hot and humid here in Arkansas the majority of the past month. It has only been in the last week or so that we’ve gotten any relief. When it gets hot and humid, my creative juices seem to dry up and my energy levels hit rock bottom. I hope I am over at the doldrums now.

Another reason that I have been unwilling to write, especially about politics, is that I am disgusted by what has been happening in the political world, especially as it relates to our insane President Donald Trump. I swear that if this man actually submitted to psychoanalysis they would think he was a megalomaniac. How else do you explain his constant use of outrageous superlatives to describe things that he thinks he has done As President? If you have been keeping up with Stephen Colbert’s monologues, you know how I feel. I am in total agreement with Stephen’s assessment of Trump. The man has at least 14 screw loose in his head. Continue reading The madness of King Donald part three

The Madness of King Donald Part Two

It seems that our Emperor who has no close is at it again. Apparently, he is not happy with the people he chose as his Presidential advisors. So, he is employing that phrase that has become closely associated with Donald Trump: “You’re fired!” He is firing his advisors right and left and it appears that more firings are imminent. Sorry Donald, this is not your reality show. It’s time you realize that and started acting like a President of the United States and not the driver of the clown car in a circus!

 

I may be wrong on this one. After all, I have never been the greatest judge of what qualifies as mature behavior. But, it appears to me that Donald is acting like a spoiled immature little rich kid. Wait a minute!! Isn’t that what he is?

 

It seems to me that the American people have lost touch with reality themselves. After all, more often than not, we seem to elect total idiots to run this country. Either that, or complete megalomaniacs like Trump or – my favorite megalomaniac – Richard Nixon. He claimed he was not a crook after the Watergate story broke and he was forced to resign or face impeachment. If being the authority figure behind a criminal burglary is not being a crook, then I have no idea what qualifies you as a crook. In my estimation, Richard Nixon should have faced criminal charges for his part in authorizing the Watergate break-in. He escaped prosecution thanks to his good buddy and Vice President who succeeded him -Gerald Ford. Ford always struck me as a nice guy. Not too bright, but a nice guy. Maybe too nice. We have to eliminate Presidential pardons before the disgraced President is even indicted, let alone convicted. These crooks need to assume responsibility for their actions while in office. Being the President does not give you license to commit larceny, murder, burglary, treason, or any other criminal action while in office.

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Oh Well

When I was in high school back in the mid-60s, my favorite rock groups were the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, as well as the Beach Boys and the Four Seasons. When I went off to college in 1966, my taste in music changed. I became a huge fan of Bob Dylan, the Kinks and Fleetwood Mac. Not the Fleetwood Mac that became very popular 15 years later, but rather Peter Greens Fleetwood Mac. You see, although the band is named for the drummer and bass player, it was originally a Peter Green sub-band. How Peter lost that band is a very tragic story which I will tell in just a few minutes.

 

Fleetwood Mac from 1967 to 1970 was predominantly a blues band. In fact, had Peter Green not suffered his “tragic accident”, I think Peter would be discussed in the same breath with Eric Clapton as the greatest British blues guitarist. To see what I mean, click here. The first song you will hear is “Black Magic woman.” Most people associate that song with Santana hat I mean, go to YouTube and search “Fleetwood Mac live 1970.” But it was Peter Green who wrote this song and Fleetwood Mac who originally recorded it. To this day, Fleetwood Mac’s version is still my favorite version.

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