Sam Cooke, A Change is Gonna Come:
We managed to avoid the horrors of the candidate wars, oh weren’t we the wise ones? This community was an oasis of sanity for many all over the blogosphere, and that’s no lie.
But the primaries are over now and the detrius we find ourselves wading through that calls itself our government is something we cannot avoid.
Folks in the Midwest are losing their homes to floods and there’s fires in California and lord knows what else. Pick a city, any city. Our whole country is suffering.
I have read some excellent incendiary rhetoric here at Docudharma this week. Such fires blazing in our souls!
Burn, baby, burn.
Fires of anger and rage but also blazing love and compassion, for what is this anger and rage for if not our very beings crying out for love of justice and liberty?
What is it that gives us strength, the anger and rage, or the love and compassion?
That’s a real question, by the way … I’m not sure I know the answer. There have been times I’ve kept from just giving up only out of spite, that’s the truth. Other times my love has carried me through.
Paul Simon and Ladysmith Black Mambazo Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes:
All around the world are our brothers and sisters, who also love and yearn for liberty and justice.
We are not alone. We are strong in number and we will surmount every obstacle that is thrown at us. Our fire has many uses, and one of those uses is to light our way … to find all our brothers and sisters around the world who are fighting the same fight, who will give us endless sources for that fire, endless sources of love and compassion.
Bonfires, we’ll have big bonfires to gather around.
Blazing souls.
Remember this song, from Martha and the Vandallas?
If our cockamamie representatives have inhaled the fumes of criminality for too long not to see there’s a brand new beat in America, I guess they shall have to be reminded.
They are the past. We are the future. We will find each other and we will gather. A change is gonna come, yes it will.
Keep those fires burning, baby.
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… the movement is already here. We just got to gather together, is all.
There are millions and millions of us. Imagine.
I warned him that I would shamelessly steal it.
…inside your mind’s eye:
Very well put! I’m seldom so eloquent so I’ve expressed the same idea a bit more bluntly.
You can’t swim in the outhouse without getting shit on you.
sounds like the ultimate blogging handle. Can I register that and auction it off?
I’ll split the proceeds with you, npk!
named “Fire” that got out of the yard every other day, so they would run around the neighborhood yelling “Fire! Fire!” Lots of fun!
The third song would play on the oldie station I listen to in So Florida!
That’s a big head of hair on Martha !
hope all’s well with you NPK
is moving along.
Today we started the stairs that go up to storage over the offices. Lots of work left to get done though.
Tomorrow I’m going with a friend & his family to Carowinds just south of Charlotte to ride the rollercoasters !
🙂
Have a good evening