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On being tough

Larry McMurty wrote this great read, Lonesome Dove. I read it in 1986 and fell in love with the characters, the writing, the story, the ideas. I loved that even kids could hunt a rabbit and fix it for a meal. Or that guys could trek hundreds of hard miles on horseback, sleep under the stars and survive storms and winters that way. They crossed rivers, fought with skill, drove cattle and horses… these lucky few were really free. Not in lack of hardship, but they had options. They had options.

As we have created our lives, seeking freedom from the mundane tasks of living, we have become prisoners. Of those who feed us and clothe us and house us. We are domesticated like farm animals. We have the mentality of our pets… forgetting how to fend for themselves, staying as kittens and puppies, forever young and helpless.

We have robbed ourselves of options. The poor in cities can’t grow anything on the concrete. Those in the suburbs wouldn’t know how to plant, much less maintain, a vegetable garden. How many of us could start a fire without a match? Or catch even a mouse (if we could force ourselves to eat it).

Do we have the option to survive outside of the very society that is strangling us? Can we even imagine it?

 

The Indispensable Man: G. Washington

This is a love story. It is about those heady days of falling madly in love with the tall, red-headed, and truly noble George Washington and how he gave me this wonderful gift: love of my country and love of the principles upon which it was built.

Those few days of reading Washington: The Indispensable Man by James Thomas Flexner are days that changed my life and imbued in me a love of country I never even considered before. I finally read the Constitution and fell in love with it and what Washington made of it…  leaving me with this urge not to interpret the document as much as save it from those lofty yet dusty and half-remembered places where ideals are kept. And to get others to read, consider it, and how Washington changed the world . . .

Breach time with me below the fold (and ladies, hold onto your hearts).

cross-posted at Daily Kos

not so simple.

there are ideas in there. in the egg that is my head.

i feel them sometimes… ideas pecking away, crackling my skull in measures. small fractures, small shatterings etching lines like routes on road maps.

they stay there too, incubating in that folded womb of electrical impulses and chemical spills.

until: viola… ideas formed from thousands of specks of sight, sound, sensations, rushed out between gulps of air and pigs in a blanket at some cocktail party, or picnic, being blogged, painted, or played on some instrument.

THINK. THINK. THINK. so. here’s what’s been birthed in my head of late . . .

Yeah. The deal? It’s all about the deal. … and lots and lots of money.



cross posted at dKos

Simple.

It’ll get better, in time. Just give it time. All it takes is time. We’ll get over it… in time.

Ahhhhhhh… the magic of elapsing, collapsing time. Whatever “it” is, it’ll fade away. At some point, it’ll be gone. The pain. The burden. The memory. The obligation. At some point in time, it’ll be somebody else’s problem . . .

Well, far as I can tell, time hasn’t stopped our collective problems from becoming more untenable. Bigger. Stronger. Holy flaming underwear, Batman. What the fuck do we do now?

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cross-posted at dKos

we’re leaving DEMOCRATS, not the left

The left is leaving the left? This puzzles me. I’ve left the Democratic party but nobody is pulling me from my leftward leanings.

Or is this another orchestrated piece of bullshit to keep people attached to a political brand (Democrat)? Somehow the left is once again being misrepresented…

And that’s all I wanted to say. Let’s not be fooled again, guys. Let’s not hang desperately onto Democrats like we have no other choices.

We have choices. But what is it we want to accomplish? Really. What is achievable? Measurable by a wide audience? Where’s the best value for effort?

For me, it has remained thus: reinstate the fucking rule of law. Simple. Demand and achieve this: that those we elect to enforce and uphold our laws are held accountable to those laws. And then? Make sure those laws represent the very best of our values and ethics. Return law to justice. Not convenience or expedience. Not law based on fear or trying to control the things.

Get local and regional: School boards, town boards, zoning boards. Set good examples. Be honest. Be tolerant. Be practical.

We need a values change. Blame games, lambasting others, trying to derail the Sarah Palins of the world by calling them stupid isn’t getting it done… especially when we ought to understand what makes her a study in effectiveness. for me, it only exposes how ignorant and intolerant we are. Or maybe we’re just lazy. But give me a plan that doesn’t involve electing more and better democrats.

Anyway… that’s a 30.

gatecrashers cum gatekeepers . . .

Ho now diarist on the Daily Kos rec list, asking that the boycott either be explained or abandoned.

Really? You have reasonable questions, and I’ll give you a reasonable response: We want better. And no more politically expedient decision-making. Clear. And simple.

There’s another rec listed diary there in which progressives are chastised for … undermining Obama. I’m thinking the ones undermined wholesale would be we lowly citizens, the LBGT community, our dead and injured soldiers, orphaned Iraqis, drowning polar bears et al. There’s a whole list of the “undermined” and Obama and Dems aren’t on it.

The writer fields this question: just HOW childish and spoiled and selfish can so-called progressive be?

A double REALLY?

cross-posted at Daily Kos and at firedoglake

the last man standing


We’re crazy.

That’s what I think.

Completely

utterly

fucking

crazy.

home_again home_again

i used to blog here. almost every day. but that… that was blog ages ago.

before my lovely, fiery, sad, maddening, and enlightening experiences at Docudharma, i’d found myself in the company of a certain bunch of bloggers . . .  buhdydharma and ek hornbeck, riaD, undercovercalico, jessical, one pissed off liberal, exmearden, jayinportland, keirdubois, and cronesense, among others, at teh Daily Kos. not a home. but most certainly, a community of bloggers crusading against the great evil of BushCo.

we had common purpose then. and common enemies too. we were all joined in the same dance . . .

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noise. lots and lots of noise.

There’s too much going on. Too many issues. Too many fuck ups. Too many know-it-alls. Far too many experts. Too much of too little.

What am I left with? Huh. It was more fun fighting George W. Bush.

Cross-posted at Daily Kos

an ode to sunflowers. . . and a crying question

a sea of sunflowers

yawn into the light

of the great blue sky above

my eyes sweep across

bright yellow fields

splashed with

black seed centers

i look upward

sunward

into wavering radiation

melting sky gas into

an azure ocean

of windy waves

covered

in clouds of

seafoam

froth

fabulous.

why it sucks

water crackles in sunlight

tips of waves are cut like diamonds

gleaming. glinting. pulsing.

ducks and loons bobbing

their babies crying

cheep cheep cheep

i push pedals.

riding alongside the vliet.

i love it.

cross posted at Daily Kos

jacko, goldman sachs, & it don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got cha CHING

It almost seems inevitable. That Michael Jackson’s doctor turns out to be a bit of a shadowy figure, another potential blood sucker in a world of vampires, all making promises of happiness while draining our lives away. The police spoke with the good doctor on Thursday, the day Mr. Jackson died. On Friday? The “authorities” couldn’t seem to locate the doctor for further interviews, but they did impound his car, still in Jackson’s driveway, searching it for possible links (code for drugs) to Jackson’s death.

In a seemingly unrelated story, Mike Taibbi reports on the economic terminator that is Goldman Sachs, which is analyzed in Magnifico’s most excellent diary.

One human being, Michael Jackson. One conglomerate of human beings formed into a single entity. What could possibly connect them?

cross-posted at Daily Kos

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