“We are doomed if we treat everyone like a Faberge egg, with
no resilience whatsoever.”
— Dennis Miller, on his radio show, Saturday, May 5th
I collect American Patriotic Art, primarily from WWI and WWII eras. When I can think of it, I’ll post portions of my collection on my Sunday entries.
Today happens to be an excursion in stream-of-consciousness writing. Before starting this post I traveled all over the internet and visited the blogs of my Usual Suspects. I also poured myself a generous Stolichnaya & Squirt (not good for the liver but, after 50+ years, cancer, 30+ years at my job, life in general, two wives, one lengthy and costly girlfriend, what the hell), opened the upstairs window and let the gusting wind into my house.
It rained like hell yesterday. Now, it’s extremely windy, blue and clear skies, the tops of the pines bending and waving. My property is peppered with huge pines and some deciduous trees with actual leaves, shining mint green in the direct sunlight amongst the dappled shadows. The ends of the firs and pines have their newer lighter green growths; that means the ubiquitous yellow pine pollen isn’t far away from making its slathering and sneezy appearance.
A gust has come up; the wind rushes through my open window and, now, everything bends east under a huge gust, making noise like the finest digital movie soundtrack.
Rush has a new studio album out entitled Snakes & Arrows. It’s on my $1,000 Bose Wave radio, about the size of a gray briefcase. At one time I had a $10,000+ stereo system. These days, with my ears gone from years of being clasped in headphones whilst broadcasting in radio, and from attending literally hundreds of live concerts in the 70s, a briefcase radio is about all I can appreciate. Anything more acute is largely wasted on my smarting eardrums. But still I find music soothes my soul and its patterns calm my tremors.
I listen to Rush now whilst I write this; mixed with nature’s massive and beautiful wind with bended trees.
Today was something of a Threshold Day. That is, having traveled to and fro around the world and experiencing various digital domains, I declared that I had had enough.
- Enough insanity.
- Enough pustulence.
- Enough victimhood and its embracing thereof.
- Enough 180: right is wrong and wrong is right.
- Enough chaos.
- Enough corporeal disjointment.
Have you ever had one of those days? I am experiencing that day right now, here and now, as I write this post. I write in frustration, in exasperation, wondering, wondering, wondering: where is this all going? Where is my country? Where is what I have known?
Change is eternal; we all know that. But like a latter-day Alvin Toffler I wonder: how can we collectively continue to process change at the rate to which it occurs and demands our obeisance?
Some days it just seems too much, too past threshold, too crazy, too chaotic, too MUCH. Today, for me, is such a day.
Good is the subject of attack on every front, at every level. Common sense is geometrically uncommon. Sensory gain is over 10. I am overstimulated and underchallenged. Facts are immaterial. Emotions rule all. Feelings trump logic. I am pummeled and assaulted and beaten and blackened by despots who wish to minimize or remove my country’s Constitution, abrogate its Bill of Rights and ignore its Amendments, consider its laws as obstructions.
I know I can’t give up. I know I must continue to post. I know I must continue to expose the inanities, inequities, insanities posed by our new world and those on both ends:
Those from within who will push every frontier, every border, for complete and total acceptance of everything and everyone until an actual socialist or communist nation emerges;
Government Uber Alles! Sieg Heil!
Those from without who seek to turn this nation into another Islamist state or who, at minimum, seek to humble, defang, excoriate, minimize, embarrass or turn this mighty nation into a whipped and whining dog begging for scraps at the global table.
Imagine what this continent, this WORLD would be like had not the United States the strength, the might, the BALLS to intervene in any number of global conflicts.
A humble sentence comes to my brain now:
“Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do.”
Except: our enemies, within and without, are completely aware of what it is they do.
God Bless America.
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance to a land that’s free,
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer.
God Bless America.
Land that I love
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America
My home sweet home.
BZ
05 06 07
Good post BZ. I was thinking about that all this week, feeling overwhelmed and overworked but underimpressed with the direction of current affairs! After my runin with a dear friend over matters of education, I began to question MY sanity. No no no no no; I am a sane person living in an insane world. Yes I really get the gist of this post.
To rid my soul of these feelings of sorrow and overload, the husband and I went out to the foothills to Lake McCleary. Yes nature can cure all ills (except allergies)! Hehhehehe
Have a great rest of weekend. You are certainly blessed to have your plot of land in the high country:)
Just another day in this great adventure we call Life.
Don’t take it too seriously, it will all be over before you know it.
Get out enjoy the day and stop by, Bar of America and have a beer, wish I could join you.
All the best!
Some great points.
I love the Dennis Miller quote. I think I’m going to call my local station and see if they can’t replace Michael Savage with Dennis Miller. I am such a huge Miller fan.
Dang BZ if I didn’t know better I’d think you were wallowing in self pitty…LOL
Yeah things are tough for America lovers, those of us that believe this country deserves far more than it is receiving.
I am frustrated and angered to the limits of my being, and I feel your pain.
Rush and a stiff drink on a nice day, has a way of calming ones mental anguish.
Be well up in the north BZ. and take care.
I do know better. You are moping.
Cowboy up!
I sometimes find myself on the brink of despair over the willingly blind that decide what is and isn’t relevant. A co-worker actually told me that what happens in other countries is not our concern. I hear Cain’s famous question “Am I my brother’s keeper?” It’s a combination of cowardice and willful blindness.
yet, it is often darkest before the dawn.
I love your stream of consciousness posts. You express yourself beautifully BZ and you expressed my feelings as well, both regarding pollen and current affairs, especially this: “I am overstimulated and underchallenged. Facts are immaterial. Emotions rule all. Feelings trump logic. I am pummeled and assaulted and beaten and blackened by despots who wish to minimize or remove my country’s Constitution, abrogate its Bill of Rights and ignore its Amendments, consider its laws as obstructions. WOW! I guess I’m not the right person to try and cheer you up.