Sunday, May 29, 2016

Rolling Up My Sleeves And Spitting On My Hands

In my nonage I was a McGovern liberal, proudly cast my first vote for Jimmy Carter, was appalled when Ronald Reagan was elected in 1980, but slowly found myself less and less enamored with the various 'isms' of the left, and eventually found myself at home in the libertarian-conservative camp, where I remain today.

But this year I'm in a quandary: while I generally eschew Democrat candidates and most often find common ground with Republicans, in the current election cycle I am appalled by the front-runners for both major parties.

The Democrats are poised to nominate in Hillary Clinton one of the most scandal-plagued candidates in decades, someone who obfuscates the truth with lawyerly precision, while the Republicans will put forth in Donald Trump the most inexperienced, bombastic and dishonest politicians in the past half century, a man for whom the truth has no meaning, so for me it has to be #nevertrumpORclinton.

But now what? A vote for any minor party candidate is something one can cast on principle, but it's not going to effect any change, or do any good... again, now what?

I guess I've decided re-active this blog to express my thoughts on the campaign as it unfolds, not with the hope or expectation that it will change anyone's mind, but more as a journal, just a place to give form and expression to the thing swirling around my head.

So, on with it (rolling up my sleeves and spitting on my palms).

Rerturn Of The Prodigal Son

I started this blog in September 2004 as a refugee from Livejournal. I had left that platform in search of new pastures and landed here in the middle of that Fall's American Presidential Political campaign.

I recall starting hesitantly, but soon found myself posting only politics, politics, politics, full of piss and vinegar, but soon exhausted both the topic, and myself, and after the election mostly shifted gears to more personal and quirky posts.

Then Facebook and Twitter and Tumblr and Pinterest and Instagram all became 'things,' and I established beachheads there, posting a range of topics on each, with my Facebook taking on the most personal look and feel, though early on I made a conscious decision to never post political things on Facebook, just found it hella-annoying.

Indeed, while I do not contest the right of others to do so, I find it boorish in the extreme that they do, not unlike a drunken uncle showing up at the family reunion to rant about how we need to return to the Gold Standard, or how Communism has only not worked because it's not been tried properly.

Anyway, I've decided to come back to this humble blog during this Election Campaign season to post my thoughts on contentious matters, albeit mellowed (I think) by the decade+ that has passed since I last visited such topics.

As for comments? I welcome them, both from those agree and from those who disagree, and welcome dialog, but keep it civil, please.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Single File

Did All For The Wookie

A Splendid Adventure

Life

From The Morning

Your Moment Of Zen

Umas Rosas

Lovely

Beauty Is A Belief Thing

;)

Sillage

NYC

Join Me?

Over My Head

Paradise

Here Comes The Sun


Song In My Head



Have you got colour in your cheeks?
Do you ever get the fear that you can't shift the type that
sticks around like summat in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you're in deep?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep?
Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you
somehow and I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee

Do I wanna know
if this feeling flows both ways?
Sad to see you go
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
Baby we both know
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that
you can't say tomorrow day

Crawlin' back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few
Cos I always do
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
Crawlin' back to you

So have you got the guts?
Been wondering if your hearts still open
And if so I wanna know what time it shuts
Simmer down and pucker up
I'm sorry to interrupt
It's just I'm constantly on the cusp
Of trying to kiss you
I don't know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together if you wanted to

Do I wanna know
if this feeling flows both ways?
Sad to see you go
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
Baby we both know
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that
you can't say tomorrow day

Crawlin' back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few
Cos I always do
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
Crawlin' back to you

Do I wanna know
if this feeling flows both ways?
Sad to see you go
Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
Baby we both know
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that
you can't say tomorrow day

Do I wanna know?
Too busy being yours to fall
Sad to see you go
Ever thought of calling darling?
Do I wanna know?
Do you want me crawling back to you?