Untold Millions ≠ 15 Cases

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This post’s headline refers back to Donald J. Trump’s fallacious (02/26/20) coronavirus claim…

“You have 15 people, and the 15 within a couple of days is going to be down to close to zero.”

In Actuality: What the (likely under-reported) worldwide death toll (approaching 7 Million souls as of 18 November 2022) fails to take into account is the uncounted tears; of the patients, the medical professionals who are trying to save them, and last but not least, all who are mourning those, who did not make it back home… well… at least not back to their homes found on earth.

Follow the links for a more precise fatality rundown; both WORLDWIDE and broken down by indivdual NATION.

BTW…  if you’ve been naïvely guessing that the coronavirus pandemic is over… GUESS AGAIN!

Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Stay on Board with the following life saving advice, too…

[1] Scrub hands often (at least 20 seconds each time), [2] Cover all coughs and sneezes, [3] Avoid touching eyes, nose and mouth, [4] Observe social distancing protocols (remain at least 2 meters / 6 feet apart, [5] Mask up in public, [6] Avoid large crowds, [7] socially isolate at home, [8] Self-quarantine if you’re feeling ill and seek medical professionals’ help, [9] Know that you can be asymptomatic and still be spreading COVID-19 to others, and [10] Some epidemiologists now believe mere speaking can shed coronavirus; human airborne “droplets” remaining contagious for long periods of time. Ergo, it’s possible to contract COVID-19 even if you are the only one in the vicinity. One of our best defense mechanisms is to WEAR OUR MASKS every time we’re in public; view the video, above, for further details…

 

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Joy Wherever I Can Find It?

Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

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To say the very least… joy doesn’t come all that easy to any caring, concerned soul, such as moi; aka the blogger, who pours his heart out whenever I’m pointing out the world of woes, the cast of bad actors humankind is currently facing down. To roll call / call out just a few of the usual suspects…

  • meddlesome politicians who routinely trump the medical experts; i.e., to prematurely end the still rampaging, debilitating, deadly, global pandemic.
  • science deniers who always flip off global warming’s warnings; all but assuring that someday soon (likely sooner than we think) we’ll wind up burning down our home world.
  • the existential threat / ever-present danger of the still untried / unconvicted for his January 6th attempted coup, Donald J. Trump; who will snag his second term, and then, soon after he removes his talons from his Inaugural Bible, will take a massive dump all over the U.S.. Constitution; thereby burning down the American homeland.

Wow… now that’s what I’d call a wide-awake, joyless nightmare!

So long as we’re now discussing joy… each night, just as my weary head eagerly awaits the grand opening of dreamland’s welcoming (and with any luck) emancipating portals, I find my final thought process self-evaluating the events of the current news cycle; mentally penciling my hash marks into my mental ledger’s two columns.

Eventually, what MIGHT bring joy into my life is IF the sum of the tallied plusses, somehow, miraculously winds up greater than (or even merely equal to) the sum of the minuses.

What that’d mean is, survival-wise, humankind, once again, has squeaked by.

Granted, very little of that iffiness sounds particularly joyful, BUT, as that ol’ adage goes…

“Beggars can’t be choosers!”

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
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Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
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7 Little Letters: Fortune Cookie Blog

Subtitle: And the Children Shall Lead

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Ever notice how the seven letters, required to spell the word,
“quality” account for nearly eighty-eight percent of the letters,
needed to spell out “equality”? While it’d be no problem for an
elementary school kid to calculate this; it’d be our calculating,
prejudicial, “grown-up” (f)lawmakers who’d have no problem in
flat-out rejecting these ethical and mathematical fundamentals!

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Daily Prompt: My Unplanned Unplug

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Preface: Just as I was preparing to go online to respond to June 3rd’s daily writing prompt, clear out of the blue, a three hour long, citywide power outage stymied me; and that was quite the bizarre phenomenon, too, considering how no climate change triggered, freakish windstorms / thunderstorms had been in the vicinity. In fact, the skies had been clear blue until nightfall was nearing.!

Hmm… how ironic that a lack of power can prompt an overpowering compulsion to answer this prompt’s queries along these lines…

  • Q: How do you know when it’s time to unplug?
  • A: Time is ripe, whenever my energy “provider’s” in disrepair, living on borrowed time, power grid gives up the ghost.
  • Q: What do you do to make it happen?
  • A: Not much more than promptly and gullibly paying my monthly bill; the proceeds going, not, towards infrastructure upgrades but, instead, to fund, yet another pay raise for the CEO suit.

So, with all outage sarcasm now duly outed, next up is my originally intended content; along these lines…

Preface: Just as it’s time to unplug, when a household appliance’s frayed electrical wiring trips a circuit breaker / blows a fuse OR it becomes necessary to unplug / reboot a failing, finicky, fussy, worthless piece of crap modem/router (which, frequently denies www access)…

…I do know, all too well, how (ecologically, economically and ideologically), our contemporary society is teetering on the brink of collapse; such disturbing realities fully capable of fraying and/or frying any susceptible soul’s personal nervous system. And who, among critical thinkers is not vulnerable, eh?

At that point, feeding and soothing my soul becomes paramount. Ergo, I unplug / power down from modernity-gone-berserk, by,

  • revisiting my music library, nearly daily, to replay the hit songs from the soundtrack of my life; be this playback passive (via turntable and CD player); be it more active via acoustic and electric keyboards.
  • I also unwind by reading books and periodicals; completing newspaper and magazine crossword and sudoku grids.
  • My writing / blogging (both prose and poetry) can also prove helpful (provided my subject matter steers clear of fascist DJT and his MAGA cultists).
  • Completing my unplug M.O. involves the really really REALLY BIG PICTURE; courtesy of my naked eye and telescopic observations of our vast universe.

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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An Ethical Manner Matters

Daily writing prompt
What quality do you value most in a friend?

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What made this prompt’s question such a toughie was how I needed to narrow everything down to just one quality; when, in reality; in life; there’s just so much more involved. But, after considerable thought, I’d have to conclude that any true friend of mine (of anyone) would need to behave in an ethical manner.

While I do believe that many of the other qualities, I had considered (e.g. intelligent, non-violent, empathetic, courteous, trustworthy, etc.) to be crucial, it’s fair to say that to ethical people, such characteristics would come second nature.

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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A Bygone Dream (Job) Come True

Daily writing prompt
What jobs have you had?

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At the risk of scuttling this daily prompts’ entire premise, by and large, the jobs I’ve held (as the ol’ saying goes) are “nothing to write home about.” Nonetheless, I do appreciate a good challenge. Ergo, my new Job #1 mission will be to bullet-point a few of my résumé’s (dare I say it?) “highlights”.

  • Juror: summoned twice, but never once, was impaneled in any courtroom’s jury box
  • Delivery Guy: (telephone directories) “career” cut short due to self-discovery of a potentially hazardous work environment; i.e. many of the apartment doors I was duty bound to knock on were riddled with bullet holes (of the exiting variety…YIKES!
  • Custodian: resigned after only one shift because I realized life was too short to be cleaning up after slobs, who likely rationalized being needlessly messy by deadpanning, “It’ll all be OK (LOL) WTF are janitors for, anyway, eh?”

Soooooo, readers, how am I doing so far? Had about enough? Yeah, me too. But, if I’ve accomplished nothing else, that above list did add a tad of credence to that ol’ “bad things happen in threes” truism!

Moving along, how about a couple of jobs that had been more relevant to my eventual college degree?

  • Commercial Announcer: (sigh) This gig was all over and out before I could say, “1 hour worked, 5 bucks earned and 50 tons of fun.”
  • Broadcaster: My Christmas week 1974 gig at a student staffed, college, FM radio station. I hired in as a substitute, unpaid, winter break, progressive rock DJ who’d been granted carte blanch in creating my own format and playlist; all in real time!

DJ Play by Play #1: So, there I was, seated in the studio inner sanctum, smack dab in the middle of a dream come true / fantasy fulfilled; at my beck and call were (cue up Beck’s 90s era lyrical reference), “two turntables and a microphone” as well as an audio board all lit up like a Christmas tree; transmitter controls behind me and, last but not least, off to my right, a massive, shelved from “A” to “Z” record library, which boasted untold thousands of vinyl LPs; representative of the soundtrack of my life, and much, Much, MUCH MORE!

DJ Play by Play #2: Yes, indeed, I had passed the audition. Soon afterwards, the Station Manager asked me to stay on staff at the start of the New Year. Alas, I wound up declining; mainly because I wanted to direct my time and energy, exclusively, to my studies (in the balance was maintaining my 4.0 GPA and, in turn, continuing to impress my folks).

X-DJ Play by Play: Alas, overachievers’ perfect GPA’s and broadcast arts oriented college degrees don’t, necessarily, guarantee employment opportunities within that sort of dog-eat-dog field; especially when well-established DJs, boasting sky high Arbitron ratings, oft cling so tenaciously to their gigs, they even report for work when they’re sick as a dog. And while, to the best of my knowledge, there are no documented cases, I do suspect that such DJs would even show up to do their shows if their doctors’ diagnoses proved ‘em to be in the active stage of dying.

Soooooo, instead, I spent the bulk of my working years (to the tune of three decades) lodged within a nearby shopping mall; trapped behind the gates of Retail Hell; aka the land of (little to no) opportunity; where the only guarantees turned out to be poverty wages, few benefits, job insecurity and brushes with (fortunately novice) sweatshop manager wannabes.

Of those 30 years, a tad more than 20 were spent working for one internationally known corporation; a bit shy of 10 years for another domestically HQ’d company; my staying power all courtesy of my strong work ethic and undying loyalty to a slew of big bosses, who in too damned many instances, were not worthy of of such dedication. I suspect that a few of that slew would’ve been overjoyed at the prospect of chopping that “un” prefix off the root word “dying”.

One compelling aspect re these two retail jobs was how each of of them had afforded me these nine additional job descriptions / titles…

  • shipping receiving manager
  • assistant manager
  • floor manager
  • plain clothes security guard
  • inventory taker
  • stock person
  • sales clerk
  • cashier
  • maintenance person

Soooooo, here I sit tapping away at my device; just about ready to complete my above-mentioned new Job #1 assignment. Hope my story hasn’t been too much of a yawner!

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Religion? Yes! Organized Religion? No!

Daily writing prompt
Do you practice religion?

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Here’s why my above title replied in that manner…

As a twelve-year-young boy, I found organized religion to be rather hollow and unholy, so much so, that when the Catholic church left me, I didn’t shed any tears. My dissatisfaction was less about Clerical errors, more about some of the congregants’ erroneous interpretations of what it means to be, in general, a good Christian; more specifically, a righteous Catholic.

In essence, their soulless, sole motivation for showing up each Sunday was to shamelessly flaunt their their Godless, stratospheric station in life. As if what? Acting all high and mighty might get them closer to God?

Well, since “they” say the devil is in the details, let’s now dig (aptly enough) deeper down.

BTW, I’ve chosen to illustrate these unwise parishioners thru my wise-guy eyes. While my nearing the deep end, cheeky exaggerations do run rampant throughout my narrative, nonetheless, the net result does accurately portray the depth of my bygone displeasure. And, maybe it’s just me, but once my words stripped back their artifice, fakery and superficiality, that even elicited a few of my chuckles. Hopefully, you’ll react similarly? And, that said, here goes…

When it came down to Sunday services in my small hometown, quite the spectacle played out on a regular basis; their bad behavior now broken down along provincial cis gender lines.

The womenfolk seemed to be viewing our church’s center aisle as if it were some NYC catwalk designed for strutting their stuff (i.e., haute couture); where their finery’s flow-able fabric was free to flutter within the breezy wake created by each, preceding parishioner / supermodel.

As for the menfolk, it was ALMOST as if their burning desires were limited to tooling up in the parking lot; sporting their pride fueled facial glow (ditto that wasted energy re their eyeballs’ flashing dollar signs). Hell, upon exiting their shiny, swanky luxury rides, even that new car smell was heavy in the air. Palpable, too, was each patriarch’s temptation to pop open the bonnets (hoods); in hopes of turning the less fortunate passersby green with envy. Yep, even the Motor City’s gas guzzler engines were capable of roaring to life; strutting their Sunday best.

Naturally, no Sunday service would be complete sans the benediction; in this case, really driven home, courtesy of these Indy 500 wannabes devolving into eat-my-dirt mode; indulging their puerile desires to full throttle speed off, homeward; the ample corroborating (carburetor-ing?) evidence? Their billowing heavenward, hellish, acrid, cloudy, dense, dark, carbon monoxide saturated smog.

Now, that above story is what I’d classify as an unsightly, brand of un-Godliness!

It’s easy to conclude that anyone turned on by that sort of snooty, sooty irreverence is likely beyond redemption. It’d also be no shocker were we to discover that such mindsets have (regrettably so) survived intact; into the 21st century.

To flesh that out, they’d be today’s imbecilic, theocratic, FOX News talking heads; Iran’s intolerant mullahs; and treasonous Trumper / MAGA magnitude Republican insurrectionists; all of these bad actors’ job #1 being to…

  • misinterpret, mutilate and expurgate scripture
  • ram their bastardized religious dogma down decent folks’ throats
  • mete out death sentences to punish women for mere dress code violations
  • burn down hallowed human decency / precious American democracy

Now, let’s classify, below, what an upbeat, inclusive, brand of spirituality is…

My belief system is all about us, wholeheartedly, respecting all respectable people; that the only labels that accurately assess folks’ character are Good, Bad and In-Between. Also, we must always give credence to the Golden Rule’s Prime Directive; namely, that succinctly, eloquently worded, honest to God creed…

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!”

In closing… I’d like to expand on this day’s writing prompt, “Do you practice religion?”

Too many people in our world do need all the practice they can possibly get; for they seldom, if ever, practice what their preachers are preaching. Worse yet, what too damned many preachers are preaching, nowadays, is accompanied, not by church organs but by dog-whistles; regrettably, such tweets are inclusive of xenophobia, misogyny, homophobia, and fascism.

In the end… those indoctrinated along those deplorable lines will wind up raring to go on their science silencing, book burning, freedom gutting, rampaging crusades.

And God help us all, should their un-Godly behavior ever prevail!

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Oh… do I remember!

Daily writing prompt
Do you remember life before the internet?

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Seeing how, so far, I’ve witnessed a tad more than 40% of my life and times unfolding; whilst both playing and working without a Net (both metaphorically and literally / doncha just luv idiomatic wordplay?); yes and alas, I do recall that bygone era rather vividly.

It’s my belief that we humans do tend to develop and harbor a fondness for whatever we’re most familiar with. Indeed, such reveries might even serve us well; i.e., as some sort of comfort zone.

And tho I’d rather shut out some chapters from my autobiography (e.g. instances of being grade school bullied and workplace / sweatshop abused), other chapters’ happenings weren’t all that bad; might even qualify as the good old days.

Factoring in the ill-mannered nature of how life has been playing out upon our contemporary, ecologically and ideologically imperiled world stage… well…

It’s easy to see how, by comparison, one can yearn for the far less complicated days of yore.

But, what else can you expect from a Boomer, such as I; other than my fondness for… oh… say…

  • truly breathtaking, non-light polluted, dark night skies; where even the faintest, flickers of starlight were naked eye observable; all ready, willing and able to (in the lyrical words of composers Carole King and Gerry Goffin) “put on a show for free!”
  • quaint, charming business districts, involving-not, the sprawling malls but, rather, spanning the four corners epicenter of my lifelong, garden variety, small town; where it was commonplace to witness shopkeepers locking up their doors in order to get home by the 6 bells supper hour; where, save for the Mom and Pop grocery stores, most other retailers shut down, entirely, on Sundays; thereby, ushering in genuine article, days of rest for the vast majority of our town folk to enjoy.

I remember well, our nuclear family of four all lounging around the living room; perusing the much thicker, weekend newspaper edition; eventually everyone trading off completed sections; maybe even engaging in some over the shoulder admiration / kibitzing whilst Dad filled in the NY Times crossword puzzle (in ink… no less).

Mom’s Sunday suppers typically plated savory pot roast slices; inclusive of the onion imbued spuds, carrots and sliced green beans and green peppers; everything swimming in an ocean of rich brown gravy; to be sopped up with (still warm from the oven) sliced, homemade bread. Granted, such fare could never be deemed health food, but hey, as an almost septuagenarian I’m still live and kickin’.

And tho we had not been regular churchgoers, there was one superstar priest, Father G., whose masses certainly qualified as never miss and must-see-hear. I mean (irreverently speaking) this dude could really kick sermon butt. For example, one sweltering summer Sunday, his entire homily’s delivery run time could easily pass muster as some 2023 YouTube short. His clever content hit home so impressively that, even six decades later; I can rattle it all off; his sentiments going along these lines…

“It’s really hot this morning. Never forget there’s a much hotter place awaiting all unrepentant sinners. End of sermon.”

To aptly wrap this all up, let’s check out this oldie but goodie, Paul McCartney produced, Boris Fomin / Gene Raskin composed lyrical couplet (as popularized by vocalist extraordinaire Mary Hopkin)…

“Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end.”

And with both that sermon’s and song’s sentiments duly noted…

End of Post!

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Sketchy King Kink’s Sketch

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Preface: Is there even 1 soul out 8 billion who could not correctly ID King Kink?

Russkies claim King Kink craves watersports; Pee-Pee! Pee-Pee! Pee-Pee!
He hobnobs oft with Klansmen kooks; Creepy! Creepy! Creepy!
He’s deadbeat who stiffs hired hands: Cheapy! Cheapy! Cheapy!
His corrupt cronies hike price tags; Steepy! Steepy! Steepy!

He lost term two, still streams croc tears: Weepy, Weepy! Weepy!
His screechy screeds F-Bomb his foes; Bleepy! Bleepy! Bleepy!
His projected psyche brands poor Joe; Sleepy! Sleepy! Sleepy!
Past Twitter-Twaddle, birdbrained Tweets; Cheepy! Cheepy! Cheepy!

Almost gallows hanged his number two; VeePee! VeePee! VeePee!
His patsies’ scat crapped U.S. Cap; Heapy! Heapy! Heapy!
Under rugs he hides Top Secret docs; Sweepy! Sweepy! Sweepy!
In indictments he’s inundated: Deepy! Deepy! Deepy!

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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My “A” to the What R U Good At “Q”

Daily writing prompt
What are you good at?

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While, with the acquisition of the requisite college accreditation OR adequate OJT, it’s my belief that, given enough time, I could become good at nearly anything I set my mind to, there are two, existing disciplines where (said with tongue-in-cheek) I’m a legend in my own mind? (j/k I hope!)

That’d be…

Adeptly running all ten of my fingers across two vastly dissimilar keyboards.

I’m speaking of my…

  • Computer, where I type out nearly all my blogs’ op-eds, prose and poetry; by and large, for express purpose of venting my frustration towards an infamous, malignant narcissist; amply demonstrating my utter contempt for him / his entire MAGA movement, which to say the very least, has absolutely nothing to do with making America great again.

To say a bit more… especially on this Memorial Day 2023, where true patriots honor and mourn all of our soldiers who, from our nearly two and one half centuries ago Revolutionary War, onward, made the ultimate sacrifice while preserving, protecting and defending democracy and freedom (domestically and worldwide). Ironically, it’s these warriors’ very courageousness and selflessness; their very graves, which MAGA quislings spit at.

To say the most…

I hadn’t fully recognized the true depth of my lifelong love for my homeland UNTIL Donald J. Trump, that Anti-American, autocratic freak; that treasonous bastard had attempted HIS January 6th, coup d’état; barked out HIS fight like hell, attack democracy orders; promptly marched HIS sycophantic, robotic, freakshow private army of wind-up soldiers (insurrectionist traitors all) towards the U.S. Capitol; where, absolutely on HIS behalf, they went on a destructive and deadly rampage; did their damnedest to spread HIS (and their own) fascist fecal matter all over America; in some instances, quite literally!

From that darkest day, onward…

I’ve made it my solemn vow to never rest easy; to not be silenced until EITHER the day that Donald J. Trump is finally held fully accountable for his high treason (and punished accordingly) OR until the day I die; whichever comes first!

That duly noted, let’s end this post on a more positive note…

The second keyboard that I’m speaking of involves my…

  • Acoustic and electric pianos; where I’m at liberty to freely explore and hone both my fake book reading and self-taught, play-by-ear skills; the resultant, feel good music both feeding and soothing my soul. And, considering life’s rocky road ahead (e.g., the 2024 presidential campaign trail) I will be depending, likely solely, on that soul soothing effect to stay sane?

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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The “Having It All” Good Life

Daily writing prompt
What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

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Whether one is attempting to erect an actual, cleanly constructed, ultra-modern house or establish the cutting-edge, clean, “having it all” good life, one must start out with a stable foundation; in other words…

Humans must be able to live out their lives standing atop a level playing field, global society; one where societal referees’ whistles tweet and penalty flags fly skyward at the first whiff of discrimination’s foul play. We’re speaking of a wondrous society that’s built soundly upon sobriety; one where rational, national leaders, unflinchingly, settle conflicts via the brains over brawn approach; one where time honored physical and respectable political science are both venerated (e.g. where, without fail, leaders heed both Mother Nature’s cogent, learned climate change warning signs and Lady Liberty’s impassioned pleas to maintain democracy and decency / civility.

Of course, successfully constructing a sound, stable foundation also depends, decidedly, upon a social structure where the only applicable labels are good or bad; when such assessments are only made by cooler, wiser heads (perhaps a jury of one’s peers?). More to the point, where we are NEVER judged based upon our skin’s melanin content, ethnicity, accent, native tongue, preferred pronouns (re gender identification and/or sexual orientation), aptitude and chosen (honorable) profession(s); judged not even by our age, infirmities, eye / hair color, height, weight, left and/or right handedness, etc.

Need I say more? Yeah, I’ll say more…

I’d hope, with every strand of my own DNA, that everyone can both behold and believe in this big picture; and, even better, that ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of us would be both honored and thrilled to stand atop such a common sense, rock solid foundation!

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IF all that I’ve typed, so far, (plus any other vital issues that may have slipped thru my typing fingers), somehow, and sometime soon, can all become routinely, interwoven into our societal fabric; IF the vast majority of Earth’s now 8 Billion souls can play by all of these life enriching ground rules, THEN… a virtual drum roll. please…

Voilà!!! There would rarely, if ever, be any upper limits to how high humankind could soar.

Indeed, the attainability of the “having it all” good life, and (by extension) the establishment of an entire, glorious, exhilarating, stimulating, invigorating, electrifying and mind blowing society would, most assuredly, wind up carved in stone!

And best of all, “having it all” would be deemed every honorable person’s, impregnated in the DNA, birthright!

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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