Time to Get the “LED” Out!

I’m sure that many of you have frequently driven past the type of outdoor, LED signs oft found in front of public schools. What I’d like to know is who, if anyone, ever gets to actually read even one of the displayed messages in its entirety?

Even if motorists are obeying the posted, usually slower, school zone speed limits… oh say 35mph / 56.3kph… just how much info can one possibly assimilate while passing by? Not much… especially considering how it oft requires two to three sequential displays to completely convey one message. If timed out right, about all one could ever expect to totally read would be the time and/or temperature reports.

Even so, should anyone operating a vehicle even be attempting to read such messages in the first place? After all, Rule #1 is to always keep your eyes on the road. The only good news, here, is that… to my knowledge… my own hometown’s sign has not caused any distracted driver type car crashes… so far… so far…

So, might rubbernecker car passengers fare better in reading more? Not likely. The mph/kph issue would still be in play. Beyond that… if your town is anything like mine… most cars zipping on by are driver only. So…

What I’d still like to know is who, if anyone, ever gets to actually read even one of the displayed messages in its entirety?

In my locale, that’d likely amount to just three people… my two neighbors and I. That’s because we live right next door to the school in question. The irony, here, is that since none of us have any kiddies enrolled, these flashing school calendar / events specific messages are of little value to us.

The further irony, here, is how folks, who do have school age kids, are likely gathering all the info they need right off the school system’s website.

Adding further insult to injury is how the three of us do find this sign to be aesthetically offensive. There’s no escaping it’s flashing red, orange and green garish LED glare! Even our windows’ closed thick drapes get noticeably backlit.

Folks, this goes on and On and ON… 24/7… even now while school is out for the summer. This unwanted, undesirable radiance intrudes whenever I sit down to eat at my dining room table… whenever my neighbors attempt to chill out on their back porch.

While such marquee-like displays complement cityscapes dotted with movie theaters, nightclubs, saloons, tattoo parlors and pool halls, they do utterly clash with the last remaining vestiges of the small town, laid-back, pastoral atmosphere, which my neighbors and I had so enjoyed… i.e., prior to the advent of this excessively bright urban blight.

One must not ignore the environmental concerns in play, either. While LED technology is supposed to be more energy efficient… nonetheless… such signs burn up energy anyway. Factoring in how this sign, in actuality, is serving no purpose… that makes the wastefulness even more unforgivable.

Ditto that sentiment re the light pollution issue. As a amateur astronomer my options have become few… either move out west ISO the dark desert skies or dust off my scope and sell it to the highest bidder.

Or… maybe it’d be possible to educate the educator powers-that-be?

SIDEBAR: One would hope that our local school board is not made up of frittering away the budget, little boys playing with their worthless, little high tech toys. Not in an era where schoolteachers are forced into collective bargaining concessions and purchase (with their own money) school supplies for their students. Not when teachers’ benefits packages and retirement plans are being mercilessly slashed. Not when students have become the sitting ducks of gun nuts… when they’re getting packed into dilapidated classrooms like sardines and are facing down the humiliation of lunch shaming.

Even if this LED sign had been donated by some “philanthropist”, this lets neither the donor nor the donee off the hook. It is up to the superintendent to remind benefactors of the higher priorities… properly paying teachers and preserving their benefits… the urgent need for buying textbooks, computers, and (the aforementioned) supplies etc…. the pressing need to fund school meal programs for the needy… the need to pay the building and grounds maintenance bills, etc. If she or he offends any frivolous gift givers lugging around Santa sized bags full of worthless toys, too bad.

Of course, what’s done is done and what remains is the need to FIRST convince the school board muck-a-mucks to see the light… their garish sign’s light. NEXT, they’d need to get the lead out AND get the LED out… by pulling the plug on this sign… if not forever… at least from dusk till dawn?

 

 

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Do Your Duty! ~ 1 Quick Limerick #051

 

His Oath of Office, the “prez” can’t amend!
He MUST Preserve and Protect and Defend!
Job Number One, NO disputin’!
Save our world / homeland from Putin!
He’s brutal autocrat, NOBODY’S friend!

 

For more limericks (as well as other verses and song parodies, etc.), head over to my “Categories Menu” and select “Poetry”.

 

 

A Walk Through the Land of Broken Dreams…

What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted serves as both song title and question posed to us all. We are invited to traipse alongside singer Jimmy Ruffin and song composers James Anthony Dean, Paul Riser and William Henry Witherspoon as… together… we walk through the land of broken dreams.

With each subsequent, soulfully, dolefully sung lyrical couplet, memories of our own failed interpersonal relationships are inevitable. Caring souls, everywhere, can relive and relate to the universal feelings of loss… identify with those tearstained, heavyhearted moments from our past.

Several days ago, while playing back this Sixties era, Motown musical masterpiece / classic, I realized that… as is true with all superbly crafted poetry… these lyrics cast their spell on more than one level.

The addressed feelings of emotional distress are not unlike what transpires following the actual death of a loved one… even the death of one’s country… the death of Lady Liberty.

Indeed, patriotism… the love of one’s homeland… is no different.

And what description more aptly sums up the breakup of our relationships with our present-day, troubled world… indeed, the breakup of my relationship with my ideologically fractured, broken down homeland… other than “the land of broken dreams”… the end of the American Dream?

While my love of country has not wavered in the least and I’ve always sensed that my country has loved me in return (well… at least up until January 20, 2017), there IS a diabolical political force afoot and his wicked intent is to make damned sure that my love… my compatriots’ love… shall forever remain unrequited.

In a sense, America’s oppressor is not unlike a narrow-minded, stone hearted, selfish, egotistical, domineering father figure who… just to ensure relationships never blossom between suitors and his daughter, Lady Liberty… imprisons, shackles and gags her in the depths of his dingy, dank, stone walled and iron barred dungeon.

To extend this… he does so just to prevent patriotic love relationships between country and countrywomen / countrymen.

“Daddy” is flat out denying us all the opportunity to experience sweet Libby’s delightful aspect… the freedom gleaming in her eyes, the warmth of her welcoming smile… her soft whispers of unconditional patriotic love.

I can only hope that you, my international readers, are never forced to share in my anguish… in all true Americans’ anguish… experience our heavy hearts and eyes welled up with tears.

And folks… to now quote Dean, Riser and Witherspoon… “I can’t stand this pain much longer!”

 

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Since in our online lives there can be breakups with / breakdowns to musical links, I’m also including a more enduring presentation of these compelling song lyrics which have now… at least for me… taken on a even deeper meaning. Maybe you feel the same way, too?

 

What Becomes of the Broken Hearted

Songwriters: James Anthony Dean / Paul Riser / William Henry Witherspoon

 

 

 

As I walk this land of broken dreams
I have visions of many things
But happiness is just an illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion

What becomes of the broken-hearted
Who had love that’s now departed?
I know I’ve got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe

The roots of love grow all around
But for me they come a-tumblin’ down
Every day heartaches grow a little stronger
I can’t stand this pain much longer

I walk in shadows searching for light
Cold and alone, no comfort in sight
Hoping and praying for someone who’ll care
Always moving and goin’ nowhere

What becomes of the broken-hearted
Who had love that’s now departed?
I know I’ve got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Help me please

I’m searching, though I don’t succeed
For someone’s love there’s a growing need
All is lost, there’s no place for beginning
All that’s left is an unhappy ending

Now, what becomes of the broken-hearted
Who have love that’s now departed?
I know I’ve got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
I’ll be searching everywhere
Just to find someone to care
I’ll be looking everyday, I know I’m gonna find a way
Nothing’s gonna stop me now
I’ll find a way somehow
And I’ll be searching everywhere
I know I gotta find a way
I’ll be looking

 

 

Is that dramatic enough for ya… huh? Huh?? HUH???

 

So, how the HELL did America ever get stuck with…

THAT brown shirted, white sheeted, robber-baron Putin hugger… THAT fear/warmongering, saber rattling, nuclear madman/gun nut… THAT slayer of Lady Liberty and Mother Nature, mocker of the disabled, aged and infirm, loather of LGBTQs and abuser of women and children!

Obviously, it had been the Electoral College map’s math, which rendered Hillary Clinton’s popular vote victory meaningless. Then came the Electors, themselves, who were not legally required to install the unethical, under-qualified and mentally unstable Donald J. Trump… YET… mindlessly did so anyway.

Clearly, James Comey’s reopening of the FBI’s investigation into Clinton’s email server issues (scant days prior to Election Day) served only one purpose… to eventually help stain that Electoral Map red and hand over the Oval Office keys to:

THAT brown shirted, white sheeted, robber-baron Putin hugger… THAT fear/warmongering, saber rattling, nuclear madman/gun nut… THAT slayer of Lady Liberty and Mother Nature, mocker of the disabled, aged and infirm, loather of LGBTQs and abuser of women and children!

Unquestionably, far more culpable was the gaggle of drama seeking media hacks. They had obsessed over that email server non-story… hounded Clinton to political death… while simultaneously not giving a hoot about the far more serious “baggage” Donald Trump was… still is… lugging around. In granting him that free pass, these charlatan scribes, too, did their damnedest to eventually help stain that Electoral Map red and hand over the Oval Office keys to… wait for it folks… a drum roll please…

THAT brown shirted, white sheeted, robber-baron Putin hugger… THAT fear/warmongering, saber rattling, nuclear madman/gun nut… THAT slayer of Lady Liberty and Mother Nature, mocker of the disabled, aged and infirm, loather of LGBTQs and abuser of women and children!

Hell, if it was drama that they had really wanted… OMG… what could’ve possibly been more dramatic than exposing even one dangerous character flaw of… wait for it folks… one more drum roll please…

THAT brown shirted, white sheeted, robber-baron Putin hugger… THAT fear/warmongering, saber rattling, nuclear madman/gun nut… THAT slayer of Lady Liberty and Mother Nature, mocker of the disabled, aged and infirm, loather of LGBTQs and abuser of women and children!

Don’t get me wrong, it’s perfectly fine for the press corps to expose candidates’ flaws. That’s the the Fourth Estate’s Job #1. But please note the positioning of the apostrophe on the word candidates’. Following the “s” means all candidates… not just one. Knowing how to properly situate that punctuation mark is the mark of any genuine article journalist.

My advice to all alleged reporters who had smeared Clinton to defeat and are already plotting to use the same attack MO against whoever runs against their boy Trump in 2020…

Since you elevate drama over time honored, journalistic standards and practices, it’s not too late for you to pack up your bags and book your flights to NYC or Hollywood… the bright lights of Broadway and the shimmering glow of Tinseltown await you all.

My advice to those who will defiantly defend the indefensible, one-sided, slanted far right status quo…

Wake up children! Now that the Helsinki Summit is history… now that the ersatz-prez has surreptitiously sold out America to his man crush… Vladimir Putin… the free press’ days are numbered.

Once Putin parks it behind the Oval Office desk, don’t be surprised if reporters wind up just like all of his other enemies… either poisoned to death or imprisoned for life.

Poetic justice? You betcha! After all it was you media hacks who had handed over the Oval Office keys to Trump… wait for it folks… one final drum roll please…

THAT brown shirted, white sheeted, robber-baron Putin hugger… THAT fear/warmongering, saber rattling, nuclear madman/gun nut… THAT slayer of Lady Liberty and Mother Nature, mocker of the disabled, aged and infirm, loather of LGBTQs and abuser of women and children!

Donald Trump enabled Vladimir Putin to roll out his overthrow of America! And Bad Vlad didn’t even need to roll out the tanks.

Is that dramatic enough for ya? Still think Hillary Clinton’s email server was the BIG STORY… huh? Huh?? HUH???

 

 

 

My Lemon “Harangue Pie” Blogs

 

As I first opened my eyes during this new day’s predawn hours… still seated at and slumped over my desk… several things did come to mind…

• Hey, I’m still alive! That must mean You-Know-Who hasn’t Tweeted the entire human race into an early grave (of course… long sigh… the day is still young).

• A laptop’s touchpad certainly is a lousy substitute for a pillow.

• My reawakened computer, has confirmed that last night’s pre-bedtime, blogging intentions had been for naught… had only netted me some much needed, desktop shuteye and this morning’s blank, white screen with a blinking cursor.

• Hmmm… come to think of it… it’s a wonder my nose hadn’t accidentally typed in something such as…

“zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”

Anyway, while stretching and exhaling my long audible yawn (just now), I am now well rested and ready to blog onward. And all preliminary kidding aside, I do need to get serious…do need your help in unravelling a blogging paradox.

A big part of this conundrum begins with my blog content. To say the very least, for most folks, liking my subject matter is an acquired taste. To say a bit more, I don’t expect everyone to stomach a steady diet of what I have little choice but to report on… i.e., America’s deplorable, politically polarized reality. Most of my blogs do wind up being akin to sour lemons. Or… to engage in some (intentional) malapropism…

To find my lemon “harangue pie” blogs tasty? As I’ve already said, that’d be an acquired taste.

Now, here’s where that worrisome paradox comes into play.

Astounding but true, in spite of the “lemons” I’m still attracting new followers. That must mean what? They actually LIKE lemon “harangue pie”? What other reason could there be for their wanting to follow me, right?

Yet, while they’re able to find my “FOLLOW Button” they rarely, if ever, locate and click any of my blogs’ “LIKE buttons”. Perhaps they’re simply forgetting to click the latter?

Curiouser and curiouser, beyond the WordPress notifications informing me of the increase in my follower tally, I virtually never hear from these new followers again! Perhaps they’re content with just reading / listening to my stuff… not interested in more active participation?

Whatever may actually be happening here, I think I speak for the vast majority of my WordPress compatriots when I say that, were the situation reversed, we would not be following anyone with unlikable posts.

Of course, the phrase “not liking my posts” could also mean “hating my posts”… maybe up to the point of hating me? Wanting to keep close tabs on me? To what end? Considering how too many folks residing within my severely, politically fractured homeland are being emboldened by the hostility of their hero… the Oval Office “Hater-In-Chief”… how that bully does egg them on to the point of committing violent acts on his behalf… well… you can see why I’ve used the word, “worrisome”.

Perhaps I’m reading too much into this?
(I sure hope so.)

So, have any of you ever experienced this instantaneous, “follow and forget” phenomenon? I’d sure welcome your thoughts re this matter. Perhaps your input will also help me determine the correct “A” to the following “Q”…

Perhaps… out of my concerns for my own personal safety… I should pull the plug on this site?
(I sure hope that answer is no.)

Could I be content with merely expressing myself offline… i.e. go the word document blogging route? I doubt I’d find such a transition easy considering how I’ve been blogging under various screen names and a sundry of avatars for the past twelve years… how I’ve stood atop my past street corner soapboxes / platforms over at MySpace, Xanga, Blogger and… of course now do the same… at present… here @WordPress.

Well, whatever my decision, I want all of you kindly souls, who actually read my prose, poetry and listen to my BlogCasts to know that I do appreciate you. I welcome your honesty, too… i.e. your NOT clicking the “LIKE” buttons unless you actually find my posted content to your liking. It is via your guidance that I’ll become a much better blogger, be able to fine-tune my content, maybe inspire more reader input/dialogue and even grow my readership.

Naturally, a small readership does have plenty of pluses, too. I do treasure the approximately one dozen of you who are taking the time out of your busy lives to regularly read and listen to my posts… your openmindedness is what makes each and every one of you all the more special to me.

To be sure, quality… not necessarily quantity… is what oft matters the most in life.

 

 

A “Who Is He?” Riddle

 

• He staffs his revolving door, toxic workplace with the most uniquely unqualified, unprofessional, unsympathetic and unscrupulous people imaginable.

• He figures out the most outrageous, offensive and reprehensible things to say and do and then promptly sets forth to say and do them.

• He goes on rampages in the real world and on the www where he incessantly, incoherently and insanely rambles, rants and raves to poison any and all susceptible minds.

• He has spent his entire lifetime so convincingly telling whoppers that he has even deceived himself.

• He works / milks “the system” to engage in corrupt business transactions; thereby amassing obscene wealth at the expense of anyone foolish enough to ever trust him.

• He profiles, dehumanizes and offends anyone who doesn’t conform to his own upper crust, corrupt, wonder bread complected demographics.

• He crudely and shamelessly boasts / lies about his boudoir sexploits; thereby corrupting every overly impressionable male who’d ever be stupid enough to make him his role model.

• He is so closed-minded that nobody can teach him anything and, consequently, he goes through life knowing nothing of consequence.

• He is an embarrassment, not only to himself but to the entire human race.

• He would be doing society a tremendous favor if he’d just shut up and never show up at work again!

Who is he?