Ladies and Gents… The “President” of the United States!!!

Folks… all that’s missing are the words…

“Gimme MY WALL!”

“Gimme MY WALL!”

“Gimme MY WALL!”

“Gimme MY WALL!”

“Gimme MY WALL!”

To be sure… what you see is what we’ve got… and what we will get again… UNLESS

We vote ONLY for adults come Election Day 2020!!!

Any Questions?

 

 

 

ICE’d Over Kids ~ 1 Quick Limerick #070

The fake prez prolife claim? Fake news! Effing Lie!
He oft will ICE over downtrodden small fry,
Watch that aberrant tyrant,
Tear Gas / cage children, migrant,
And heartlessly make them cry / get sick and die!

 

 

 

 

 

No Doubt it’s a Sonic Soap Opera (Sunday Song Series)

Welcome to 2019’s first Sunday and week #17 of our Sunday Song Series… where we’ll be giving a listen to yet another track titled Sunday Morning… i.e., No Doubt’s ska punk / reggae rock influenced composition from Tragic Kingdom (their 3rd studio album released in late 1995).

Lyrically… song co-composers Gwen Stefani, (big brother) Eric Stefani and even Tony Kanal provide their insights into her romance / break-up with bandmate Kanal.

Visually… there’s the symbolism of injury / pain / tensions which culminate in a… well… if you haven’t viewed the vid yet… I won’t spoil the ending.

However… it’d not be TMI to state that once we clear away the farcical elements an allegory emerges… namely… mixing play into any workplace relationship oft goes hand-in-hand with awkwardness, heartache and heartbreak.

For anyone seeking details to this stormy, sonic soap opera and related “chapters”, Click Here.

For those ISO more Sunday Songs meet me back here 7 days from now.

For folks interested in previous programs from this Series, head over to my categories section and click onto “music”.

 

 

A Nutritionally Incorrect Sentimental Start to `19

 

My Happy New Year wishes to all kindly souls wandering about virtual reality on this special day.

So far, aside from easily crashing through last night’s time barrier ‘tween `18 and `19, I also wound up crashing a small plate into the linoleum while preparing this morning’s meal… uh… regrettably… just one serving for li’l ol’ lonesome me.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not crying in my beer. That’s mainly because [1] I’ve accepted for many decades that my bachelorhood is likely terminal, [2] things could’ve been far worse had that broken glass involved my one and only French Press coffee maker and [3] beer would not have been my first choice for washing down my, by and large, nutritionally incorrect holiday feast… a menu consisting of drenched in syrup pancakes, overly salted turkey sausage patties, cinnamon coated / saturated fat loaded doughnuts and toast spread thick with jam.

NOTE to any concerned cardiologists / physicians / nutritionists out there… as well as buzzard-like morticians flying in formation (in a holding pattern) above my home:

In my defense… [1] this is not my steady diet, [2] I also consumed a far healthier banana, Fuji apple and bowl of oatmeal, and [3] considering my metabolic “ability”, I find myself frequently “flirting” within featherweight territory (118 – 126 pounds / 54 – 57 kg).

Well… at this point I can virtually hear your three part question…

“Wassup Tom? You still hung over from New Year’s Eve champers? Just WTF is the point to your post, anyway?

Well… this is all about the “jam” I got into this morning… NO not the broken plate deal… the type of jam we spread on our toast. And, considering all the sugary stickiness… maybe you’ll stick around long enough to hear me out?

You see… one of the things I’m grateful for is that my Mom not only had taught me all she knew about food prep, but that this also involved invaluable, hands-on cooking/baking OJT.

One of Mom’s favorite (usually Christmastime) projects involved jam production. To e.g. that a bit… she loved preparing her unique peach / pineapple blend recipe. BTW. she oft tossed in a few halved maraschino cherries, which not only added flavor but also randomly dotted the jarred, brightly orange hued jam with festive red. All in all, this was… still is… a labor intensive endeavor. Believe me, each jam manufacture’s costly, per jar asking price is more about the labor than the actual price of the fruit, jars and lids.

Well… in the beginning… Mom and I had worked as a team… but… as age related fatigue started catching up with her… there were times where she’d leave mid project… only to return just as I was topping off the jars with sealing wax. Amidst my mentor’s apologies for having bailed were her smiles. After all, she now knew that her skills would live on long after she had departed.

But… as already mentioned… jam making is so labor intensive that, in the nearly 16 years since Mom’s death, I’ve yet to put our shared, jam making know-how to good use. Instead, I’ve been opting to let the “pros” do all the work. And imagine how thrilled I was to discover that one manufacturer’s product line not only includes peach but also pineapple preserves. Even better is the size of the jars… respectively 18 oz (510g) and 12 oz (340g)… i.e., respectively, a peach to pineapple ratio, which is oh-so-close to my Mom’s original recipe.

In other words… at the breakfast table level… to “cook up” a close facsimile all I need do is proportionally spread peach on one side of the warmed and toasted bread, pineapple on the other and fold.

Now, here’s where my story takes on an aspect… one that many would dismiss as mere coincidence… but not li’l ol’ lonesome me!

During the December holiday season, jam sales typically, rapidly decimate the supermarket displays. Just last Friday, on the nearly barren shelves… misplaced from their usual “homes” I spotted one jar of peach preserves… and right next to it one jar of pineapple… the very same two jars that wound up on my breakfast table this early a.m. I mean… how could I not interpret this as a message… a “phoned in” menu request… from the great beyond?

Just prior to sinking my teeth into this a.m.’s warm toast, I hoisted my coffee cup upward to toast my Mom. True, its mere speculation on my part, but…

Might it be possible that, on special occasions, our ancestors can live virtually (sort of vicariously) through us… still enjoy earthly sights, sounds, scents and flavors with us / through us? After all, half my DNA belongs to my mother. If I am correct, maybe … just maybe… she sort of sat alongside li’l ol’ lonesome me at my New Year’s Day breakfast table… maybe even enjoying that “homemade”, breakfast table blend which so closely resembles her peach / pineapple preserves.

 

 

Happy 2019! January BlogCast

Welcome to our first BlogCast of 2019! I extend outward my Happy New Year wishes to all who reside within the WordPress community and throughout our world.

Of course, merely wishing happiness does not make it so. And such happiness does not come easy considering how… year in / year out… far too many of my homeland’s and home world’s compatriots have been empowering leadership unwisely… or far worse yet… have little to no choice in the matter.

Even so, there’s still reason for hope. This post’s videos amply prove there are still plenty of us who do envision the possibility for a better day… a better world. And just knowing of their existence does act as my own mood elevator. Hopefully, once you experience the clarity of their minds and passion within their hearts… you’ll feel the same way, too?

 

Sheryl Crow covers Nick Lowe’s
What’s So Funny ‘Bout Peace, Love & Understanding

Broadway for Orlando covers Burt Bacharach and Hal David’s
What the World Needs Now is Love

(be sure to follow this link, too)

156 countries unite to cover John Lennon and Paul McCartney’s
All You Need is Love

 

I thank you for your listenership and cordially invite you to click back here for my next monthly BlogCast… slated to hit the www during the first week of February 2019.

FYI, my past musical presentations are archived within my BlogCast and music categories.

 

 

 

ADDENDUM: Corrections / clarifications to assign proper song accreditation were made on 01/01/19 (approximately 7 hours since the original posting time).