22 Non-Itty-Bitty “ity” Words

 

Ever since the new regime stormed into DC in January 2017, I’ve been deeply concerned about my homeland and home world’s future. There’s plenty to worry about seeing how their opposing point of view is always running afoul of my own. Even so, this does beg the big question…

Are they not just as entitled to their opinion as I am?

Of course, there IS a fundamental difference between our convictions. What they stand for works toward the detriment of society. And for THAT they expect me to do what? Paste a golden star on each of their foreheads and say, “More power to ya?” HELL NO!

Beyond that, “our” current “leader” (who needs no introduction) does not believe I am even entitled to my own opinion. That autocrat demands unconditional, braindead loyalty even though his own words and deeds amply prove his unworthiness of such consideration. Minus legislative and judicial checks and balances, he could eventually, easily, utterly subjugate / imprison folks like me… perhaps even deport us. What other conclusion can there be? As of late, he’s been bleating out his love-it-or-leave-it ultimatum… virtually making that his reelection campaign slogan!

And this does beg another big question…

Why is it that I can only prove my love of country by loving his plot to utterly destroy it?

Some might suggest that the “easiest” solution would be to take the path of least resistance… to fall into line / march in lockstep with him… he who is marching all of his lemmings over the cliff.

So, just what the hell would it take for me to mindlessly conform? Well… that’d necessitate the absolute abandonment of all the values I cherish… which are also the very same values he lacks… namely…

Accountability
Adaptability
Amiability
Civility
Diversity
Equality
Generosity
Impartiality
Integrity
Lucidity
Maturity
Morality
Objectivity
Rationality
Reliability
Responsibility
Sanity
Sensibility
Stability
Teachability
Tranquility
Unity

For the sake of proving loyalty to a disloyal to America autocrat, would it ever be worth forsaking even one of those above listed values? Again, I’d say, HELL NO!

 

 

 

 

Mr. and Ms. Gorsky’s Message ~ NSFW 18+ Vid of the Day

With the Apollo 11 mission’s 50th anniversary hoopla already a turned page in humanity’s history book, I’ve been seriously considering the merits of presenting, in this venue, an amusing and intriguing backstory to Neil Armstrong’s “one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind” moonwalk.

What I’m alluding to is the Good Luck Mr. Gorsky (GLMG) saga, which has been circulating on the Interwebs since the mid 1990s… its ribald narrative focusing upon an incident that allegedly went down within a specific space / time continuum. Indeed, Wapakoneta, Ohio / early 1940s was where / when Neil, upon retrieving his baseball from beneath his neighbors’ open bedroom window had overheard an R / maybe even X-rated argument… Ms. Gorsky heatedly informing Mr. Gorsky he’d get what he wanted on the day the kid next door walked on the Moon.

If true… this certainly would’ve been an ear-opening moment during Armstrong’s innocent days of youth. Of course, “if true” are the operative words.

What our cooler heads tend to tell us is that GLMG is little more than fake news. In other words, the larger than life personae, which many of our space explorers command, can inspire tall tales. According to SNOPES, even Armstrong, himself, is alleged to have once attributed this cleverly crafted story to comedian Buddy Hackett. Of course, usage of “A-words” such as “alluding” and “alleged” do little to deflate this story’s sense of full blown credibility. Additionally, where are all the YouTube clips of Hackett telling this joke? Maybe I didn’t search long enough?

Well… on the morning after the first moonwalk’s golden anniversary I did wind up discovering my blog topper’s clip… not of Hackett but of a much more tastefully and tenderly presented teleplay… courtesy of the Chicago Comedy Film Festival. They’ve self-described their work as “smart comedy for smart people”.

And be Good Luck Mr. Gorsky fact or fiction… their vignette has afforded us a far deeper than crater deep message… namely…

It’s never too late to find / rediscover love… love that’s as enduring as the footprints Neil Armstrong left on the lunar surface… love as limitless as the cosmos, itself.

 

 

 

Королев … у нас проблемы? (Воскресная песенная серия)

 

SUBTITLE: Korolyov… we’ve got a problem? (Sunday Song Series)

From the Oh, BTW Dept: My knowledge of the Russian language being extremely limited, I can only take it on blind faith that the online translator has accurately done its job. Most assuredly… I’d never want to cause an international incident with Vladimir Putin… one that might provoke WW-III. Additionally, here’s a link to better understand my headlined reference to the Russian city of Korolyov (akin to America’s Houston).

All of that duly noted, let’s turn to the music at hand…

Considering all the media attention re the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 Moon mission, to feature the A-OK album track, Party At Sunday, performed the Cosmonauts… who have no known connection to Russia’s space program… would, ordinarily, make for a logical, Week #45 addition to our ongoing Sunday Song Series.

However… there are some lyrical lapses in logic… to name two…

[1] How could someone concurrently deem a friend an a-hole? And were that “friend” to ever discover such an insult, just how long would (s)he still remain a friend? [2] Typically, one would expect to love… not hate… falling in love.

So, does Party At Sunday serve as a confessional or a social commentary vehicle to critique contemporary antisocial behavior? Or, am I over-analyzing? Sometimes a song is just a song… right? Whatever may or may not be going on here… what’s your take on these issues?

Paradoxes notwithstanding… you are all invited back for more Sunday titled / themed music… seven days from now.

 

 

 

 

Many Moons Ago ~ A July Lunar BlogCast

PREFACE: For this BlogCast, playing back these two YouTube clips simultaneously allows Neil Armstrong to become an astronaut / DJ doing the talk-over intro to the Police track, Walking on the Moon.
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On Sunday, July 20, 1969 at 10:56 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time, Neil Armstrong became the first (known) human to ever set foot on the Moon… and moments later, Buzz Aldrin joined him to become the second.

This “giant leap for (hu)mankind” had been the attainment of John F. Kennedy’s goal… that young visionary giant’s dream fulfilled… AND the culmination of a team effort involving an estimated 400,000 engineers, scientists and technicians… many of them having taken their President’s message to heart.

My own memories of this night center on the combined sense of heartfelt awe, thrills, and yes, even a bit of national pride… heady emotions, which managed to shadow me wherever I wound up. And there had been an abundance of brilliant light to create those shadows… be that the Apollo 11 crew’s beamed back to Earth lunar “Reality Show” (accompanied by CBS journalist / anchorman Walter Cronkite’s own play-by-play) OR during my own repetitious “small step” ventures into the great outdoors to naked-eye gaze upward at the waxing crescent phased Moon… lazily arcing SE to SW across Michigan’s after dark skies.

This past half century has not diminished my own wonderment one iota. I only wish that all who, alongside me, had eye-witnessed this event of the millennium could say the same… and that we… who never lost that rush… had better communicated our feelings to posterity.

Humankind needs an Apollo magnitude sense of accomplishment to transcend the daily drill. If for no other reason, that does keeps us out of trouble. But there really is one far greater reason, too. Without such adventure, humanity risks being reduced to droids… maybe even the Borg magnitude drones that inhabit Sci-Fi’s Star Trek universe.

 

 

Eight Reasons Why I Cannot Support Your Boy Trump

 

I. Donald J. Trump mollycoddles the elite with obscenely generous tax breaks, reckless deregulation and an undeserved, too-big-to-fail status. For starters, why do folks, who’ve amassed more money than they could possibly spend in 10 lifetimes, need more? Why are they so vehemently opposed to paying even one penny of income taxes? Where’s their gratitude for the “system” that favors / pampers them? Additionally, is it not economic suicide to embolden their business undertakings that are already quasi-legal, wildly speculative, astoundingly risky, guaranteed to fail and destined to lay waste to the American / Global economies? Lastly, why are the too-poor-to-survive taxpayers always expected to bail out the too-big-to-fail tax scofflaws?

II. Any male, young or old, living in America or anywhere else in our world, would be ill-advised to make a role model of Trump, a small man who wallows in muddy misogyny and perpetrates the crass objectification of womankind. Grabbing the attention of feminists (of all genders) was… still is… his Access Hollywood video “tutorial” which focuses in on his crude “grabbing” “techniques” (which he inflicts upon his conquests). Yet, in spite of that video’s self-incriminating aspect, he’ll still hotly deny the nearly two dozen #MeToo accounts re his (alleged) unwanted sexual advances / attacks. Even his “defense” reeks of offensiveness… namely his claim that his accusers are “not my type”… which can only make us wonder about his MO when a potential female victim IS his type?

III. The Trumpster hates Mother Nature, too… i.e., he summarily flips off climatologists’ dire warnings that Earth is rapidly approaching the beyond repair stage. He actually believes that all he need do to combat climate change / global warming is open wide and whoosh forth his hot air denial… best summed up as his unscientific, mindless Nuh-Uh! His frequently uttered, oxymoronic phrase “clean coal” amply proves that when it comes down to climatology, Donny stands on thin ice.

IV. When Trump isn’t off subjugating playmates and porn stars, he’ll be giddily schoolgirl crushing on his scum of the earth “superheroes”… tyrants all. His #1 bestie / beastie is Russian President Vladimir Putin. Most worrisome are their frequent, hush-hush, one-on-one meetings. At that point he’ll oft dismiss his American entourage… inclusive of his American translator! In other words, Donny implicitly trusts untrustworthy Vlad’s untrustworthy translators. And that could easily translate out as trouble with a capital T. What impact will these clandestine confabs between two tyrants have upon our world? Only Big Bad Vlad knows for sure.

V. Narcissist Trump conflates love of country with love of him. He bristles with hatred and intolerance regarding all citizen critics. His speaking so contemptuously of them has even incited deadly violence against journalists. Were it left solely up to him, he’d likely issue arrest warrants and… sans due process… order everyone’s imprisonment. So much for 1st Amendment rights, huh? You know… those “silly” “pesky” “little” guarantees regarding freedom of speech / press and “the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

VI. Trump’s obsession with the 2nd Amendment and his convenient redaction of its “well regulated Militia” qualifier language make him the perfect NRA patsy. He obediently buys into their armed to the teeth America stance… inclusive of their weaponizing the mentally unhinged. Hand in hand they euphorically prance about the 21st century Wild Wild West of their own making. Busting such a “dance move” has rendered no venue immune from attack… be that our elementary schools, cineplexes and even our houses of worship. War zones pop up when least expected. Innocent bystanders get maimed and murdered by rampaging, seething with rage, hungry for the headlines sociopaths… gun nuts all… who, typically, possess firepower that might even turn the olive drab U.S. military a shade of envious green.

In the wake of these sieges, comes the secondary attack…namely… Trump’s on cue, target the survivors, “phoned in”, “thoughts and prayers” speech. Yet, nowhere to be found amidst his insincere rhetoric is his vow to convince his Republican congressional cronies to stand down… to stand up to the NRA… to get off their fat bureaucratic asses in order to make common sense gun control measures the law of the land.

VII. Trump’s insane nuclear ambitions have destabilized an already mentally unbalanced world. He fancies a tenfold increase in the U.S. nuclear arsenal. Another foolhardy, international arms race is sure to follow. He saber rattles via his dangerous utterances / Tweets such as “If we have nuclear weapons why can’t we use them?” AND “Any attack by Iran on anything American will be met with great and overwhelming force. In some areas, overwhelming will mean obliteration.” He has scrapped the 2015 Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action which, no yuge [sic] surprise, has resurrected Iran’s deadly nuclear ambitions. While it could be reasonably argued that Iran’s Hassan Rouhani is not mentally stable enough to have access to nuclear WMD, could not the same be said of Donald J. Trump?

VIII. Trump gleefully consorts with Klansmen and Nazis… deeming them in his own words, “very fine people”. And that is a slap on the collective face of the multiple hundreds of thousands of American troops who had so selflessly fought and died fighting against White Supremacysts [sic] during the Civil War and Nazis during WW-II. Donny unconditionally and willfully sticks up for and sucks up to his racist base. In turn, they are enraptured by his coldblooded, zero tolerance immigration policy… i.e., one which [1] barbarically targets asylum seeking Hispanic families along the U.S. / Mexico border, [2] traumatizes their youngsters by wresting them from their parents’ embracing arms and [3] warehouses them all in squalid detention centers. While that uncompromising, heartless, soulless Oval Office denizen remains impervious to the sound of the immigrant children’s anguished appeals for reunification with their mommies and daddies, we, the world’s humanitarians will forever be haunted by their anguished, heartbroken, never answered pleas for help.

To quickly review… here are my eight reasons why I cannot support your boy Trump.

Donald J. Trump is the architect of class war and nuclear war… the idolizer of Klansmen, Nazis, Putin and other tyrants… the suppressor of free speech / press / protest rights… the perpetrator of environmental ruin, heightened gun violence, misogyny and child abuse. For these reasons… and more… it is the duty of all true blue Americans to liberate the immense power of our 2020 ballots. We must usher in a restoration of decency and democracy to the Oval Office… and hope that these values will spread outward, all across America and throughout our world.

 

 

 

One Giant Leap

 

9:32 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time. That’s this day’s official blog posting time. This also precisely synchronizes with that 50 yester-years ago moment in time when the Apollo 11 Saturn-V, 1st stage, 5 Rocketdyne F-1 engines (literally) roared to life to send astronauts Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins soaring upward and into the annals of human history… their ultimate date with destiny… The Moon / Sunday, July 20, 1969.

At that meticulously mapped and scheduled space / time, Armstrong would become the first (known) human to ever set foot on the surface of another world… which had been an apogee moment / a dream fulfilled… the dream of the bold, think big, visionary: President John F. Kennedy.

Armstrong’s Tranquility Base moonwalk would begin by precisely aligning his words and deeds to take his “one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”

Regrettably, a scant three years later, small-minded and tightfisted naysayers deemed space exploration a monumental waste of time and assets… money better spent on solving our earthly problems.

Such hastily fired off, retrorocket rationale does beg the question on this auspicious day in human history…

Just what did we actually gain from the NIxonian decision to pull the plug on NASA’s manned space program? Has not that same small mindedness and tightfistedness severely crippled virtually every attempt at working towards the betterment of our society / world?

True, the Space Shuttle program did usher in a new era of human space exploration… but… that was in low Earth orbit. Our astronauts were restricted to literally running around in circles.

The same can be said about earthbound problem solvers who lack that “one giant leap” type of thinking. Seeing how our worldly woes have yet to be effectively dealt with, would you not agree this has been a half century long waste of time and money?

 

 

 

Blur’s Clear View of Real Life ~ Sunday Song Series

Our Sunday Song Series, Week #44 selection (aptly titled Sunday Sunday), features alternative rock band Blur’s 1993 musical interpretation of traditional, Sunday activities. While some might deem drawing upon a slice of real life yawn-worthy, who, among us, would not also find such a thematic “hook” relatable?

Of course, some of us will be able to free associate Blur / Beatles comparisons considering how this track features [1] a musical arrangement reminiscent of the genius and sensibilities of the late Sir George Martin and [2] a storylined, frenzied videography evocative of the late Alun Owen… the gifted, imaginative screenwriter renown for A Hard Day’s Night.

Or, are my drawn parallels broad-brushed and/or overly charitable? If so, I guess we could chalk that up to my [1] now eyeballing far more days in my rearview mirror than on the road ahead, [2] wishful thinking that time travel could take us back to those magical, mystical Beatles yesterdays and [3] belief in Quantum Theory that suggests possible crossovers into alternative timelines… i.e., to points, somewhere in the vast Multiverse, where John Lennon had never been assassinated and George Harrison had not smoked himself into an early grave… where Owen and Martin, too, now enjoy a substantially enhanced longevity.

Don’t let me be misunderstood, either. Broaching such Beatles similarities is not to, in any way, detract from Blur’s own considerable body of work, created by singer/keyboardist Damon Albarn, guitarist/singer Graham Coxon, bassist Alex James and drummer Dave Rowntree. One must never blur Blur’s own, stand on their own eight feet, noteworthy talents.

If Blur blurring Beatles boundary lines occurs unintentionally, they could hardly be faulted for being under the Fab Four’s influence. I mean… one needn’t even be a musician to experience something so unavoidable.

Even if Blur’s blending occurs by design, it would be still be Albarn, Coxon, James and Rowntree clearly paying homage to Lennon, McCartney, Harrison and Starr. And who, among us, could not wholeheartedly offer up our “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” to such a sentiment?

And while we’re on the subject, why not say, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” to our next Sunday Song, too? You are cordially invited back here… seven days from now…

 

 

 

 

Is It Too Late To “Do The Other Things”?

We’re within mere days of the 50th anniversary of Apollo 11’s Neil Armstrong taking his “one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”… thereby becoming the first (known) human to set foot on the Moon.

Not long after that astounding technological achievement, we were told that the prevailing mood throughout America had changed. In short… it had morphed into…

“Been there done that! (insert yawn) Now let’s solve problems on Earth!”

Granted, that second sentiment could be deemed a valid point. However, I’d sure as hell like to know what problems we’ve actually solved in the past half century? What about this unresolved 1 – 2 punch…

• Vying, meddling, outsider asshat leaders are hell bent on conquering the Middle East.
• Environmental damage has become so severe that, by 2050, Earth will become uninhabitable.

Of course, there is an inextricable link between those bullet-pointed, seemingly disparate issues.

That link is us. Too damned many of us are oil junkies, which leaves our leaders little choice but to risk going to war with oil-rich nations… just to secure us our “fixes”. And once we “catch that buzz” and hit the road in our gas guzzlers and heat / cool our energy inefficient homes, we’ll also be stomping our massive carbon footprints all over the Earth… trampling it to death!

Folks, that’s effing pathetic. And while what I’m about to say may sound cliche… damn it… I’ll say it anyway.

If we can put a man on the moon why the hell can’t the white dove of peace, someday, soar through Earth’s clean, clear skies… not only over the Middle East but worldwide?

Truth be told… if we had wanted it to be that way… we could’ve made it so.

The tragedy… this could’ve been “mission accomplished” decades ago. Had we applied and expanded upon that same Apollo technology and resolve, by now we could’ve been depending on a planetary network of solar energy collectors, which spew zero Carbon Dioxide.

Had that happened, today’s news headlines would not be all about little boy Trumpian aggression escalating Iranian / American hostilities and small thinking Trumpian “clean coal” nonsense and negligence precipitating environmental ruin and the destruction / death of our entire planet. But we chose to do nothing this past half century.

So, is it too late to undo the damage? Well to do so would require a visionary leader. On May 25, 1961 President John F. Kennedy said…

“We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one we intend to win, and the others, too.”

That brilliant, insightful man could even foresee applying human know-how and resolve beyond our lunar ambitions. He actually said, “do the other things”!

“DO THE OTHER THINGS!!!”

A visionary President could reread Kennedy’s words… slightly revise and positively react to set a new goal:

“We choose to pursue Clean Energy Independence in the next decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one we intend to win, and the others, too.”

So who might that new, visionary leader be? Considering DC’s political climate change ever since January 20, 2017… no names come to mind.

 

 

 

 

 

All-Inclusive or All About Trump?

 

The “jury” still seems to be out re Donald Trump’s “Salute to America” speech, delivered at the Lincoln Memorial on July 4, 2019. The contentious issues:

[1] Did Trump’s politics trump patriotism?
[2] Was Trump’s speaking event all inclusive?
[3] Was Trump’s appearance all about Trump?

Trump’s problem actually transcends his speech’s content. The far bigger issue, here, is his image. While he’d blame the “fake news” for painting an unflattering portrait of him, to properly point his finger at who’s been harming him most, he need not go any farther than the nearest mirror. Now, that wouldn’t be asking too much from a shameless narcissist, right?

Let’s talk specifics… Trump owes his very rise to power to his becoming the embodiment of political extremism. He’s an unrepentant, beyond redemption, rabid, radical, right wing ideologue. As such, no amount of spin… be it backdated to July 4th… or dated today… or postdated throughout the rest of his tomorrows… can ever freshen up the stench wafting off his politics.

Beyond that… Donny simply does not understand the true meaning of patriotism. He actually believes that nobody can love America unless they love him unconditionally… unless they pledge undying, unquestioning loyalty to him. That’s a hell of a lot for a fallible mortal to ask of anyone!

Has public servant Trump ever read / fully understood the true intent of the 1st Amendment? That’s the 45 word count, Constitutional passage, which actually serves as the backbone to genuine patriotism. It’s stipulations clearly explain how, within a democracy, people must be able to freely (without fear of retribution) criticize public servants via the spoken / written word. And should such an approach ever prove insufficient, then it becomes…

“…the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”
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Attribution: America’s Founding Fathers

Additionally… Trump’s own words and deeds (prior to and since the 4th) are what have caused him to lose his own case in the court of public opinion. In other words, he’s further proven himself the savagely political, party animal by actually selling tickets to his own speaking event. All that his deeply pocketed, elitist campaign contributors had to do was pony up hefty chunks of loot and then… come July 4th… they’d be promptly seated within an illegally cordoned off, VIP area at the LIncoln Memorial. That also meant that average Jane and Joe Americans were no longer welcome in this NORMALLY WIDE OPEN TO THE PUBLIC FORUM. Freedom to assemble? NOT! All-inclusive? Only if you’re one of Trump’s paying “customers”.

Final point… in the weeks to come, who doesn’t expect the fake prez to further politicize and exploit… to the max… his Salute to Himself speech. Donny’s TV crew will wind up splicing that raw, freebie footage (from this non-event) into soon to be unleashed, slick, alternate facts loaded, whitewashing campaign ads. All for the express purpose of morphing unpresidential, Brand-X Donny into a new and improved(?), more delectable(?), more electable(?) product!

Yecch! Yecch! Yecch! Yecch! Yecch!

Sooooo… on July 4, 2019…

[1] Did Trump’s politics trump patriotism? YES!
[2] Was Trump’s speaking event all inclusive? NO!
[3] Was Trump’s appearance all about Trump? YES!