Genesis 36:129? Huh? Say What?

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“When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be”

Songsmiths: Paul McCartney / John Lennon [Full Lyrics Here]
Owing to John’s agnostic politics, it would be fair to note how
Let It Be’s sentiments have a distinctive Sir Paul quality to ’em.
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Throughout my nearly seven decades, I’ve relied on the Soundtrack of my Life‘s selections to ease me thru my own times of trouble; be these playbacks, PASSIVELY, via vinyl 45s / LPs / half-speed masters, analog / digital cassettes, minidiscs, CDs, I-tunes, VHS / DVD film scores; be they, ACTIVELY, via my piano keyboards.

And, btw, to the best of my knowledge, my post’s headlined numerical notation appears in no known version of any Bible; and, with good reason, too. When typed out more correctly / completely, SD 36 – 129 has a decidedly secular spin; for it then becomes the official catalog number for A Trick of the Tail; the vinyl album released on 20 February 1976 by the Phil Collins fronted, art / progressive rock group, Genesis.

No sooner had I added this pièce de résistance to my record library on 28 May 1976 than I discovered how easily one could become mesmerized by Tony Banks’ CALMATIVE, compelling synth strings; how taking this disc out on its first spin and attaining the speed of sound fully revealed this keyboardist, extraordinaire’s penchant for drifting off into entrancing, instrumental, unabridged bridges; involving 3 out of Trick’s 8 tracks; namely: Entangled / Mad Mad Moon / Ripples.

Considering how, I’m no stranger to those times of trouble (the particulars to follow momentarily), this is why I had made Trick my go-to album to cop that CALMATIVE effect. Indeed, so powerful was/is this effect that one would almost expect raiding narcs, with search / arrest warrants in one hand, drawn guns in the other, busting down the door and bursting thru the splintered frame; bleating out in unison, “FREEZE!” Guess CALMATIVE can only go so far, eh?

Anyway, it’s that Moon selection, in particular, that still inspires entire album playbacks; oft synchronized with the fullest of the lunar phases. Post twilight time is when I’ll shut down all artificial lighting; making the streaming down moonbeams, filtering thru the sheer, gently swaying in the breeze, curtains, the only light I’ll see.

Well, as promised, let’s now take a moment to flesh out my times of trouble…

In the beginning… that all followed an honest self-reevaluation of my prospects for ever landing a radio station / DJ gig. Alas, assessing my chances at slim-to-none, certainly did seem incongruous, too, considering how, one scant spring earlier, at the completion of my Junior College studies, I had accrued a 4.00 GPA; even experienced the Graduation Day pomp and circumstance, where Da Dean shook my hand, handed off my Associates Degree in Broadcast Arts, and promptly shoved me onto the real world stage; to either sing… or sink.

Suffice to say, that “sink” did necessitate trading off variety for monotony; forsaking the creation of cheery audio art for the retail cash register’s dreary racket; sorta reminiscent of R2-D2-esque beeps.

In the here and now… I’ve discovered how most of my bygone disappointments have paled in comparison TO / in the wake OF the yet to be resolved (perhaps impossible to resolve) multiple disasters; such ecological, microbial, ideological and sociopolitical / socioeconomic catastrophes all playing out, concurrently and unchecked, in real time.

Needless to say, I’ve not been awaiting the full moon’s arrival to frequently revisit Genesis 36:129.

My recommendation to all, who may be feeling similarly troubled, DO seek out your own CALMATIVE effect. Embarking on such a life journey is totally possible; wherever your own head, heart and musical tastes may lead you.

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Memorial Day (Catch) 22

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Good citizens need not even near a savvy, savant status
in order to achieve the true blue spirit of Memorial Day.
Honestly educated, everyday Janes and Joes are able to
venerate valiant Americans who, throughout our nearly
2½ century history, selflessly served their country as the
sentinels and saviors of disciplined democracy, essential
liberty and basic happiness; soldiers who, in a heartbeat,
were always ready, willing and able to make the ultimate
sacrifice on behalf of their contemporaries and posterity!
Ironic, how this spirit of inclusion even extends outward
to ignorant, ignoble ingrates; e.g. today’s MAGA maniacs,
who utterly fail to savor Genuine America’s robust flavor;
savages who only feel ferocious fealty for their false god;
his sole, soulless intent: To trump Freedom with Fascism.

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in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
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Must See TYT’s Ana and Cenk

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Mere days ago, within gun sick America (insert my long, anguished, exasperated sigh), yet, another mass murderer reared his ugly head. That firearm toting freak ran amok in Uvalde, Texas; set his site on Robb Elementary School and went on a maiming and murdering rampage.

The (yet to be finalized) grim, Death Toll: 21 children and 2 adults

Yet to be reported is the number of wounded. However, what could count even more, is how humane humans, spanning that entire community / battlefield, have now wound up with lifelong, PTSD magnitude, psychological wounds.

While, instinctively, my compassion strongly motivates me to offer up thoughts and prayers to the survivors, intellectually, I know better.

What good would this really do? For starters, an obscure blogger’s words have little to no chance of ever being read by the grieving heartbroken; and, more to the point, I, alone, cannot expect to ever put an end to all of the inevitable, impending attacks; let alone, single-handedly, usher in an enduring civil society.

For America to evolve in that manner, would require courageous, conscientious leaders and legislators, who prioritize the protection of human life over the preservation of their rank, coveted. A+ NRA (National Rifle Association) ranking.

Alas, the long absent, much needed, courageous, conscientious politicians, if not already extinct, certainly do top off the endangered species list.

Regrettably, what we’ve got, instead, are the monstrosities, who value an imbued with excessive power life, over life, itself; who, down to the very core of their rotting souls, adamantly believe political immortality and immorality walk hand-in-hand.

Fortunately, still in existence are the courageous, conscientious political commentators, such as The Young Turks‘ (TYT), Ana Kasparian and Cenk Uygur. On nearly a daily basis, this dynamic duo posts YouTube content; presides over no BS discourse, which, far more dramatically, can flesh out my above talking points.

HOWEVER, still in play is the matter of maintaining my YouTube boycott (backdating to January 1, 2021. This means that I won’t be WP showcasing this clip.

Yet, seeing how Americans, indeed, freedom lovers, worldwide, could benefit from tapping into that vid’s passion (in particular Cenk’s), in this rare instance, I find it necessary to grant special dispensation.

Hence, we’re hereby linked to that very vid, OFFSITE.

Now, in the event that anyone may be interested, my beef with YouTube centers upon the slew of moneygrubber, muckety-mucks who, think nothing over routinely, platforming fascistic, sociopathic, lying, armed to the teeth, insurrectionist Trumper Republicans; the YouTube powers-that-be claiming they do so for the sake of preserving freedom of speech.

The glaring conundrum: by mainstreaming / normalizing such hardcore righties, they wind up grooming each and every gullible consumer-viewer of Trumper garbage; i.e., end up lulling these severely misled misfits into blind acceptance of fascists, sociopaths, liars, shooters and insurrectionists.

And IF/WHEN that sorta fit-hits-the-shan, folks, that’ll be the downfall of America and our Constitution; ironically, inclusive of that document’s 1st Amendment, Free Speech Rights / Guarantees.

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Be people vaxxed or unvaxxed, we
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Fortune Cookie Blog: Too Much To Ask?

Pandemic 101 Wisdom cannot be stated enough! Hence, this common sense recap…

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PLEASE prove you really care about humankind by heeding this
easy as pie, cover your nostrils/piehole; plus shelter ADVISORY:
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3 R’s

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Let’s hoist high, our doled out, stiff libations
Voice doleful toast: “To the worldwide ghost nations.”
Where profligates promulgate fascistic reigns
Where proles can’t produce any tautly pulled reins
Where liberty / life drown in storms’ driving rains

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Be people vaxxed or unvaxxed, we
can still shed ‘n’ spread the batcrap
crazy contagious Corona-V; which,
in turn, generates new variants ‘n’
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Hence, this easy as pie, cover your
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The Great American Stink-Out!

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Seeing how, Stateside, the two-party political juggernaut chronically churns out corporately owned and operated, ragged, non-rugged Prez Wannabes, come the 2024 election cycle, we can count on catching, YET, another whiff of… TA DA…

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Fusty Musty Donald J. Trump v. Old Spice(less) Joe Biden

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Here’s the rub. Biden has yet to fully grasp the severity of the hardcore, Trumper Republicans’ lopsided political playing field; aka their malodorous War on Democracy; their anti-American conspiracy, which absolutely reeks of extreme, unconstitutional, voter suppression laws and egregiously gerrymandered districts.

As such, naïve Biden has lulled himself into the false impression that ALL HE NEED DO is merely air out his stale, “I’m NOT Trump!” campaign motto / mantra and that’ll do what? Snag him a second term?

Sorry to say, Joe IS already miscasting his upcoming, political race in Aesopian terms; i.e., Biden in the role of the svelte, speedy Hare; Trump in the role of the roly-poly, lumbering Tortoise. And the Hare is likely in for a rude awakening. How so?

Well, according to Aesop…

“The story concerns a Hare who ridicules a slow-moving Tortoise. Tired of the Hare’s arrogant behaviour, the Tortoise challenges him to a race. The hare soon leaves the tortoise behind and, confident of winning, takes a nap midway through the race. When the Hare awakes, however, he finds that his competitor, crawling slowly but steadily, has arrived before him.”

Wikipedia Essay [Read More Here]
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Applying a Poli-Sci spin to Aesop…

Come November 2024, Hare Biden’s 2020 supporters will EITHER vote for less electable, 3rd and 4th party presidential wannabes, OR leave blank their ballots’ presidential section, OR not show up at the polls AT ALL; hence Tortoise Trump’s Electoral College victory and the defeat / demise of Ecology, Democracy, Liberty, Literacy and Civility.

Truth be told, President Biden desperately needs an unconventional, highly inventive, campaign manager; a person who could far better articulate dedicated, Anti-Trump / Anti-Fascism messaging; PLUS orchestrate a modicum of mischief. In that dual capacity, I just might prove Joe’s go-to guy.

Here’s the skinny. My game plan draws upon basic, postpubescent biochemistry. You see, nearly all adults are well-armed to most effectively present our Trump Trump / Dump Trump rationale / sentiments; even better, in our down to the nitty-gritty, pitty manner. Actually, in this instance, it’d be better to be underarmed.

Ahem, ahem, what I’m proposing, here, is (a drum roll please)…

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The Great American Stink-Out!

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The onset of our olfactory onslaught would focus on consistently, attending Trump rallies; i.e., PUBLICLY baring arms… uh… our underarms… our unwashed, no applied deodorant / antiperspirant pits. And, just to ensure everything “ripens” to perfection, a mandatory shaving moratorium also needs to be in effect for the duration. Now, here’s where this really, Really, REALLY GETS GOOD! As we all know, the way Ma Nature has designed us, the more passionate we feel about matters, the more we sweat and the more we stink!

Our concerted efforts to curl nose hairs would run the entire 2024 election cycle; from its earliest days all the way up to the close of the Election Day polls. We’d be targeting, in particular, the climate change intensified, sweltering, summertime heatwaves to peaceably protest outside the Republican National Convention venue; with all of our bared arms raised skyward.

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Yep, we’d all be literally Stinkin’ to High Heaven!

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Naturally, we’d need to reassure all prepubescents, who, understandably so, would be feeling a tad left out of all of our funky fun. Not to worry, kiddies, you can always raid your elders’ dirty clothes hampers to snag the requisite, pre-stinked T-shirts. Even if they prove a bit oversized, they could always be repurposed as capes OR (once nailed to a dowel) waved about like flags.

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Now, that’s what I’d brand as the e-PIT-ome of patriotism!

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And, just to make damned sure that each and every MAGA Maggot / Moron we’d meet can totally grasp the true blue meaning of our odor, we’d need to silkscreen emblazon our T-shirts with the message:

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Ya think I stink bad?
Trump’s Fascist Stench
will be the Absolute Pits!

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Wading Thru Roe v. Wade’s Deep End

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Preface: The original, official WP Time Stamp:
CommonSenseTom 12:31 pm on May 8, 2019
3-fold motivation to reblog my 3-year-old post:

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• The May 3, 2022 leaking of Supreme… correction… Extreme Court Justice Samuel Alito’s rough draft; one that virtually vows to run roughshod over Women’s Rights; i.e., by overturning the Supreme Court’s, 1973 Roe v. Wade decision, which had legalized abortion. Beyond that, now that Alito’s views are in the public domain, among his five conservative bench-mates, who’d ever feel free to possibly mitigate their colleague’s hardcore harangue; perhaps present their own dissent?
• While I steadfastly believe in gender equality / women’s rights; maintain that misogynistic, big government control freaks have absolutely NO RIGHT to intrude in the procreative process (one of the most personal issues conceivable); NO RIGHT to insist every pregnant person gets left holding the (unwanted) baby; that I, myself, have NO RIGHT to impose my own life-begins-at-conception belief upon anybody else, NONETHELESS, I cannot help but wonder how we ever wound up with a society that, apparently, doesn’t give a F about parenthood?*
• Seeing how I don’t have all the answers to such a complex issue, I am interested in your thoughts; perhaps reactions to my past post, “The Right To Choose: An Evolution? A Revolution?” as well as any other articles / videos you’ve read / viewed? Let’s meet up, BACK HERE, to start and sustain an intelligent, courteous, comment section thread.

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*BTW, I’m not excluding myself from my own societal critique; tho my (from age 12 onward) opt-out from parenthood is deeply rooted in my ongoing ecological, ideological and socioeconomical misgivings; belief that our world is unfit for human habitation.

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Folks’ F’d Fate (Poetic Acrostic)

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Fragile Earth moldering diurnally; environmentally
Untold (f)lawmakers legislating; unconstitutionally
Coronavirus variants sickening slaying; microbially
Killer sociopath Putin dying to blow up; atomically
Expletive laced acrostic spelling our fate; vertically
Downward fallen curtains; End of Earth; eventually

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Fallen Curtains

Total Eclipse’s Total Eclipse

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It was within this past Sunday evening’s waning hours when our Universal Overseer aligned, to perfection, our inner solar system’s essential spheres; namely, the Sun, Earth and Moon; thereby (at least in theory) presenting astronomers (accomplished and amateur, alike), one of the few, awe inspiring delights still remaining in modern life.

Alas (as usual), all did not go well for all of us Michiganders. At the most inopportune moment, storm clouds rolled in, start to finish, to totally eclipse this total lunar eclipse.

In other words… the literal clouds; the metaphorical “fallen curtains” had overruled; ruined all our fun.

While most dedicated sky watchers are left little choice but to take, in stride, such dismal celestial washouts, it’s my contention that Great Lakes Staters, such as moi, have been forced to weather far more than our share of the absolutely, disproportionate levels of disappointment.

Such is our sorry “lot” in life (both in the cartographical / geographical and metaphorical sense).

The grand scheme’s far less stellar elements can and do come into play, too; e.g., lifelong occupational and financial disadvantages that still continue to bog down my homeland’s and home state’s citizenry; this all piling on additional disproportionate levels of our shared disappointment. Once again, fallen curtains syndrome.

Yet another relevant to this discourse aspect revolves around one’s relative position on life’s road; in my own case, the nearly seventy Earth orbits behind me along with the expectant, tagging along, alarmingly fewer “laps” before me. Yep, once we reach the onset of “aging out” within society, an entirely unique, awareness heightening perspective kicks in; summed up best as yet, another example of our bearing witness to the fallen curtains.

Consider, too, the looming, far deeper levels of disproportionate disappointment, which our dystopian “leaders” are ignorantly and/or intentionally leaving unchallenged and unchecked.

As I type and you read these very words, these autocrats are allowing humankind’s Final Act to practically author itself. It’s tough NOT to view our collective presence upon the world stage as all but over; such an ill-fate seemingly, already hammered and chiseled into our communal tombstone; all but awaiting those final fallen curtains.

The detailed rundown to The End…

Fragile Earth moldering diurnally; environmentally
Untold (f)lawmakers legislating; unconstitutionally
Coronavirus variants sickening slaying; microbially
Killer sociopath Putin dying to blow up; atomically
Expletive laced acrostic spelling our fate; vertically
Downward fallen curtains; End of Earth; eventually

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Hares’ Heirs’ Hairs

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I cannot help but notice… whenever I happen upon the Hare Family, unexpectedly, my next door neighbors seldom act in a skittish manner.

Just yesterday, with sundown heralding my yard chores’ quitting time, whilst in the (literal) thick of my weed whacking; i.e., my full throttling that device (absolutely cranking out some serious decibels), none of my ferocious racket had proven sufficiently hair-raising to the adorable hare I had happened upon. Nope, I hadn’t “turned a hair” (as it were) at all!

I cannot help but wonder… can hares intellectually and/or instinctively differentiate friend from foe?

After all, a friend, such as moi, would never harm one hair on a hare!

And for that matter… factoring in how we’ve all been enjoying peaceful co-existence for untold generations (theirs; they’re the prolific ones), same goes for how…

I would never harm hares’ heirs’ hairs!

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