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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in turn, could, eventually, render the
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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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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!

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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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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!

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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
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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
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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!
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The “Having It All” Good Life

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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!
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Personal Belongings: Odes to Loneliness

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What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

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From my preschool years, onward… to the very moment I’m typing this, music has freed up an overwhelming, out of this world force in my life; be my playing it passively; via turntables, tape decks, CD players and YouTube videos; be it actively in my role as a self taught, by ear, novice pianist.

Most assuredly, this marvel had become even more noteworthy after elementary and middle school bullies had top prioritized ruining my entire life and driving me out of my mind and into exile.

To survive their verbal abuse and physical attacks; I began hiding out / languishing IN MY ROOM; an experience portrayed (uncannily so) by Beach Boy composer / lyricist Brian Wilson (and his collaborators); all within their ode to devastating, heartbreaking loneliness (of that identical, above in caps, three worded, actively linked title).

In essence… most of the recording artists, of that epoch (as well as the AM/FM DJs who played their songs), had become my surrogate friends. Hell, the vinyl 45s and LPs, themselves, were fully capable of morphing into disembodied companions, “who” I could easily visit via my turntable.

What all of that had taught me is how listening to music can evoke and energize my memories / emotions so powerfully that it’s almost like stepping into a time machine; where intense flashbacks of each, past temporal destination enable my ability to re-experience my past; with such realism (surrealism?) that even the most joyous lyrics, upbeat scores can cause tears to well up in my eyes; tears of sadness re the bullying; tears of joy re the way I was (effectively?) coping with all that crap.

As a more contemporary footnote…. many of us, now find ourselves horrified by empowered bullies (aka) “our” loco national, state and local leaders; authoritarians hellbent on going on anti-woke, goose stepping rampages.

Their heinous mission, to ban, even burn all honorably, honestly authored books; you know, the type of literature that can readily expose them as the fascistic, psychotic ignoraNuses (<— not a typo) who they absolutely are.

Undoubtedly… if it’s not already high on these bastards’ shit list / Hit List, their next targeted woke” items will be the Hit Parade. For those, who always go online, to listen to, perhaps even dance to their fave music, once despotism rears its butt ugly head, they can expect their cherished “libraries” to suddenly, stunningly disappear; as within the very nanosecond that it’d take to Hit the Interwebs Kill Switch!

Ergo, for anyone, who may be of the same mindset as mine, you’ll, undoubtedly, now be doing the utmost to protect your own hard copy record library; feel as passionate a loyalty to your preserved on vinyl and compact disc fave recordings as you feel for your fave flesh and blood friends.

In wrapping up this post… I do know my final proclamation will be no exaggeration; namely…

  • Music has always been there to save my life; and will continue to do so; till the day I inhale my last gasp of sweet oxygen.
  • Hence, my entire music library tops the short list of my most prized, dearest personal belongings.

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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:

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Collectables’ Deeper Meanings

Daily writing prompt
Do you have any collections?

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Ever since a totally dedicated, elementary school 2nd grade mentor’s lectures had introduced her protégés to stamp and coin collecting, it’d be fair to classify me as, both, a philatelist and numismatist (tho my zeal gravitates more towards that latter “brand”).

Anyway. it didn’t take long for me to realize that there’s far more depth to such avocations than robotically filling in the empty stamp / coin albums.

Along for “the ride”, (especially for stamps of the commemorative variety), came the inevitable, accompaniment of the life enriching, history lessons; namely, the answers to these Qs…

  • WHO were these honorable people?
  • WHAT did they do to establish their legacies?
  • WHERE did they make their stand?
  • WHEN did these events all go down?
  • WHY were they worthy of veneration?

Hmm… it’d be fair to add, here, that our approaching life from that Who – What – Where – When – Why perspective, can also aid and abet one’s journalistic and blogging pursuits. Indeed, The 5 W;s can also hone the fine art of critical thinking.

Don’t get me wrong… the collecting, itself, does have its thrilling moments, too; especially upon the sudden, seemingly miraculous discovery that oh… say… some random letter poster and cashier has just provided you the very item that’ll help fill in (perhaps even complete) a particular album.

Also worthy of mention is that, well beyond my bygone instructor’s lectures, came a far more valuable life lesson; namely, that patience is a virtue. Throughout most of my life, I had plenty of opportunities to put into practice, precisely what that preaches; be it in the context of these hobbies; be it within other aspects of said life. Re the former, check out the following, Washington DC, Congressional Act particulars…

“Launched in 1999, the 50 State Quarters Program was a 10-year initiative that honored each of the 50 states. The U.S. Mint issued five new quarters each year in the order that the states ratified the Constitution or were admitted into the Union.”

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It took until early 2017 (9 long years following the 2008 conclusion to that mint run) before a random, supermarket cashier had, at long last, provided (the patiently waiting) me the very last coin I had needed; i.e., the Alaska quarter with the Denver mint mark.

Bigger issue irony abounds… My oft admiration of these neatly booked, GLEAMING statehood coins… ALAS … insert my long exasperated sigh… does showcase quite the damning, DISMAL paradox; namely how this very album’s unity gets pitted against the stark, Stateside, polarized political reality; all of which demands my duly castigating the Trumpian / MAGA movement’s wretched agenda and it’s primary spokesperson. And considering how this is all tantamount to MAGA’s deplorable dog and pony show / putrid performance art, we can refer to that culprit as a spokesmodel, too.

Anyway, check out the damning Tweet of a damnable, detestable, Anti-American, traitorous twit…

“We need a national divorce. We need to separate by red states and blue states and shrink the federal government,” Everyone I talk to says this. From the sick and disgusting woke culture issues shoved down our throats to the Democrat’s traitorous America Last policies, we are done.”

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Check out the actual etymology too…

twit (n.) “foolish, stupid and ineffectual person,” 1934, British slang, popular 1950s-60s, crossed over to U.S. with British sitcoms. It probably developed from twit (v.) in the sense of “reproach,” but it may be influenced by nitwit.

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Of course, even such a complete definition cannot even begin to fully describe the folly and lunacy of twit, Ms. Greene; her above hissyfit; not to mention, the endlessly growing slew of her other, nearly daily, whiny, screechy screeds.

Well now… all of that pretty much sums up just two of my collections. Also noteworthy is my vast vinyl and CD music library. However I’ll be saving those particulars for another blog… another day…

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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!
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A To Die For Legacy

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What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

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Within our home world / the real world… where this everyday mortal has been “hanging his hat” throughout the bulk of his lifetime, I’ve been willing to accept how the establishment of any lasting legacy; my leaving any indelible mark on said world, will not be something that’ll come effortlessly; perhaps, may never materialize at all.

And while I do believe I possess the requisite aptitude and attitude to, someday, somehow, manage to do so, well, to be brutally honest, I could never consider myself to be in the same league as humanity’s time honored, eminent intellectuals, philosophers, educators, academicians, authors, advocates, environmentalists, physicians, scientists, architects, artisans, artists, musicians, et al.

To name names… within this nowhere near complete roster, consider the enormity and eternity of the heroic, selfless contributions made by Susan B. Anthony, Rosa Parks, Margaret Sanger, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King Jr., John F. Kennedy, et al; their far-flung accomplishments which have led towards the betterment of our human family.

Yet, there may still be a glimmer of hope (for legacy building). You see, ever since the Internet’s inception, everyday people have discovered how exciting new paths have opened up for us to travel.

Even so, as far as this unassuming, Interwebs dweller is concerned, whether or not any of my accomplishment are of any intrinsic value to humankind, even remotely legacy-worthy, is not up to me to determine.

Let’s just say that… upon my leaving the land of the living, I’ll be leaving that entirely up to the jury of my own peers. Should this issue even arise, let ’em peer review me; determine whether or not any of my labors might be deemed extraordinary, groundbreaking, important, impressive, interesting, memorable, newsworthy, noteable, outstanding, remarkable, significant, special, striking, unique, unprecedented, unusual or, far more aptly, bloggable.

And, you know what? I will be setting aside my humble nature; to fess up (for just a fleeting moment), that out of that entire, lengthy list of synonyms, I believe the most apropos entry to describe moi is bloggable.

I’d really like to believe that, at the very least, my standard, pandemic era post ending; my mask up health advisory just may have motivated one of my subscribers, or, perhaps, even one reader, who just happened by?

If any of that’s true, that does open up the possibility that I may have even saved someone’s life!

And you know what? That’s precisely the sort of legacy that I’d be happy to live with… hopefully… thru eternity.

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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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