The Power of 1

 

Is it possible for 1 person to effect positive, widespread, enduring, societal change?

Maybe even save humanity, itself?

If yes, how difficult an endeavor would it be?

Well, my blogging compatriots, we do stand upon a sturdy global platform. Here, @WordPress, alone, we are 60 million strong! What I’m about to propose would be quite EZ, too. So, why not give it a whirl? To e.g. that…

I end most of my posts with…

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

IF that 1, mere message were to win over… oh… say… 1 reader… just 1 reader… convince her/him to consistently conform to these life saving pandemic protocols…

THEN, (s)he’d represent 1 life saved.

Naturally, once we factor in how that 1 person would remain uninfected and, as such, not be infecting others… who’d be infecting others… who’d be infecting others… well you get the idea.

By now, most of us know about the alarming ease of COVID-19 transmission. With that in mind, it’d not be an overstatement to claim that 1 blogger… just 1 blogger… opening the mind of 1 person… just 1 person… could save tens of thousands of lives… and more to the point…

We could help end 1 helluva pain in the ass pandemic!

My recommendation… regardless of what blogging platform we stand upon… each time we post… and in a manner consistent to each of our blogging styles… let’s all promote pandemic safety protocols.

Let’s hope our 1, unified message can spread, worldwide, faster than COVID-19.

At the risk of repeating myself…

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Heartfelt Thanks and Gratitude

 

I’d like to warmly welcome and sincerely thank the 60+ new WordPress bloggers / readers, who’ve deemed my content worthy of following, since the dawn of 2020. My apologies for not acknowledging you, individually… in a more timely manner.

However… there are ongoing, extenuating circumstances.

Were my ISP any more behind the times, they’d still be offering up dial-up… maybe even rotary dial telephones (actually my cellar’s phone is still such a model). They must’ve totally forgotten what their acronym’s middle letter stands for, too.

In all likelihood, their greedy CEO has pocketed more than his fair share of the profits, leaving little green to upgrade the infrastructure. Consequently, this blogger gets bogged down, daily, by tech woes, which no techies can solve (and I have sought out their help).

All of which negatively impacts my WordPress experience… thusly…

• Losing connection multiple times whenever I try to publish. This very afternoon I was offline for six freakin’ hours! My M.O. to work around this frustrating situation involves composing within word documents and then… during fleeting moments of connectivity… before my router’s red light flashes back on… frantically copying and pasting the content to this platform.

• When visiting your sites, I oft experience slow / incomplete loading (even minus the “Like” buttons) and posting comments / compliments proves iffy.

I have considered seeking ISP competitors… however… against the backdrop of the sickening, raging pandemic, justifiable civil unrest and reprehensible, impending Fascist overthrow of America… I find myself asking…

Of what Earthly use would a reliable Internet connection be, were that oval office autocrat to flip the Internet “kill switch” and/or march even more of his goosestepping goon squads down Main Street U.S.A. and/or allow his BFF, Corona-V, to bury whatever remains of humanity?

But, let’s end this post on a more positive note…

My gratitude to all 400+ of you, who follow / deem my content worthy of your precious time.

 

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then Profanity It Shall Be

 

For the first four years of blogging here, @WordPress, I’ve managed to pretty much steer clear of profane language or, at the very least, to sub in clever, reasonable facsimiles thereof… e.g. asshat / a-hole… WTF / effing / F’d up / mucked up… $#!+ / give a $#!+…. and spoonerisms such as “shive a git” and “fit hits the shan”, etc.

Keeping it reasonably clean has been more about maintaining a family friendly site than a reflection of who I really am. In other words, when sufficiently outraged, my offline barrage of choice words (both uttered and written) has been known to rival, if not exceed, the salty language unleashed by the proverbial sailor/salt and truck driver.

The rationale for my long overdue revision of my self-imposed, no profanity policy, is inexorably linked to humankind’s exponentially worsening (by the hour and minute), multiple societal crises. And sans any doubt, our downfall is deeply rooted in rotten Donald J. Trump’s rise to power. Worse yet, we oft witness other leaders of his ilk, worldwide, plagiarizing his wretched words and aping his deplorable deeds whenever, they too, devolve before our very eyes and ears.

Fleshing that out, our society is currently being plagued by a trifecta of catastrophes… namely… [1] the spread of COVID-19, [2] the eons old, cancerous growth of systemic racism and [3] metastasizing Fascism.

And now that these reprehensible leaders have gleefully (sadistically?) sent our human family careening / fast tracking towards endangered species territory, if not extinction, I ask…

What the fuck is so family friendly about any of that evil shit, huh? Is that not the far worse obscenity?

It goes without saying that swearing does lose much of its impact when used excessively / gratuitously. And while ugly times and vulgar leaders do warrant foul language, my use of profanity will be sparing. In other words, IF the topic is profanity appropriate, THEN profanity it shall be.

 

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

RU a Groggy Blogger, too?

No yuge surprise, I’ve not been sleeping well ever since Hillary Clinton’s Election Night, 2016 concession speech; ever since Donald J. Trump placed his dainty hand on the Bible to take his Oath of Office; ever since that fake prez began laying waste to the U.S. Constitution, morality, equality, civility, the environment, etc.; ever since Donald’s pandemic has drastically complicated even the simplest of in-public tasks.

However, this post will be more medically than politically oriented.

I’d like to remind everyone that, to stay healthy in mind and body, we must get 8 hours of sleep each night. Not being alert can lead to problems great and small.

Speaking of small, let’s rehash a post, which this groggy blogger had published, all across the WWW, yesterday… a post I believed I had proofread to perfection. Well, after taking a nap, I reread it and was shocked that I had used “their” instead of “there” within the phrase, “Are we their yet?”

Worse yet, I had copied and pasted that very error THREE additional times!

At first, I chuckled and muttered, “OMG how the Hell did I ever miss THAT?

But, then I started to consider the potentially serious side of sleep deficits.

Sure, groggy blogging only damages one’s credibility, but what if you’re a groggy nuclear power plant operator or brain surgeon… or a groggy motorist cruising down a heavily traveled, major thoroughfare?

In other words…

Hey everybody! Get 8 hours of sleep every night!

 

 

 

 

 

Thank You!

 

My gratitude to you, the WordPress Crew, for providing this blogger both the platform and opportunity to express myself for the past 4+ years; for your meticulous record-keeping re the analytics and your dispatching such data, virtually, at the speed of light.

I’d especially like to thank you, the good people, the 401 followers and the countless visitors of this site, who deem my written and audiovisual content worthy of your precious time. Were it not for you, my posts would be little more than online word documents, and as such, I probably would not have posted more than once per month, if even that.

Beyond that, I’m appreciative, too, for our virtual togetherness during this global pandemic, which not only helps mitigate the spread of that godforsaken pathogen but also helps mitigate our feelings of isolation.

Stay Safe! Stay Home! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Postmortem of the Post Entitled “HELP!”

Intriguing how a blog entitled “HELP!”, which hit the www 9 hours ago, has netted a scant 2 VIEWS and 1 LIKE. One would think that an effort to further expose a Fascist’s machinations / intrigue… i.e. his ongoing overthrow of the very nation he took an oath to preserve, protect and defend… would attract, at least, a couple more onlookers?

• Might such an outcome indicate that the Absolute Dictator, in question, has Absolutely NOTHING to worry about?

If so, my homeland’s people have MUCH to fear and worry about!

• Maybe fear accounts for the blogosphere’s roaring silence?

Granted, the actual original blog’s content is not LIKE-able. Even so, one would think folks would LIKE the attempt to dispatch a MAYDAY! MAYDAY! MAYDAY! message across the www.

• Might the world’s freedom loving masses’ silence be akin to this reminder to us / the U.S.?

“When an absolute asshole abuses power, you can expect him to drop his drawers, squat and take a dump. So, don’t come whining to us! You broke your damned nation! You fix it!”

• Obviously, the obscurity of this website, for the most part, is to blame.

Most assuredly, that’s my fault, not yours! Beyond that, I’ve not been sitting here for the past 4+ years deluding myself into believing that much of what I’ve been saying means much of anything to anyone. BTW, that’s my Reality Check… NOT my cue to the tiny violins to add a woe is me soundtrack to this post.

RE the lack of response to “HELP” and the anticipated similar reaction to this follow up Post Mortem post:

• Bitter I am not. Beleaguered would be a more apt term.

If (IF?) the feared overthrow has actually arrived, those who fail to fall in line will incur that cur’s wrath and can expect retribution. Under such grim circumstances, I would not expect to be blogging much longer. Needless to say…

• Dead men do not blog.

• On the bright side, such a death would liberate me from an insufferable autocrat’s Hell on Earth.

BTW, that aforementioned Fascist Bastard is the one who’s ISO mindless praise… not I.

In parting… I take this opportunity to remind all of the liberated people, who may still remain in the world…

• Take a lesson from the once great America… the America now in ruins. Never take anything for granted. In the days ahead, in all of your words and deeds… please… guard sweet freedom with your very lives! Life without Liberty is not Life at all.

One of America’s Founding Fathers, Patrick Henry, summed it up best…

“Give me liberty, or give me death!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last Sunday’s Brainteaser Solution

 

Two days ago, I challenged my socially isolating compatriots (who might be ISO new ways to help wile away the hours) to decode an encrypted adage. As promised, here’s the solution:

 

If a Priest prefers to preach to pews packed with people, while
a powerful pathogen precipitates and perpetuates a pandemic,
to prevent a premature powwow with Pearly Gatekeeper Peter,
the parishioners should promptly Put the Pastor out to Pasture!

 

So, did anyone attempt to solve it? If so, did you succeed?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Four Years (So Far)

01/21/16 was my moving day into the WordPress neighborhood.  I no sooner published my first blog than I trashed it and logged out… not to return until 03/03/16, when I posted my second first blog.

That’s why I’m celebrating my 4th Anniversary today.

My eternal appreciation to WordPress (for providing the platform) and to you (for deeming my posts worthy of your attention). 

 

 

 

 

My Holiday Posting Plans…

 

Having caught the blogging bug way back in June ’06 (over @Tom Anderson’s MySpace), the only reasons for my not being @WordPress on Christmas Eve / Day, would be [1] tech woes, [2] Orwellian detention, [3] debilitation [4] sudden death.

However, owing to my [1] deference due the Caretaker of the Cosmos, [2] my reverence for the ancient account of Mary and Joseph’s whereabouts / un-stable lodgings on (or around) December 24th and 25th and [3] their purportedly pivotal roles regarding the Blessed Event of any Millennium

I hereby proclaim that throughout tomorrow and Wednesday, I’ll be refraining from posting new political content… especially stuff which dwells on the duly disgraced Donny. Oh, I might make an exception if (IF?) he doth something inordinately deplorable and/or dense… i.e., if there’s a tale to tell, which could not possibly “keep” until the 26th.

But… oh… what a wonderful world it would be if, during those same 48 hours, the White House Whiner-In-Chief would refrain from posting political content, too!

Maybe if we hope / pray really hard…

• Trump’s Tweets will not exceed his from the heart (what heart?) “Merry Christmas”… i.e., the very phrase he insists that even non-Christians wish each other.

• Donny will finally spend some quality time to actually get better acquainted with his nuclear family. Hmm… how is it that I can practically envision his spouse and offspring needing to wear those stickers that say, “Hello… my name is ____________!“

So, what would be their chances for a genuine, wholesome, family reunion… ala Currier and Ives… one that the guru of gracious living, Martha Stewart, would endorse?

Alas… to keep this all real, some families are so dysfunctional they ARE beyond repair.

Hmm… perhaps an intervention could do the trick… oh… say… courtesy of a Dickensonian trio of ghosts?