“Lost Dogs” Blogs? Woof? Woof? Woof?

Check out these fun facts re our very own blogging community!

“Every second, close to 6 (the actual figure is 5.7) new posts are published on WordPress.com blogs. That averages out to 342 posts per minute. Just above 20,000 per day. And a grand total of 7.49 million annually.”

Now, just imagine how easy it would be for an author’s work to get lost in that blizzard of blogs. Well… most of us don’t even have to imagine.

The music world has dealt with similar issues, i.e. songs that aren’t getting the attention they deserve; e.g., 13 years ago, Pearl Jam packaged their musical rarities and B-sides into a double CD titled “Lost Dogs” (EK 90778 & EK 90779 ©2003).

And just as PJ did… I now package my postings into this “Lost Dogs” Blog.

That said, my main topic this day is not music. That’s because on Tuesday Nights @6 p.m. the weekly, WordPress Party blows the roof off the blogosphere! Folks, this bash is BYOB… Bring Your Own Blogs… and when I ring that front door doorbell with my elbow, that means I’m not coming to this blow out empty handed.

Hopefully my ideas will go to your head / get a good buzz going… with no hangover in the morning… that I guarantee! Nope… no “hair of the dog that bit you” home remedies will be needed! Keeping all of that in mind… maybe you’ll help unbury / dig out a few of my “Lost Dogs” Blogs? Perhaps even dig what I have to say? If you wish to have your say… I can dig that, too… my comment boxes are standing by… mostly empty.

Bullying: Gateway “Drug” To Terrorism

A Parable

A Tale Of Two Timelines (Part I)

The Sect, Sex and Skin We’re In

“Dirty” Limericks re Donald Trump

Going To California… in my mind (Pt. 1)


A Parable

Once upon a time, there lived a brash, young Robin, who lived to assert his territorial dominance. That innate disposition was put to the test one sunny, mild, spring morning. As he perched on a budding lilac branch, swaying in the gentle breeze, he happened to notice another robin, also sitting on a nearby, budding lilac branch.

Flapping his wings and speaking in (what else?) fluent robin, he angrily tweeted, “How dare you invade my territory!” But the other bird simply appeared to silently mock his threatening gestures; in no other way did he respond to his scolding. So fueled by his aggression, Robin swooped in to make “the kill” never once noticing how he was attacking his own reflection in a garage windowpane.

In an attempt to end the bitter hostility, a Human came rushing out of his house, arms waving in the air. The Robin flew away, albeit, his retreat only momentary. As soon as the Human went back inside, the fierce battle of the birds, mind you, one real, one phantom, resumed; and then raged on and on for many, many days to follow.

In dismay, the Human watched further. He took no joy in witnessing this senseless war. Being a proponent of non-violence, he did not even want to see this Robin harmed or dead. No, the knee-jerk military style reaction of whipping out a firearm and blowing this bird’s head off, was NOT an option. Nor was the do nothing approach, for that would either result in that combative bird knocking himself out, or doing even greater bodily injury, should that windowpane shatter.

The Human, shaking his head glumly side to side, now drew parallels to this own species. Was not territoriality what fueled acrimonious wars throughout the pathetic history of the human race? Was not that Robin now facing the same horrors of war, namely, pointless destruction, injury and death?

And even more disturbing a thought; had not that Robin gone to war based on totally flawed reasoning? After all, there was no real enemy robin, ergo, there was no real threat to this Robin’s territory, in the first place.

With the wisdom of an astute diplomat, the Human, once again, ventured forth into the great outdoors, this time with a hammer in one hand, a large burlap bag draped over his arm and six golden nails in his shirt pocket. As soon as he held the thick brown fabric in place to cover the garage window and then nailed it up securely, the phantom robin was banished from the neighborhood, peace returned and everyone lived happily ever after.

The moral to this story is twofold:

Brains not brawn make for a lasting Peace!


Always look carefully before you rush to war… you might just be your own worst enemy!


I originally blogged “A Parable” on MySpace… posting date: Tuesday, September 12, 2006. On this day, I only applied a light coat of polish… so what you just read is 99 percent verbatim to what had hit the www… so long ago.

My motivation for writing this story had been twofold.

1. As a young boy I had actually watched a robin repeatedly attacking the window of my family’s garage.

2. Birdbrain George W. Bush’s similar behavior. He, too, had needlessly, pointlessly gone to war (with Iraq)… his basis for doing so based on the illusion / delusion of that nation possessing WMD / being a threat to America.

The MSM had a golden opportunity to nail in that “burlap fabric” to cover (or is that uncover?) W’s illusion / delusion… well… i.e., had the Fourth Estate been a team of real, investigative journalists properly doing their  homework.

So… how relevant to today’s world is a nearly ten-year-old blog?

Well… as far as priorities go… keeping the peace still bottoms out the list of today’s crop of crappy, scrappy GOP POTUS candidates… the Middle East continues to reel and spin out of control from the devastation from  W’s destabilizing Iraq war… Republican Senators and Representatives / Supreme Court Judges have learned nothing… I repeat… NOTHING… from their law-breaking / unruly ways and… via their roadblocks to progress… continue to preserve, protect and defend W’s failed policies… NOT the U.S. Constitution. AND… last but not least… the MSM is still not doing its job to educate Americans of this monumentally sorry state of affairs.

As proof… well… if Americans were being properly clued in… a birdbrain such as Donald Trump (a human/robin hybrid sporting Trump’s head and tweeting wildly… on Twitter?) would’ve been laughed off the stage… no… strike that… would’ve been booed off the stage long ago… and those dissenting voices would’ve been singing out… in full harmony… in our bipartisan chorus.

I did come up with a third, updated moral to “A Parable”:

Don’t be a birdbrain by voting for birdbrain Republicans.


Trump Says Nominate Me… Or Else!

Donald Trump has predicted civil unrest if his predominantly uncivilized, freak show followers do not get their way… i.e…. if they don’t see his name topping off their November 2016 ballots. And folks… we had better believe him. I’ll let bully Trump’s thinly veiled terrorist threat speak for itself…

“If you disenfranchise those people, and you say, ‘Well, I’m sorry, but you’re 100 votes short, even though the next one is 500 votes short,’ I think you would have problems like you’ve never seen before. I think bad things would happen… I wouldn’t lead it, but I think bad things would happen.”

Well duhhhhhhh… ya think?

We the People, who embrace a brains over brawn, evolved, peaceable society, racial equality / harmony, 1st amendment free speech rights, orderly campaigns and free elections are aware of the “bad things” ALREADY happening at most of Trump’s campaign stops… hell, he even had to cancel his recent Chicago appearance… and these are NOT aberrations.

To assess “those people”, who Trump refers to, they’re a.k.a. his seething with rage, moronic, sycophantic supporters who, on cue, will savagely choke and pummel anyone in the audience who expresses a dissenting opinion. Worse yet is who they’re taking their cue from. Yep… there he stands in the glaring center stage spotlight… that swaggering, larger than life, rabble rouser Trump… mindlessly egging each and every one of them on. On one occasion, said he:

“There may be somebody with tomatoes in the audience. So if you see somebody getting ready to throw a tomato, knock the crap out of them, would you? Seriously. Okay? Just knock the hell—  I promise you, I will pay for the legal fees. I promise, I promise. It won’t be so much ’cause the courts agree with us too.”

As if these easy to enrage boneheads hadn’t been motivated enough already, did he have to promise them they could beat up protesters with impunity?

In short, Trump IS the problem ~ For him to say, “I think bad things would happen” has nothing to do with clairvoyance. He knows, fully well, he need only step in front of any mirror to see who’d be responsible for those “bad things” happening… in all likelihood, this could escalate to the point where “those people” / his followers would pour out into the streets to literally burn down America.

True… audience dissenters do detract from the main discourse of a political rally. But would not a truly presidential candidate pause… at least show some concern and offer to hear out complaints? To perhaps propose a change of venue… promise that he’ll hold a town hall type phone in Q and A session, where non-phony callers could raise any legitimate issues.

He could use such a give and take forum as a learning / teaching moment to calmly discuss relevant portions of his political platform… well… uh… if he were actually relevant… well… uh… if he or any of his devotees were even open to learning anything.

No getting around this… for a presidential candidate not to listen to dissenters goes against what our representative form of government is supposed to stand for… it’s tantamount to his saying he ONLY gives a damn about his supporters… and screw the rest. Folks… this is a clue as to how he’d act, God forbid, if he ever did get elected. Hell, at some point during his four to eight years in power, he could even become sufficiently delusional to not listen to anyone, period.

Can we all spell T-Y-R-A-N-T?

No getting around this… it IS possible for a prez (Republican and Democrat, alike) to be WRONG. Under those circumstances, it is NOT WRONG for anyone to point out that fact. In fact… to do so is our civic duty as Americans. We are the bosses of those who we elect… NOT vice versa… NEVER VICE VERSA!

SIDEBAR ONE ~ While a POTUS wannabe may get away with arrogance on the campaign trail, there can be no such free pass for a sworn-in POTUS in the real world. Imagine how belligerence and bullying would play out on the world stage during an adrenaline pumping, Trump / Putin standoff… one not unlike the Kennedy / Khrushchev Cuban Missile Crisis.

Can we all spell T-H-E-R-M-O-N-U-C-L-E-A-R  E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E?

True… Trump… just like any other candidate… cannot please all the people all the time… but to arrogantly turn a deaf ear to dissenters only serves to fuel the flames of dissent even further… which fuels the Trump supporters to act out even more violently.

Would it even surprise any of us if someday… someday soon… a Trump supporter murders a protester while Trump and his fans raucously cheer the killer on? Although what follows is NOT an actual quote… can we not practically hear Trump rationalizing that deadly, barbaric act…

That protester had it coming.

SIDEBAR TWO ~ Trump tries to project a Washington outsider image… yet is not his flat out refusal to hear a single syllable of what protesting Democrats/liberals have to say ample proof that he’s just as narrow-minded as… e.g…. Washington insider / Republican Mitch McConnell?

As is true with most bullies ~ 2016’s GOP front-runner, while running for president, is running scared that dissenters will expose him to be the fraud, which he is.

Trump knows that if the voice of reason ever gets heard, he’ll be correctly called out as being an empty-headed empty suit AND an oblivious to / out of touch with reality worshiper of the “almighty” (as in the false god a.k.a. the almighty buck) AND an unruly, terrible-two crybaby / whiner hopelessly, helplessly trapped in an adult body. True… simple-mindedness, fashion faux pas, superficiality, idolatry and immaturity are not crimes… but they ARE unbecoming character flaws, which should preclude Donny from ever becoming the next prez.

Defining Donald Trump ~ Basically, Donny is a trumpeting, dumber-than-Dumbo white elephant in need of a circus trainer… an egotistical elitist over-inflated dirigible in need of an open pressure relief valve… a stick-figure figurehead in need of a finishing school / fashion makeover… a money grubbing cultist in need of a deprogrammer’s intervention… an arrested development little boy in need of a sternly intoned “go stand in the corner” time-out.

If… and that’s a BIG IF Donald Trump ever had any good ideas as to how he’d “Make America Great Again” that message has been totally drowned out by his own bleating, boneheaded followers who are taking their, no questions asked, marching orders from their bully ringleader.

Truth be told… little Donny would stand a far better chance of becoming the GOP’s 2016, unbecoming, un-presidential presidential nominee if that simpleton would simply shut up and go into hiding until the convention in Cleveland.

Any thinking voter will see Trump as the biggest threat to America’s… well… I was going to say America’s future… but let’s just start over.

Any thinking voter will see Trump as the biggest threat to America’s survival… since George W Bush first took his claw off the Inaugural Bible. And no one… REPEAT NO ONE… will ever “Make America Great Again” by aping / trying to “trump” W.


[This post underwent revision and got re-posted on 03/18/2016 03:11 a.m.]


“Dirty” Limericks re Donald Trump


Long before the news panel game show Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me hit the NPR airwaves, I’ve been expressing my political / social commentary via the limerick. On this day, I’ve composed 10 such verses… believe they’ll amuse critical thinkers… and… if we’re lucky… might even enlighten those who may not know any better.

True… that latter state of mind would not describe the vast majority of those of us who typically hangout @WordPress… but… once any content hits the www… who the hell knows in what direction it may fly.

The limerick has long been associated with gross subject matter. And what could be grosser than Donald Trump and his hideous, grotesque run for the White House? That reprehensible, radical, racist Republican’s rabblerousing has been begging me to make rhyme or reason of that madman.

I had to try to understand why so many right tilted americans [sic] would even support such a political monstrosity… or in lieu of that… simply vent my indignation over how “The Donald” has been, singlehandedly, setting back (by hundreds of years) any and all previous progress towards racial and spiritual equality and harmony.

More to the point, my overwhelming need to wax poetic occurred after reading about and viewing the clip featuring Donald Trump’s interview on Morning Joe, where he had run down the clock / filibustered journalist Cokie Roberts’ too tough (for him) to answer, LEGITIMATE question. To blockquote that article’s lead paragraph:

Journalist Cokie Roberts confronted Donald Trump about the impact of his words on kids. She brought up incidents in schools nationwide where white children are telling minority classmates they’ll be deported and chanting “Build a wall!” to minority rivals. She then asked him, “Are you proud of that?” read whole article (and be sure to check out the comment section, too)

Trump’s tossed word salad / non-answer is absolutely unworthy of publication here… but suffice to say… he shamelessly, deliberately and disingenuously feigned ignorance over the vital issue Roberts had been raising…  and worse yet… with nary even the slightest hint of remorse over the childhood grief and sorrow his reckless campaign has been inflicting.

I admire Roberts for not backing down and getting in her justifiable journalistic licks… I mean… somebody has got to call out that foul, GOP SOB sometime! That all duly noted… it’s now my turn to get in my limerick licks.


At Trump rallies he vomits hate / rants,

Xenophobes puke back pro Don-Duke chants,

His base master race base,

All wears Wonder Bread face,

They’re the GOP’s white elephants!


No discouraging words are allowed,

From Trump protesters found in the crowd,

Don goads each supporter,

To beat up / give no quarter,

To shout down naysayers… decibels loud!


To define the Trump push back… full gist,

If you defy him, his mobs will get pissed,

The ‘tude of his minions,

All dissenting opinions,

Will be squelched with chokehold and clenched fist!


There now is a candidate Trump

Who loves to talk hate from the stump,

Dressed to the nines, yet uncouth,

Exhumes Dolf’s Hitler youth,

Trash like Trump belongs in city dump!


Young school kids frequent their playground haunt,

Trump’s hate speech is the ‘tude they flaunt,

At Muslim classmates they’ll snort,

Forewarn Trump will deport,

Instill fear, sneer, jeer, torment and taunt!


The pro-Trump voter is recalcitrant,

A gun nut, cross burner and miscreant,

He’s sycophantic and manic,

Never Muslim / Hispanic,

The GOP’s hardliner, white elephant!


At RNC, too few righties may rant,

“Our frontrunner is too arrogant!

Either make Trump stand down,

Or run Don out of town,

We have to curb our elephant!”


Will the RNC ever pay heed?

Understand Trump is the demon seed,

To be truthful, fully,

That bastard’s a bully,

The apex of hate, hubris, greed!


In muddy bigotry, chump Trump is mired,

Re his supporters, there’s no brain required,

If yahoos get their way,

On Election Day,

It’ll be far too late to shout, “YOU’RE FIRED!”


Trump’s hate speeches stir up the panic,

Of folks: Muslim, Jew, Black and Hispanic,

Though Don speaks the unthinkable,

That xenophobe ain’t unsinkable,

Clinton or Sanders could prove him Titanic!


A Tale of Two Timelines (Part I)

“It was the best of times”… 34,220,984 voters (303 electors) had elected the ingenious John F. Kennedy… a man possessing a lucid, 20/20 vision for a moving forward America… “It was the worst of times”… 5 archconservative, U.S. Supreme Court judicial hacks had (s)elected incurious George W. Bush… a stick-figure man possessing a lurid, myopic vision for a falling backward America.

These are the ex-Presidents akin to temporal bookends to the more recently written chapters of American History. Respectively…

The sturdy one on the left had stood upright… tried his very best to usher in the dawn of a better America… a land built upon a strong foundation… its cornerstone to be composed of sweet liberty, racial harmony, equal opportunity and economic stability for all… a land where our innovative, can-do spirit would rule supreme and flourish. Indeed… it was the “age of wisdom”… “epoch of belief”… “season of Light”… “spring of hope”… “we had everything before us”.

The tipsy one on the far right had skulked off in the murky shadows of avarice, treachery and deceit… tried his damnedest to topple our nation / fan the destructive socially and politically polarizing flames… condemn all aspects of our once great nation… forcing the U.S. into becoming an unbecoming (figurative and literal) ground zero conflagration… its ruins and rubble still smoldering today. Indeed, it was the “age of foolishness”… “epoch of incredulity”… “season of Darkness”… “winter of despair”… “we had nothing before us”.

Whew… now that’s one hell of a wordplay workout… huh? While we all pause to catch our collective breath… I’ll tend to a few preliminaries…

Firstly… yes, my blog intro got a Dickensian assist… those quoted words from Charles Dickens’ 1859 novel, A Tale of Two Cities… his very book title serving as a tidy literary device to portray the bottomless pit of socioeconomic disparity between the 18th century’s aristocracy and peasants. I have little doubt that if ol’ Chuck were alive and writing his “Tale” today (perhaps on a laptop?) his social / political commentary would be taking some literary swipes at 21st century America’s Trumps vs. the Trampled.

Secondly… I must acknowledge that viewing anyone as a martyr (e.g. JFK) can be akin to looking through a pair of objectivity clouding, thick lensed distorting, rose-colored glasses… that this can cause History to overlook and blur such a person’s shortcomings and perhaps even magnify his/her accomplishments.

Thirdly… speculation re the events of a rosy timeline (which never was) is fraught with so many variables that exactly how a two term Kennedy presidency could’ve positively impacted American / World History will forever remain in the realm of nearly impossible to prove. Of course… would this not also be nearly impossible to disprove?

And since we, as a society, had been denied such a presidential admin… that does grant us the right to ponder the possibilities… and I will shamelessly do so in this blog.

Lastly… just in case my JFK’s “best of times” / GWB’s “worst of times”, blue ink saturated, lead paragraphs have left any doubt… I am a Leftie. My Democratic Party roots run deep. Hell… I even voted for JFK when I was ONLY six-years-old!

Well… uh… sort of. Here’s what had actually happened…

After Mom had closed the voting booth curtains, hoisted me up to adult eye level and demonstrated how everything worked, she actually let me shift JFK’s lever down! My having done something so grown-up on Election Day 1960 had been a feel good, defining moment in my young life.

As I grew physically, so did my understanding of (and respect for) the immense leverage, which each of those tiny levers can exert in shaping our nation and world. Tragically, not everyone opts in to such a civilized, orderly process. Such was the case on…

November 22, 1963 ~ It had been a gray, overcast, rainy Friday. There had been no school for Sis and me (due to parent / teacher conferences). I was just finishing lunch when my sibling came rushing into the dining room. Still clutching her pocket-sized transistor radio, she blurted out…

“Somebody Shot President Kennedy!” Mom, Sis and I quickly adjourned to the living room. Even before our Zenith TV’s B&W picture tube had fully warmed up, we could already hear one of CBS anchorman Walter Cronkite’s earliest bulletins.

As time came grinding down to a dead halt we felt ourselves rapidly descending into the depths of our nation’s communal shock. There was little else we could do… save for waiting and hoping that our worst fears would not be confirmed. But…

The bad news just kept on spilling forth from our nation’s TV screens while Kennedy’s dream for the betterment of our national / global society, was hemorrhaging forth from his head wounds… dying along with this great man. Eventually, Cronkite had to choke back his own overwhelming sorrow as he reported…


“From Dallas, Texas… the flash apparently official… President Kennedy died a 1 p.m., Central Standard Time… 2 o’clock Eastern Standard Time… some thirty-eight minutes ago.”


My above-described televised events can be viewed in this archival footage.

And that’s the way it was… the feel rotten, defining moment in my young life. The President I had “voted” for three short Novembers earlier had been blown away. Bullets… not ballots… had removed John Fitzgerald Kennedy from office and shot to hell my childhood innocence.

 JFK had been a visionary… keenly aware that the sky (quite literally) is not the limit. A mere, thirty months earlier, on May 25, 1961, he had boldly challenged Congress, indeed, folks all across America, to think big. Said he:


“I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the moon and returning him safely to the earth. No single space project in this period will be more impressive to mankind, or more important for the long-range exploration of space.”


Size Matters ~ Now, lest anyone accuse me of being starry-eyed… I do fully realize that… in the beginning… the space race was little more than the sabre rattling of Nikita Khrushchev, which left Kennedy little choice but to get sucked into this war of the words.

Basically, they had become two little boys territorially hosing down the vacuum of outer space with ideological, rhetorical urine. This was tantamount to Khrushchev and Kennedy comparing the size of their phallic symbol rockets… to their cockily strutting and crowing about possessing an ability to blast off these missiles and target their destinations with pinpoint precision… be their payloads utilitarian, orbital  communication / weather satellites, top flight lunar bound astronauts or apocalyptic surface to air to surface nuclear warheads.

Fortunately, such immature posturing was doomed… perhaps even destined… to fade into oblivion… courtesy of astronauts Frank Borman, Jim Lovell and Bill Anders. NASA had scheduled an extra special, Christmas Eve 1968 telecast… beamed live from the Moon to the citizens of planet Earth. With their TV camera focused upon the cratered lunar surface passing a mere 60 miles below, all three astronauts took turns reading from the Book of Genesis.

Their unifying message had proven infinitely more powerful than the Saturn 5 rocket that had propelled them on their journey… inestimably more influential / inspirational than any scripture ever uttered by any earthbound preacher.



“Earthrise” (The Big Picture) ~ Anders had also snapped a still photo, which further and forever solidified what all three had said and read from their space capsule “pulpit”.

One would have to be stonehearted / rock-headed to be unable to compare and contrast that foreboding, dead as a doornail, rocky, pockmarked lunar terrain to our breathing, burgeoning with life globe… one enshrouded by a blanket of life-sustaining air, interlaced with high floating, white clouds passing over azure oceans… one where not one, single, solitary politically drawn, national demarcation line could be seen.

This had been a jaw dropping, unifying wake-up call to humanity. We, aboard “Spaceship” Earth, are all in this together… hurling through the inky black void of outer space… AND… most importantly… we had better not FUBAR our fragile world… the only known planet in the entire universe capable of sustaining human life.

Other Safe Harbors for Humanity? The closest, recently discovered, “Goldilocks Zone” / Earthlike, extrasolar planets are approximately 13 to 20 light-years away. Even IF we could construct close to speed of light velocity spacecraft, it would still take decades to traverse even those, “small” (on an astronomical scale) distances. And to get real here, upon our arrival, we could very well discover far from ideal conditions. Just to toss out a couple of worst-case scenario variables…

There might be insufficient breathable oxygen or, worse yet, if there is ample oxygen, it might be getting inhaled by billions of xenophobic, hostile aliens. For our interstellar astronauts to survive a close encounter of the disastrous kind, that would likely require superhero skills… the type only found, heretofore, in big and small screen Sci-Fi screenplays (e.g., the logical diplomacy of Ambassador Spock and/or the lock and load militancy of Ellen Ripley).

Radical Republicans: Ill Will Ambassadors ~ Perhaps it’s just as well that our current tax-dollar and technically challenged space vehicles (trapped in low Earth orbit / going around in circles / going nowhere fast) preclude our becoming interstellar spacefarers / our making first contact with alien civilizations.

Considering how today’s far from evolved, rabidly xenophobic, GOP radicals suffer from an overwhelming, wholesale loathing of any and all non-WASP terrestrial “aliens” (e.g. Muslims, Hebrews, Hispanics, Afro-Americans, etc.) it would not be hard to imagine how horrifically they’d react towards the extraterrestrial variety.

It’s pretty safe to say that outer space aliens (in possession of vastly superior spacecraft and weaponry) would never tolerate the likes of… oh… say… the totally reprehensible, bigoted Donald Trump and his best bud, David Duke. Hell, most PO’d ET’s would likely pay Earth a visit and promptly blast our world to smithereens.

One Democrat’s Good Will Ambassador ~ On July 20, 1969, when first man on the moon, Apollo 11 astronaut Neil Armstrong, had spoken of that “one giant leap for mankind”, he had not only been referring to his ability to jump higher in the (one-sixth of Earth’s) lunar gravity. In effect JFK had been speaking through him to present yet another challenge to humanity… elementary, elegant and enlightening … namely…

Even non-astronauts possess all the right stuff to leap / aim high in life. If we follow our hearts and heads to work together for the common good… we can complete any task we set our minds on (be our accomplishments majestic, mundane or something in the middle). To soar as one and sustain such an ascent could even “launch” a national / international renaissance.

However… with the passage of time, these now decades old sentiments have faded into oblivion… especially forgotten by the do anything to feather their own nests… anything for a buck… right wing extremist Republicans.

Today’s GOP has a budgetary axe to grind ~ I could’ve accepted humankind’s one giant leap backward… our demotion from spacefarers to stay-at-homes if these “saved” tax dollars had been utilized towards down to earth projects which were still consistent to JFK’s dream… i.e., had been inclusive of We, the common folk. BUT… more to the point… it’s only once in a blue moon (if even then) when the well-to-do ever step aside to permit those not-so-well-off to get ahead in life.

But it’s the S.O.P. of Uncle Sam to nearly always favor the obscenely rich. No questions asked, he’ll bestow untold, unlimited, welfare unto the wealthy. Hell, I could’ve even accepted THAT, if the high and mighty chose to spend at least a portion of this ill-gotten largess… oh… say… a bit more altruistically.

For the record… I have no problem with folks becoming successful / wealthy. But, I simply cannot fathom why those who’ve accumulated more wealth than they could spend if they lived to be 1000 years old still want more? In other words… why does anyone need more money when one already has too much?

Any chance for a JFK-like latter-day renaissance? Long story short… all one need do is draw out a horizontal line to strike out this paragraph’s headline.

But we can still imagine that societal rebirth… i.e., where Kennedy’s dream had not been deep-sixed along with him at Arlington Cemetery… so long ago…

By now… the end to fossil fuel consumption would’ve cleansed and breathed new life into our biosphere (our energy needs being supplied by a worldwide, solar paneled grid)… lifesaving / prolonging medicines would’ve cured Cancer, AIDS, mental disorders, etc.… the end to human starvation (be that metabolically, intellectually and spiritually) would’ve become akin to a birthright…

By now… our global society would’ve felt appalled by the hoggish, upward redistribution of wealth and, with no Have / Have not schism to contend with, the incidents of violent street crimes, deadly terrorist acts and no-win, endless wars would’ve become rare to non-existent… there would’ve been a globalized expansion of the American Dream thereby allowing each and every industrious Earthling to enjoy the fruits of her/his labors… AND, upon securing life fortunes, we’d have felt sufficient contentment and graciousness to step aside to allow others the same opportunity…

OK… but… would that really have been JFK’s path? Well, as I said at the outset, re alternate timelines, I can offer little evidence to either prove or disprove. But I do feel it’s safe to say that, had we been allowed to enjoy two full terms worth of JFK, at the very least, the American people would’ve been sufficiently impressed… to the point where they’d never have tolerated a timeline featuring the POTUS rogues gallery we did wind up with.

To name names… that was Watergate crook Tricky Dicky Nixon and his handpicked, suck up successor, Gerald Ford… union buster / Robin Hood in reverse Ronald Reagan… Nazi George H.W. Bush (who some claim had actually been seen skulking off in the 11/22/1963, Dealey Plaza shadows) and his ventriloquist dummy / puppet, war criminal, torture loving sonny boy W.

And, to be fair here… while what follows does not necessarily qualify as a rogues gallery… I must also address the deficiencies of DINO Lyndon B. Johnson (who likely would’ve never parked his butt in the Oval Office chair were it not for JFK’s coattails and the Constitutionally stipulated presidential line of succession)… Jimmy Carter who had suffered an absence of cojones AND Bill Clinton who had suffered from an overabundance.

As for President Barack Obama? There is a time and place for being a perfect gentleman… but… considering all that arch-conservative, vicious, avaricious, parasitic, opportunistic Republican opposition… now is not that time.

In short… had there been eight years of JFK… We the People would have never voted anyone into power  (either Democrat or Republican) who had exuded even the slightest whiff of malodorous immaturity, incompetency, mediocrity, timidity, obstinacy, rapacity and/or criminality… all of which (upon first striking timidity from that list) provides the perfect lead-in for the discussion of…

GWB’s path ~ We, who can still think critically, have been forced to hold our noses against the stench of W’s Orwellian NSA and MSM, banana republic elections, corporate citizenship, too big to fail coddled big biz failures, an upward redistribution of wealth, a “no child left behind” spiritless “teach to the test”, backward public school system, misogyny, theocracy, homophobia, xenophobia, environmental rape, foreign oil dependence, clucking / crowing chickenhawks, warmongering / war profiteering, needless, endless no-win wars, terrorist attacks, zero gun controls and warzone municipalities where even elementary school kids get shot to death.

A Tale of Two Timelines (Part I) Parting Words ~ In Quantum Mechanics… as the theory goes… nearly everything scientifically possible goes.

For instance… say you’ve just turned the key in the ignition, put your car into gear and are pulling out of the parking lot… headed for home. There are two possible routes to choose from. The path you do take results in your getting involved in a fatal traffic accident. But… as Quantum Theory suggests… there’s also that “other reality” where you took the other path and reached your destination safe and sound… to live out your entire lifespan.

Well… applying that same premise to November 22, 1963… I sure as hell wish I could find the alternate reality where JFK had opted out from his Texas trip, gotten re-elected and lived on to a ripe old age (he might’ve even made it to 99 years of age this May 29th).

Even upon my facing down the vast unknowns associated with an alternate Kennedy timeline… if given the opportunity to go there… I’d sure as hell take my chances… in a heartbeat. Nearly anything else pitted against our present-day woes… our still suffering from the blowback from GWB’s corrupt, contemptible admin… would be infinitely preferable to me.

To that end… is there anybody out there? Does anyone on the WWW know how I might find that “JFK survived” timeline? If so… please… Please… PLEASE… outline the procedure in the comment box below… or… if you’d rather not publicly reveal that secret… maybe we can arrange a place and time to meet on the QT?

But… getting back to our here and now reality… my short term goal is to post A Tale of Two Timelines (Part II)HOWEVER

If that fails to happen in a timely manner… this just might mean that someone has shared her/his knowhow with me… that I’ve taken that Quantum Leap… gone off to enjoy that “best of times” timeline where JFK had lived long… and… as a result… America / the world has flourished. And by that I mean prospered in ways not merely measured in dollars and cents.

Of course, such a risky venture might have a high price tag attached… i.e., in the process of leaping about through alternate realities I just could wind up paying for it with my very life. Oh well… as Patrick Henry once said… “Give me liberty or give me death.”

And… if it involves the latter eventuality… well… I’ll yield my blogger’s podium… once more… allow Mr. Dickens to speak on my behalf…

“It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done… it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”