Whispers into the Raging Winds

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I’ve been having a tough time finding sufficient motivation to continue posting. However…

Going on the premise that an adequate, cursory blog is better than no blog at all, what follows are my first waking, thoughts… exasperated long sighhhhhh… on this new, old pandemic day.

Beyond the debilitation and death, the microbial villain, Corona-V, has exposed humankind’s other weaknesses.

What we’ve been witnessing has been an ever increasing percentage of society, mind you, the very people who claim to be reputable, who have, instead, demonstrated a magnitude of ignorance, impatience, selfishness, rapacity, recalcitrance, hatred and hostility, that, to say the least, makes one wonder if they’re beyond redemption.

To briefly flesh out my above words, we find the Trumpian type of leader, who is more concerned about saving his own political bacon than saving humankind; who prioritizes his homelands’ fiscal issues over physical well-being.

And then we witness the misled masses, who flat-out refuse to do the bare minimum; namely social distance / mask up to slow the spread of this ferociously communicable, fatal virus and its even more contagious, deadlier variants. Nope, not even when to do so would allow society to fast-track it back to the ignorant, impatient, selfish, rapacious, recalcitrant, hateful and hostile status quo.

As if all of this human suffering and death has not been bad enough, already, within my homeland (a.k.a. gun sick America), armed to the teeth, mass murderer sociopaths have been prematurely coming out of pandemic quarantine; committing hate crimes and unleashing pandemonium; training their weapons’ cross-hairs on anyone who crosses their paths.

Alas, this post’s word count does not count for much; not when it’s little more than whispers into the raging winds of change; for the worse.

Parting words for anyone who may still be reachable…

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
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Self-Evident Truths

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Stateside, today is a federal holiday to honor the life and times of a national treasure; a spiritual, visionary, nonviolent, activist leader of limitless courage, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Had this man not been shot to death by an assassin, he might’ve even still been alive and well, today, at the age of 92.

Most assuredly, we could use more voices of reason, such as his.

Speaking of voices (of the 4th Estate variety)…

It was in the course of human events, especially throughout 2020, that honest, genuine article journalists had constantly reminded us that African-Americans and people of color have yet to achieve the equality that is… correction… MUST BE everyone’s birthright.

Their reportage of last year’s top two stories (namely, police brutality and the pandemic) repeatedly exposed the stark reality that the above mentioned minorities were (still are) disproportionately susceptible to the rampaging (unchecked), merciless racist cops and the pitiless, nihilist coronavirus. Be the essays’ villain the thug or bug, we became witness to the resultant, heartbreaking human suffering and death.

Alas, it had been the Oval Office Ogre (2017 – 21) who’d been (and still is) blameworthy for the eruption of both macroscopic and microscopic evil. I’ll reserve further discussion of Old O³ for another blog / another day.

As for this very day, MLK Day, let’s make damned sure that we’re all in accord with the following passage, which I’ve slightly revised to better establish racial and gender inclusiveness.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men… correction… ALL HUMANS are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

America’s Declaration of Independence • July 4, 1776 [Read More Here]

It should be effortless for every soul to embrace such forthright sentiments. Normally, they originate between our ears and gain strength beneath our sternums; that is, for all who still possess a sound head, steadfast heart and have resisted the temptation to sell their soul to the Devil / Old O³.

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Not worth a plug nickel?

Right from the pandemic get-go, anyone whose mind is rooted in science / logic, could, in a heartbeat, sense the worst was yet to come. After all, the very novelty of Corona-V had sent our epidemiologists into OJT mode; the ideologues / Führers into a CYA furor; the propagandists into (what else?) their bury the truth spin.

And being eyewitness to THAT had rendered me doubtful that humanity could even survive the year.

Such a sense of doom doth walk hand in (small) hand with the likes of my totally unlikable homeland’s IN TITLE ONLY, leader, one Donald J. Trump. At least publicly, that has-been has been the inveterate science denier, while, in private, he can easily morph into the not so nutty professor.

My gawd, we actually got to earwitness astounding, taped phone confabs where the lucid(?) Trump was actually “schooling” the already schooled journalist and author Bob Woodward. The very fact that Oval Office occupant has known, all along, how ferociously contagious and deadly Corona-V is, only makes his conduct all the more incomprehensible and reprehensible.

One certainty, here, when one’s leader doesn’t give a shit about the people he swore (on the Holy Bible) he’d protect and defend, I began to reevaluate my life / chances; distill that down to these five words:

Not worth a plug nickel.

Another certainty, I owe my very survival / making it to this New Year’s Eve to my own pandemic take charge ‘tude; my common sense, insightful conclusion that nearly everything that Trump utters, mutters, bleats and Tweets (or has yet to do so) can be regarded as absolute BULLSHIT!

Yet, in spite of all that, we mustn’t overlook the ever-increasing rays of hope; namely the vaccines and the likes of the likeable, rooted in science / logic of Dr. Anthony Fauci, his learned colleagues and the soon to be sworn in, intellectually curious, responsible, honorable American President, one Joe Biden.

Oh, there’s one more ray of hope, too.

My being a numistmatist, for nearly sixty years, my eyes widened, instinctively, two scant days ago, when the supermarket cashier handed over my change. You see, the Thomas Jefferson nickel had a very special struck date on its obverse side.

Right next to the word “Liberty” was / is the year of my birth.

My newfound, treasured keepsake has managed to liberate me; has served to cancel out my early-on, erroneous, premature, “not worth a plug nickel”, not so brilliant deduction.

While this far from mint condition 5¢ coin, which has been in circulation for as long as I have, would not fetch me more than 10¢ from a coin dealer (who’d have little, if any, interest in buying it), nonetheless, in my mind, it IS priceless and not, repeat, NOT for sale!

I view receiving it to be a good omen and, for the rest of humanity, a harbinger of 2021’s better days to come.

Till then…

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Sign of the Times

I suppose, by now, we, who’ve been staggering around like extras in some zombie apocalypse film, have become a bit desensitized; have slightly adapted to our pandemic redefined world. Nonetheless, I really did get spooked out just last week. I wouldn’t even be blogging about this, now, were it not for my still being unable to shake that weird feeling.

I mean, this STILL is Earth. Yes? No? Maybe?

Setting the drama aside, IT all began when I needed to transact some mundane biz at the very same bank I’ve been frequenting since I was a four-year-young lad. Hey, what can I say? My impoverished, public school teacher folks’ lesson plans included instructing me to be thrifty.

Hell, even banks, of that bygone era, had encouraged that DIY, build a nest egg ethic, too, by paying out 4% interest on our savings accounts.

Granted, thru the ages, “my” bank has undergone numerous ownership changes as well several minor physical renovations, but, to me, I’m still seeing that same old brick and mortar institution thru my mind’s eye. In a sense, it feels as if I’m traveling back to that far more pleasant era; experiencing, anew, the flood of fond memories; e.g. the facial recognition; the personable bank personnel greeting me, by name (and vice versa), each time I set foot inside.

Of course, these days, there’s not much setting foot inside, anymore.

After all, even while masked / socially distanced, face to face, indoor transactions still (potentially) expose everyone to COVID-19. Beyond that, I’m sure that management doesn’t want customers spooking out their tellers; i.e. now that our being masked makes the same “fashion statement” that the bank robbers do.

Hmm, seeing how I’ve now digressed a bit too much, let’s time travel back to last week, again. Upon my arrival at the bank drive-thru destination, there IT was. The Sign. The Sign of the Times:

IT had been taped over the pneumatic tube system’s access port. IT read: “This branch office is temporarily closed.” They neither elaborated THE WHY this had happened nor THE HOW they were defining “temporarily”.

I actually began to worry. What would happen if “temporarily” actually meant forever AND my modest DIY nest egg had suddenly vanished, POOF, into thin air? Got gobbled up by some zombies?

Be it intentional or not, that sign’s evasiveness, did erode consumer confidence. It had been ill-timed, too, considering how, pandemic or not, retailers / e-tailers always depend on the holiday gift giving season to make their fourth quarter merry and bright.

More to the point, when our funds cease to be available on demand, even “temporarily”, this could compound the problem; i.e. result in a run on the banks.

At the very least, this episode certainly got me out of the shopping mood. From the drive thru exit I just drove home. And, for a fleeting moment, it felt as if the zombie apocalypse was starting to spill out from the big screen and into the real world.

Epilogue: Fortunately, this past Monday, my bank’s drive-thru lane reopened; finally allowing me to complete last week’s transaction.

As for the zombies? For the moment, they’ve been driven off.

For the moment.

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Donny’s Glossary

Regrettably, we’ve all had little choice but to learn about Donald J. Trump’s DIY Corona-V Pandemic. What follows is Donny’s Glossary. Perhaps, as a Warning to Humanity, i.e., to never allow anything like this to ever happen again, we need to formally update our lexicons, too?

Bandemic: describes xenophobic Trump’s flurry of Executive Orders, for the express purpose of unfairly targeting Muslim nations; i.e., his trotting out bad policy to wrongfully tell good people to keep out of the U.S.

Fandemic: describes the legions of toxic Trump’s mindless minions who, on his behalf, have diseased the soul of an entire nation; namely, his suck-up White House underlings, sycophantic U.S. Senators / Representatives / Judges, toady TV talking head propaganda ministers, demented voter devotees, et al.

Glanddemic: describes the magnitude of Trump’s testosterone turbocharged “grabbing” habits.

Granddemic: describes the self-proclaimed stable genius, Trump; i.e., his delusions of grandeur and penchant for self-aggrandizement.

Handdemic: See Glanddemic, above.

Klandemic: describes Klansman Trump and, by and large, nearly all of his suck-up White House underlings, sycophantic U.S. Senators / Representatives / Judges, toady TV talking head propaganda ministers, demented devotee voters, et al.

Mandemic: describes all the bad little boys (of all ages), nationwide / worldwide, who have wrongfully elevated Dumb Donald as their role model. See Glanddemic, above, too.

Plandemic: describes genocidal maniac / sociopath Trump’s wretched machinations to “achieve” COVID-19 herd immunity; i.e. by heartlessly slaughtering / needlessly sacrificing untold millions of Americans.

To all who read this post: If you have any other “demic” words that you’d like to add to Donny’s Glossary, please post them in the comment section.

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BlogCast: Hammer(ing) Home the Truth

U Can’t Touch This”, recorded by MC Hammer / composed by Stanley Burrell, Rick James and Alonzo Miller, provides the musical nucleus, from which two, relatively new to the scene, rapper parodists, SongBird and Quentin J. Lee, hammer home (in the best sense of this phrase) their spot-on op-eds regarding two of 2020’s top, front page news stories. These two clever cover artists, via their clip set-ups, will relate the rest of their stories. Their creds as rappers will be self-evident.

“It’s been a month since I posted my last parody, and unfortunately, the news hasn’t changed much. 45 is still refusing to accept the obvious. Thank you everyone for all of your likes and comments. Music by MC Hammer and Rick James. Lyrics by me, SongBird.”

Clip and set-up blurb is courtesy of SongBird’s YouTube Channel
Dec 12, 2020 • 16,143 views • Thumbs Up 1.9K / Thumbs Down 47
“Dr. Quentin J. Lee, Alabama principal, sings a rap song about Covid to MC Hammer’s classic hit of ‘U Can’t Touch This.’ As we are all getting ready to go back to school, take a break and enjoy this parody!”

Clip and set-up blurb is courtesy of Quentin Lee’s YouTube Channel
Jul 28, 2020 • 6,258,174 views • Thumbs Up 75K / Thumbs Down 738

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Sticking with the hammer theme for a few more moments…

Songwriters Lee Hays’ and Pete Seeger’s “If I Had A Hammer” provides, yet, one more musical nucleus, from which the late Trini Lopez hammers home (also in the best sense of this phrase), a much needed lyrical appeal for justice, freedom and “the love between my (our) brothers and my (our) sisters… all over this land.”

Had everyone been able to take this vital to humanity’s survival message to heart, oh, say, back in 2016, by now, Hillary Clinton would’ve been applying the polish to her second Inaugural Address to America / the World AND it’s highly unlikely that the twin scourge, of Donny-T and Corona-V, would’ve ever wound up sledgehammering the crap out of Democracy and Humanity.

Our RIP wishes to Mr. Lopez, 83, who succumbed from complications of COVID-19 back on 08/11/2020 and our heartfelt condolences to all of his loved ones and dear friends.

Clip courtesy of the rockabillie’s YouTube Channel
Dec 4, 2014 • 952,521 views • Thumbs Up 9.5K / Thumbs Down 189

If you’ve experienced any playback issues above, try your luck over @YouTube via these links:

SongBird
Dr. Lee
Trini Lopez

If you’ve enjoyed this BlogCast and would like to check out past casts, they’re all neatly archived under my homepage Category Menu; clicking onto either BlogCasts or Music will get you to where you wanna be.

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500+ Follows

500 Follows!

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It’s now been 2+ weeks since the WordPress Crew (likely their A-I equivalent) notified me that 500+ of you, who visit and reside within our wonderful WordPress Community, have deemed my content worthy of your precious time; this site worthy of following.

My belated thanks to all! Without you, everything I post would be little more than word documents; read by an audience of (n)one.

My belated apology for my tardiness. My excuse:

I’m neither boastful nor one who pours excessively over analytics that, if taken too seriously, do tend to dehumanize. Rest assured, I’d rather pack it all in and vamoose than to ever view you that way.

Another apology is in order, too. I’ve yet to visit your websites. My excuse:

As a stressed out political blogger I’ve been obsessing, endlessly, to the exclusion of nearly everything else in my “life”, over Donald J. Trump’s slaughtering of humanity and democracy.

His massacre of the body politic, quite literally, hits me where I live. To flesh that out a bit more…

As a sexagenarian, with lifelong respiratory issues, I stand to lose a lot. If SRO hospital ERs forced medicos to triage the gravely ill me, I’d wind up a euthanized, toe-tagged cadaver. That’s why a creepy feeling of dread overwhelms me, each and every time I mask up to go grocery shopping within Donny’s diseased America. It’s at that juncture where / when COVID-19’s 14-day incubation countdown clock gets reset, anew. It’s only after I emerge unscathed at Zero Hour, that can I, once again, breathe a sigh of relief.

And, as of my posting time, there’s a 38-Day Countdown clock, involved, too. It won’t be until January 20, 2021, at 1 minute past High Noon; i.e., once Joe Biden takes his Oath of Office, that I’ll know, for sure, that dog Donny’s bark has been far worse than his bite. Only then, will I be able to breathe freely again.

With all of that virological and ideological shit heaped onto the real America’s “plate”, I’ve been discovering a whole new psychology in play. And that’s helluva lousy way to go thru life.

I do suspect that once the available vaccines start getting administered / prove themselves safe and efficacious AND “Adolf” departs the White House, either of his own volition or dragged out kicking and screeching, that things will start returning to a reasonable level of normal; that I’ll begin reacting to life, accordingly; inclusive of my being a much better WordPress neighbor to you all.

Till then, please be patient with me!

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SNL’s Perfect Comic Coda

“A dad’s (Beck Bennett) Christmas surprise to his family (Timothée Chalamet, Heidi Gardner) isn’t received as he expected.”

Both Clip and set-up quip courtesy of the Saturday Night Live YouTube Channel
• Dec 12, 2020 • 130,174 views • Thumbs Up 8.8K • Thumbs Down 88

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Within a past post, I griped about the crassness of foaming at the mouth, dollar signs flashing in the eyeballs, mad, Madison Avenue admen.

To say the least:

For them to be marketing / huckstering high-end, bloated price-tagged vehicles during an economic downturn is the acme of insensitivity.

To say more:

“This IS 2020 after all! That godforsaken pandemic has been, literally, snuffing out lives and livelihoods. Average Janes and Joes are not making their rent / mortgage payments to keep roofs over their kitchen tables; are having a tough time paying their utility bills to “fire up” the requisite cook tops / ovens to prepare meals for said tables; are purchasing cheapo grub to toss into their cookware that’s being heated up by said contrivances.” [Read Full Post Here]

From my blog: “Do Re Me Fa So La Ti Do?” • Nov 25, 2020 (9:33 am) • Likes 7

To say the most:

Watch the clip, above, or over @YouTube! SNL’s creative geniuses say it all!

Mega Thanks to SNL! Somebody, who can reach a vastly larger audience than I can, needed to unmask the tone deafness of that mad, Madison Avenue admen mentality.

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Masses Mass Murder the Masses

Let’s not bog down this blog with the particulars to this TRUE story; mainly because that’d only divert our attention from the larger issues at hand.

Cutting to the chase scene, science based leader, purely in the interest of public safety / public health, attempts to rein in religious services, a.k.a. the documented, superspreader events of a ferociously contagious, deadly pathogen. Faith based judges rein in said leader with their ruling that his pandemic protocols infringe upon the rights of the people to worship in whatever manner they see fit!

Issues:

  • WTF kind of “religious leaders” would ever file a lawsuit, for the express purpose of winning the right to knowingly sicken / sicken to death their congregants?
  • WTF kind of “judges” would rule in favor of clergymen who, in essence, are little more than premeditated, mass murderers?
  • Whatever happened to the Commandment, Thou Shalt Not Kill?
  • Why would a technically legal judicial ruling not, bare minimum, include an attached caveat to sternly warn the victorious “vicars” that their masses could easily wind up mass murdering the masses!

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Sobering Stats and Somber Settings

This past Friday, U.S. cases of COVID-19 surpassed 11 million and, the following day, the fatalities skyrocketed to and beyond 1 quarter million. On this rainswept Sunday, of the 54.3 million sickened souls, worldwide, 1.3 million wound up sickened to death.

These sobering stats are likely understated, too; i.e., once we factor in the lack of readily available, reliable testing procedures and “our” cold, calculating, greed driven, less than forthcoming national “leaders”.

Alas, this catastrophe needn’t have happened at all.

Had these headstrong heads of state respected our world’s finest scientific minds and proactively, promptly and persistently enlightened everyone, accordingly, we could’ve all been working together to slow the spread of this ferociously communicable, predominantly airborne disease; to halt Corona-V dead in its tracks.

At present, our best defenses remain what they have been all along; shelter at home as much as possible and, when in public, mask-up and socially distance at least two meters / two yards apart.

Being in compliance with these best practices is our moral and civic duty to humanity.

Beyond that, let’s never lose sight of the human side to the above-mentioned stats; namely, how these numbers fail to take into account the oceans of tears shed by [1] the patients who’ve taken their last gasp of oxygen while isolated from their loved ones, [2] the survivors who’ve wound up disabled long haulers, [3] the dedicated medical professionals who, in spite of doing their very best, could not work the life saving miracles and, last but not least, [4] the surviving family members and friends who’ll mourn, forevermore, those who did not make it back home… well… at least not back to their homes found on earth.

2020’s upcoming holiday season is going to be particularly disappointing and, in countless instances, downright heartbreaking.

Social isolating will preclude our gathering around the dinner table, in large numbers, to consume the traditional turkey dinner with all the trimmings. But, lest anyone even begin to consider grousing about that, we must never forget the mourners who’ll be seated within their own dining rooms, tearfully staring across the table at the chairs rendered forever empty by that godforsaken, pitiless virus.

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If YouTube won’t let you PB the Enya clip, above, try viewing it offsite.

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