Happy New Year… If You Want It

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There’s an especially soul-searching song, which gets frequently aired and streamed during each year-ending holiday season; aptly titled Happy Xmas.

In the time it takes for a scant, human inhalation and exhalation, John Lennon, Yoko Ono and the teamed Harlem Community / Children’s Choirs present the problem and offer up the (conditional) solution; all neatly, lyrically summed up within these scant seven words:

“War is over if you want it.” [full lyrics here]

John Lennon / Yoko Ono • c1971

As we know, all too well… wars, are not necessarily of the literal “rockets red glare”, “bombs bursting in air”, shoot ‘em out variety.

In words and deeds, such confrontations wind up “duking it out” as shouting matches taking place on metaphorical battlefields, alas, regrettably of human-UN-kind’s own making.

Let’s briefly flush and flesh them out…

  • Microbially: Humanity v. Corona-V
  • Ideologically: Progressives v. MAGA Maniacs
  • Environmentally: Cool Ecologists v. Hot Headed Deniers
  • Socioeconomically: Dirt Poor Impoverished v. Obscenely Wealthy
  • Racially/Culturally: People of Color v. White Supremacysts (not a typo)

This distills down to… whether or not humanity gets conquered. Without a concerted cooperative spirit, We WILL lose that war; what few “survivors” that may still exist becoming an endangered species, heading towards extinction. However, the dismal doomsday scenario need not play out IF:

  • Microbially: We stop fighting each other; let science referee us.
  • Ideologically: We tell Trumpers to shove Fascism up their asses.
  • Environmentally: We all concur it’s high time to clean up our act.
  • Socioeconomically: We finally put an end to class war / casteism.
  • Racially/Culturally: We evaluate others only as being good or bad

If that’s not a sufficiently convincing presentation… doubters must ask themselves:

  • Microbially: Do you really want to be conquered by a mindless microbe?
  • Ideologically: Does a Fascist’s asphyxiating choke hold really turn you on?
  • Environmentally: Do you really wanna get blown away by freakish storms?
  • Socioeconomically: Who are you to deny any human being a decent life?
  • Racially/Culturally: Can you not grasp how, deep down, we’re all the same?

You may have noticed the liberal usage of the word We. That’s because We is Key to establishing the very cooperative spirit necessary to motivate people.

To encourage humanity to take that first baby step upon the high road to a grown-up, civil society.

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

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Sheep and Donkeys

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Seeing how, within my homeland (the rapidly shedding greatness U.S. of A.), a couple chunks of our populace have been adopting mannerisms consistent with common barnyard animals (namely sheep and donkeys), I cannot help but worry about America’s future.

I sure hope that this affinity for pastoral settings is not permanently modifying that “A” component to read the U.S. of Apathetic, or worse yet, the U.S. of Asshats (or if you’d prefer, the more vulgar “A” variant).

Either way, that would mean that getting the upper hand on today’s burning issues at hand, oh, say, global warming, the pandemic, a certain orange fascistic freak and his insurrectionist cultists, socioeconomic inequity / injustice, police brutality, gun violence / mass murders, misogyny, xenophobia, etc. just ain’t gonna happen.

Yet, as I just re-read those above three paragraphs I could not help but wonder why I’m even blogging onward; especially when my efforts are mostly getting deaf eared? I mean, is it time for me to become an unbecoming member of that flock of sheeple, too? Time to forsake any further efforts to battle those societal scourges? Hmm… if yes… that’d certainly simplify my life as a WP blogger.

But, what would I blog about, instead?

I know… I KNOW… I could report the lowdown re an especially localized current event! Yes, indeed, allow me to try on my new sheep’s wool blogger’s cap for size…

As any dishwasher can attest, when anything made of glass accidentally hits the linoleum, it’s not a pretty sight (or sound, too, for that matter).

Yet, that pretty much sums up what nearly went down in my kitchen, earlier this new day, when the Frisbee sized / shaped bowl I had knocked off the counter, had other “ideas”. Indeed, it did wind up flying several feet away, HOWEVER…

Instead of the expected crashing, cracking and shards scattering sound effects (to be Foley artist enhanced in post production), there was this muted plop when it made a picture perfect, no damage done, landing into the nearby plastic bucket, which I had used to mop the kitchen floor last night.

I only mention this because were I to ever intentionally attempt to fling a bowl into a bucket, I seriously doubt I could ace it on the first try. In fact, I’d guesstimate my chances of ever accomplishing such a feat (in one take) to be one in a zillion; if even that. (For the precise odds, just ask any nearby idled actor, who doth a credible Mr. Spock impression).

I can now kinda, sorta sense what it must feel like to Hail Mary a basketball; i.e., totally pull off the full court, game winning buzzer beater (sound effects to be Foley artist enhanced, too, in post production).

So my readers and visitors, what do ya think? Should I hang on to my sheep’s wool blogging hat? Or head back to the heavily land-mined / booby-trapped Trumpian trenches?

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

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Going To Bed Without Supper

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As a long in the tooth blogger; one who (definitely) got injured into ill-timed retirement and (perhaps) is en route to insolvency and homelessness; my posted (oft sharp toothed) prose and poetry is known to rage against the rampant, rampaging socioeconomic injustice; which, not unlike Covid-19, is debilitating and decimating our global society.

There have been few of my life’s eras where I’ve not branded my modus operandi tireless; be such roles playpen tyke / “cul-de-sac roads” scholar (ha ha?) / workaday grunt / family caregiver / pandemic “umpire”. Even so, the deeply DNA ingrained, biological need for sleep, sooner or later, doth catch up with me. Such was the case just yesterday, late afternoon.

Keeping odd lockdown hours, it was inevitable that arrhythmic biorhythms / sleep deprivation would overwhelm me; so much so, that by the time I had pried open my Sandman gritted eyes, it was well into this new day’s wee hours. Yet, even then, I merely rolled over, groggily, to grab a few more Z’s, which, eventually, ushered me into daybreak (and more mind’s ache).

Once seated at this a.m.’s dining room table, I offered, upward, thanks for my own home cooking’s nutritional gifts, which I was about to receive. It was upon digging in, that I discovered my having slept thru dinnertime had afforded me a greater appreciation for breaking the fast. To actually feel hunger pangs’ onset had even added flavor to what, ordinarily, could’ve been summarily dismissed as ho-hum cuisine.

Ergo, unless your physician would advise you not to occasionally fast, I’d highly encourage you to do so, too.

Additionally, skipping a meal can help serve up these following truths:

“Food Insecurity: The state of being without reliable access to a sufficient quantity of affordable, nutritious food; ‘more than 800 million people live every day with hunger or food insecurity as their constant companion’”

Google Search Definition • May 8, 2021

“Each day, 25,000 people, including more than 10,000 children, die from hunger and related causes. Some 854 million people worldwide are estimated to be undernourished, and high food prices may drive another 100 million into poverty and hunger.”

General Google Search • May 8, 2021

Obviously, for the closing in on One Billion Souls, going to bed without supper (breakfast and lunch, too), is an everyday, way of life (what life?). Hence, if you’re able to donate to charities that feed the hungry, please do so.

I’d do so, too, were it not for my overwhelming worries that [1] tax breaks that benefit ONLY my homeland’s obscenely wealthy will forever take precedence over hikes to retirees’ Social Security benefits and [2] my own economic downfall just might be closer than I think.

To say the very least… current policies and laws fall far, Far, FAR short of securing a decent life for folks put out to pasture (such as moi).

To say more… Well, I had better not go there. After all, I do want to keep this post’s language family friendly.

BTW, my apologies, in advance, for crying into my coffee.

Note to Self: Considering your site’s traffic, the risk of bumming out your reader(s) will be minimal.

Again, no tears, merely keeping everything real. And speaking of keeping everything real…

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

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