They were my kinfolk, my people - many of whom I'm still friends with today, though we've scattered across the country, spilling out in different directions as fast as we could once we'd tossed our graduation caps in the air.
Two weeks ago I started posting comic strips from Go Comics each Saturday. I call it Saturday Funnies. The Go Comics Blog has a feature called Meet Your Creator. The most recent installment is about Georgia Dunn the creator of Breaking Cat News. I was really moved by the article and checked her strip out. Here is a strip from earlier this week.
Back in August of last year I ranked the 17 republican candidates for president. the Donald came in 17th.
The only reason why he comes in 6th now is that 11 of the candidates have since dropped out of the race.One of the 16 other candidates was a pro choice republican. I am on the record of stating that I would never again vote for a pro-choice republican. I would be hundreds of times more likely to vote for that candidate than Trump
I don't hate Trump. I just don't trust him.
I don't trust anyones whose go to answer is I'll be great at it.
I don't hate Trump. I just don't respect him.
I cant respect anyone whose answer to those who disagree with him is to deride them.
I get very upset when any of the other candidates when trying to frame the discussion back to Republican versus Democrat state that any republican candidate would be better than Obama, Sanders or Clinton.
It only takes watching 1 debate (and I have watched all but 1 of them) to see that Trump does not have the character to lead this country.
When he is booed which is often. He assumes The people booing are wrong.
In the last debate he took a pot shot at Senator Lindsey Graham of South Carolina who had been out of the race for some time. When booed he attributed it to donors who back Jeb Bush. The truth is he was attacking Graham in a debate in South Carolina, a week before the primary there.
I feel there are many people like me who will never vote for Trump.
But I am afraid there are more people who are willing to go along with who ever secures the nomination.
It has been a while since I have participated in Six Word Saturday at Show My Face. So I have two for the price of one.
We Bought a Jeep on Monday
It has a working cassette player.
We have not owned a cassette player for sometime and once I noticed that we now did. I pulled out my 200 or so cassettes from under my bed and have started listening to them again. I forgot about a lot of the music down there and have decided to post lyrics from songs occasionaly here and if possible videos of said songs at Dave Out Loud.
Today's song comes from Steve Scott a poet/musician whose 1983 album love in the western world contained this gem.
This Sad Music The whales are dying now, hurling themselves upon the beaches black dice reckoned under the sun's watchful gaze There's sweat on the preacher's brow as he talks about damnation. The whales are in love with no one They wanted to die without explanation He mops his brow and quotes Malcolm Muggeridge on - quote - "the collapse of western civilization" - end quote - and the book he waves in the air is as black as whaleskin He urges people to "make their decision" and the whales have made their decision An awful silence surrounds them Like a ruined castle they lie still, passive, beyond explanations Beads of sweat on the preacher's brow like small clear animals clinging to a rock face or like tiny transparent whales flinging themselves from the boiling seas of his eyes into a slow, certain dying The sad music in their brains, a piper's lament from that old castle in the mist-thickened night "FIFTEEN THOUSAND CINEMAS ACROSS THIS LAND, DEPICTING EVERY SEXUAL ACT KNOWN TO THE HUMAN IMAGINATION!" shouts the preacher His voice is a door slamming shut the sea's noise is a vast intake of breath a gesture in a room to break the silence now the whales have broken the silence They are the color of the preacher's harsh words The white foam rushes to embrace them like mother and father The whales do not want to know, and now There are people sprawled on the beaches chained together by "HUMAN IMAGINATION" All the music has bled out of them, drained from the ends of their fingers splashed from the loudspeakers of their wallets And at the end of the service, people walk forward Perhaps it is "the collapse of western civilization" that moves them or the sad music of their slow, certain dying that guides their feet And at the end of this poem a strange light comes off the bodies of the whales gathering up the shadows like driftwood and splashing them against the far walls you would think the shadows would make the words there hard to read However, I find it's at a time like this I see the writing clearest of all (c) Steve Scott 1983
I left this blog behind last year because our family was no longer home educating. And I started a new blog YBD: Your Basic Dave
What I have noticed is despite the fact that I am never here, I get much more traffic here than at my new place. So I have decided to just do a name change on this blog to YBD and start posting here again.
I have already signed up for the A to Z Challenge at YBD so, I will just continue posting there until 5-1. But going forward. I will post all content simulpost if you will here and at YBD.