You May have just survived one of the worst years ever, get set for a more worser one...

Everybody an Editor...

no reporters

all I hear is excuses as to why they are unable to get the story. Where are the gutsy reporters of

yesterday...collectively they all seem to consider themselves to be editors and editorialists and seem

unable to get down in the trenches and do the reporting. Domestically they are content to live on whatever is dribbled to them by the Government, forgetting even to fact check or dig deeper into a

story. On an international level...all I hear is excuses as why they cannot get a story because of

the danger of reportage. We desperately need brave and fearless reporters to supply us all with the

news all of us need to navigate our World, despite the cringing and cowering editors.

 

Give us some news...dammit !

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Despite efforts to keep us down...
By whom knows who...
Despite policy by our own Government that seems designed to keep our economy subdued and the population beholden and dependent on our fearful masters...
Our economy comes roaring back

How many more times can it retain the ability to do this miracle is...
 Anybody's guess

 




















I believe we may be on the verge of finding out just why we see no sign of intelligent life in the Universe...

It might well be that intelligent life just does not last long enough
on a cosmic time scale, if it really ever does develop...
to be detected.

 
It was drilled into Me at a fairly early age that one does not refer to San Francisco as "Frisco". I was told that the locals take offense at their city to be being so called, so I never do, despite San Francisco having sent a perfect horror, like Nancy Pelosi to Congress to inflict her onerous brand of liberalism upon us all.

I also never refer to Los Angeles as LA. The locals there, having the collective I.Q. of a corporate committee, seem to take no offense at LA, I prefer the more Formal Los Angeles. No one seems to have the time or inclination to use the full name of that place.

I was born in Fort Dodge and I never refer to it as Dodge, the Fort, Fat Dog, Fort Dirty, Little Chicago, or the ever popular "armpit of Iowa". Iowa must be an insect or arachnid...as it apparently has 6 or 8 armpits. To refer to your town as "The Armpit" really doesn't narrow it down very much.
So that is not how I roll...that is (the more formal) how I am. 

( though Clinton and Keokuk qualify for the armpit  of Iowa status, they are known as The Nipple on the teat of Iowa and the Canker on the...uh, dangling member of Iowa, respectively. )

           


Keep every little thing in perspective

Glassware in window

World War 3
started some time
ago...
with a whimper
not a bang

time marches on
 dark forces are gathering
prepare to stand...
or fade

If these forces are not confronted
and neutralized, and soon...
billions may die
  



All those millions of people...linked arm in arm

 

All those heads of state...

 

all those World leaders... standing in solidarity

 

against Terrorism...

 

Where was the United States of America ?

 

Shameful shameful 

 

Apparently, as that editor said,

 

We prefer to "Live on our Knees"

 

 

 

 

and cower

 

 

To belatedly send in our tired old (but tall)

Secretary of State

and have a tired old James Taylor sing

"You have a friend"

just does not have the same ring as

to link arms, march and say,

 

"lafayette We are Here"