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From the mind boggling depths of the Primordial Soup, to my Ancestors the Baby Chimps, the Baby Sea Crustaceans the Baby Lizards and to Everyone of you I say…































Version 2




آپ کا شکریہ











Tapadh leat

Kea leboha


All translations are from Google translate

except miigwechiwi’ here

photo-on-1-11-17-at-6-49-pmThe words live together on one page as we can on one Earth.




Spirit Willing Flesh Weak


“Honest conviction is my courage; the Constitution is my guide.” Andrew Johnson

“The goal to strive for is a poor government but a rich people.” Andrew Johnson 

“An honorable defeat is better than a dishonorable victory.” –Millard Fillmore

“The man who ca look upon a crisis without being willing to offer himself upon the altar of his country is not for public trust.” –Millard Fillmore

The storm of frenzy and faction must inevitably dash ithself in vain against the unshaken rock of the Constitution.” –Franklin Pierce

“Whoever controls the volume of money in any country is the absolute master of all industy and commerce.” –James Garfield

“A man is known by the company he keeps, and also by the company from which he is kept out.” –Grover Cleveland

We Americans have no commission from God to police the world.” –Benjamin Harrison

“If it were not for the reporters, I would tell you the truth.” –Chester Arthur

“To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.” –Theodore Roosevelt

‘My God, this is a hell of a job! I have no trouble with my enemies…but my damn friends, they’re the ones that keep me walking the floor nights.” –Warren Harding

“Character is the only secure foundation of the state.” –Calvin Coolidge

“A splendid storehouse of integrity and freedom has been bequeathed to us by our forefathers. In this day of confusion, of peril to liberty, our high duty is to see that this storehouse is not robbed of its contents.” –Herbert Hoover

“We need not fear the expression of ideas-we do need to fear their suppression.”

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“I repair to the post assigned me with no other discouragement than what springs from my own inadequacy to its high duties. If I do not sink under the weight of this deep conviction it is because I find some support in a consciousness of the purposes and a confidence in the principles which I bring with me into this arduous service. To cherish peace and friendly intercourse with all nations having correspondent dispositions; to maintain sincere neutrality toward belligerent nations; to prefer in all cases amicable discussion and reasonable accommodation of differences to a decision of them by an appeal to arms; to exclude foreign intrigues and foreign partialities, so degrading to all countries and so baneful to free ones; to foster a spirit of independence too just to invade the rights of others, too proud to surrender our own, too liberal to indulge unworthy prejudices ourselves and too elevated not to look down upon them in others.”  James Madison

“The dangers of a concentration of all power in the general government of a confederacy so vast as ours are too obvious to be disregarded.”  Franklin Pierce

“The only legitimate right to govern is an express grant of power from the governed.”  William Henry Harrison

“No government is perfect. One of the chief virtues of a democracy, however, is that its defects are always visible and under democratic processes can be pointed out and corrected.”  Harry S. Truman

“You cannot extend the mastery of government over the daily life of a people without somewhere making it master of people’s souls and thoughts.… Every step in that direction poisons the very roots of liberalism. It poisons political equality, free speech, free press, and equality of opportunity. It is the road not to more liberty but to less liberty.”  Herbert Hoover

“The national will is the supreme law of the Republic, and on all subjects within the limits of his constitutional powers should be faithfully obeyed by the public servant.”  Martin Van Buren

“No system of government can or should be imposed upon one nation by any other. That does not lessen my commitment, however, to governments that reflect the will of the people. Each nation gives life to this principle in its own way, grounded in the traditions of its own people. America does not presume to know what is best for everyone, just as we would not presume to pick the outcome of a peaceful election. But I do have an unyielding belief that all people yearn for certain things: the ability to speak your mind and have a say in how you are governed; confidence in the rule of law and the equal administration of justice; government that is transparent and doesn’t steal from the people; the freedom to live as you choose. Those are not just American ideas, they are human rights, and that is why we will support them everywhere. Now, there is no straight line to realize this promise. But this much is clear: governments that protect these rights are ultimately more stable, successful and secure.”  Barack Obama


In the late 1800’s What was good for Dole Pineapple was good for the country.

In the early 1900’s What was good for the stock market was good for the country.

Mid 1900’s What was good for General Motors was good for the country.

Today What is good for Homeland Security is good for the country.

Source: flyermay

Our history is defined by war.


When will we learn?

I have faith in people, that faith will never end. As citizens we must demonstrate to the political parties that we will not put up with their shenanigans any longer.

Our cabal of lawmakers both local and federal have acted illegally less than honestly in this election.

They have become corrupt and continue to blame the American people. I say enough.

We need to audit this system and make the necessary changes.

Neither party is above the Will of the People. We just have to exercise that Will.

As always the rhetoric is inspirational.


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Just a thought

Source: Cene Kanse

How is it done?

Source: David Lessig

Bill of Rights Wikipedia

Photos from IE Image search. Lack of source links is my fault.

A call…..

I am calling on all Liberals and Progressives to purchase guns. Yup purchase every firearm and all the ammo you can find. Learn how to use it and safely store it.

Practice makes perfect


We need a national movement to scare the hell out of some of these pizzagate dupes.


Nothing will terrify the “Alt-Right” (Racist Bastards) more than a well trained, well armed Progressive Posse


Heck we know what’s coming so why wait


Purchase guns, join the NRA and find work at Conservative radio and blogs. It’s time for progressives to take the country back.


We had eight years of the Presidency and it’s only the beginning. Let’s continue this roll by doing our daily diligence of Love and Caring while taking over gun ownership, the NRA and Conservative Talk Radio. -Yes We Can.


Progressives and Liberals are being attacked 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Yeah we know what’s coming.

Buy a gun, learn how to use it. Join the NRA and work at talk radio. It’s a steep hill but we must climb it to win. Nothing better than a challenge and this might be the greatest challenge.


For your consideration: The Past Is Prologue



(Ripped from YouTube thanks Posters!)


The Hollow Men

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us-if at all-not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.


Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer-

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom


This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.


Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

-TS Elliot



My Sensei detached from the ceiling and climbed down the wall

Clamoring with a spirit to share the divine

Turning into a pool on the floor for-

-ming into a radio

It began in its broken up scratchy voice

“WKAL AM on the 8’s.”

Spinning the latest tunes of separation anxiety

Red State Blue State Who State Boo State.”

Ba Ba Bah Baah

“And now for the weather….

The wedge has almost completed its task

Fussy about your neighbors and your controllers

Us against them and them, them us and them, them them and us

Zooming into the five o’clock hour

Hey slow down for that wreck on southbound I343

Lotta rubber neckers!! Haha”

The radio re-pooled and flowed out the door.


Impromptu Friends

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My boss was an oversized hothead who liked to yell and fight. He also owned the company. When I arrived at work early in the morning the first thing I was told was that I wasn’t worth shit and I better get to work or else. “We got number 3 loaded and you’ll have to take it up to Marathon Key, you better be there by seven.”

Enough said.

For a nineteen year old living in the Florida Keys fear was probably the best motivator.

Loading the truck was easy, use the jitney to lift the pallets onto the truck. This day 3 pallets loaded with 50 pound bags of concrete. I’d have to unload them by hand. Mr X had that truck loaded by 4am. He made sure to load the pallets as close to the cab as possible, he did have a sense of humor.

The truck in the photo above is in better shape than the truck I had to drive. Later I fried the clutch.

I grind the gears to find first. Mr X looks at me like it’s my last day on Earth. Jerking out of the driveway, I’m on the road. US1 A1A straight up to Marathon Key. I was coming from Summerland. Summerland Key is a small key between Big Pine and Cudjoe about 20 miles southwest of Marathon.

Getting up to speed was the longest part of the drive. The bridges were narrow. This story takes place before the upgrades. With the windows rolled down, AM radio loud, the smell of rotting seaweed flowing into the cab I was cruising at a steady 45mph. A couple of slow downs were enough to remind me of the weight I carried. It was early, traffic was sparse but it didn’t make the bridges any easier. While on the bridge the lane offered little room for a truck. If another truck happened to enter the opposite end. You had to make a choice either hug the railing and risk scraping or try to stay centered and risk slapping mirrors with the other truck. That’s another story.

I reached the 7 mile bridge and my stomach tightened up. The ocean was on my right and the gulf on my left. I rolled on and after about 5 minutes a car was parked in the lane. I slowed down and came to a stop behind it. There was a man passed out in the car. You get kind of used to seeing the unusual here. I knocked on the window a couple of times and no response. Cars started to back up. Someone with a CB radio made a connection with the highway patrol. The police prowler pushed its way through the small crowd of tourists, workers and fishermen. All parked and having a bit of a chat while the scene was sorted out. One officer checked on the driver the other started to move the small party of impromptu friends to their vehicles.

“He’s alive just passed out.” The officer in charge of the car stated loudly.

Good to know.

The cars pulled away. We all returned to our normal programming. I ground the gears and started to move. I arrived at the job site around 7:30 knowing that I’d hear about it. No one was there. A moment of luck. I started to unload and others arrived. The truck unloaded, by hand, I headed back to the shop.


The incinerator plant was located in the Florida Keys. It’s a place where garbage trucks and homeowners could drop of home and yard waste. It was called a dump. Household waste was burned there and as it burned some escaped into the atmosphere as smoke and some as ash which was removed and buried into a landfill. Optimal incineration temperature is 1800 degrees Fahrenheit. As the waste burned the ash was moved with a series of sliding grates. As it moved through the furnace it dropped into a “quench tank” a long, tank filled with brackish water. The ash would settle onto the bottom and a conveyor would drag it out of the tank and onto a dump truck. Then to be transported to the top of the hill. “Mount Basura” a man made pile of ash and nonburnable household waste, kept under little control by a bulldozer.

One thing you do learn at the dump is an appreciation for the power of hydraulics. Most of the equipment and the furnaces were powered by the pressurized oil of hydraulics. Metal powered by hydraulics doesn’t stop with human interference.

Inside a big barn was the tipping floor where garbage trucks and vehicles were emptied. Once on the floor the men would pull out large pieces of metal, wire and anything that would not burn. Hosting an almost continuous ten foot high hill of garbage the air would get pretty thick in the south Florida heat. Human operated heavy vehicles called bucket loaders were used to separate and transport the waste to the incinerator.

It was a standard input output operation. Garbage in Garbage out as they say. Though not sustainable it was well before recycling became a necessity.

One thing those who worked there agreed on was that everything ended up at the dump.

Here is one of those things.

Early Tuesday morning, as typical, the garbage trucks came to dump their morning’s collection onto the tipping floor. The day progressed; Dump, separate. burn.

A truck with an anxious crew came rolling in. The two collectors jumped out and approached us.

One said “I think something’s alive in the back.” He grabbed a hold of the handle to open to compactor and push the garbage out. Slowly the back started to lift the garbage began to fall out. He continued.

“Something’s whining, sounds almost like a baby.” One of the fears garbage men face everyday is to find a human or something living in the trash. You could see the fear and a little panic on his face. He had the impossible task of pushing the garbage out as delicately as possible.

We all heard the moan. Carefully we separated the trash. Push, crash and separate. The fall from the top of the truck to the floor was about fifteen feet. It was another risk we had to put that living creature through. As we got closer to the mystery the moan changed into a whine. Somewhat relieved we realized it wasn’t human and we continued methodically through the trash.

My coworker said. “Found it.” He found a small, dark plastic bag it wiggled just a little bit. We cleared the area as Al gingerly opened the bag. Inside was a small black and brown puppy tied tightly with wire. We stood in shock.

While we looked on Charles and Al unwound the puppy. Finally free of the wires we could see the dog was in terrible shape. Charles wrapped the pup in a towel and amidst much concern,  Al and the puppy took off for the vets. We went back to, watchfully, separating the garbage and discussing theories, motivations and frustrations. Soon we were through and the next truck was rolling in.

Eventually Al returned without the dog. He left the dog, by request of the vet, overnight at the clinic. He told us that the puppy had internal injuries and needed some stitches. Later on we found out that the internal injuries weren’t fatal and the only long term damage was the puppy would be blind in one eye

A month later beaming with the pride of a father Al introduced us to Lucky a very happy and playful puppy.