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The Graveyard of Dreams

Posted: November 17, 2013 in Blitherings, Creative Writing

Rusty.  An old, rusty, clunky piece of abandoned equipment, of indeterminate purpose and uncertain origin.  Something you might find abandoned next to a ramshackle barn, choked with weeds and waist-high grass.  It once, clearly, must have served some mighty purpose, some grand, whirring, chugging, kalloomping kathumping purpose full of a barely restrained yet resolute determination to forge ahead, to bend the power of combustion and kinetic energy towards some meaningful end.

Now it sits, rusting and forgotten, except perhaps by some eccentric photographer who vagabonds around the country on a shoestring budget with a care-worn but sturdy camera looking for just the right images of Old America for his next coffee table book.

That’s my writing.  I feel like it once had some steam, some momentum, some sense of energetic purpose that propelled me forward, that spun the gears and flywheels and great kalloomphing belts and pistons and shuddering steel of my creative engine.  Now…spiderwebs.  Nettles and foxglove and morning glory binding the gears and clogging the pistons.

But, maybe, one day some young grandson of the farmer comes to visit, a boy of 9-ish, still young enough to be entranced by the possibilities of maybe, possessed of an imagination not yet worn down by a cynical world that demands everything must be as it seems.  A young man, bored with the rambling discourse of adults, who escapes to a refuge in the fascinating graveyard of old farm equipment and a tumbledown barn full of the mystique of the ancient.

He wanders, bored at first, among the castoffs of another era, the mechanical legacies of a world modern technology has left behind. Wading through rough, country grass, burrs and prickles clinging to his city clothes, he climbs up into the long-abandoned cab and sits in the dark leather seat worn smooth and brittle from years of use and disuse.  The levers and knobs and pedals and dials all portend tasks of such amazing complexity that surely only an elite few could every have truly mastered them!  Suddenly the hazy view through the cracked and dirty windshield fades from its unimaginative vista of old clotheslines and a sagging back porch, instantly transformed with vivid clarity into a churning bustle of activity as the mighty engine roars to life and a great spinning clockwork of gears and gyroscopes and crackling, steam-vented energy begins to drive the great beast forward.

In his young mind’s eye grand swathes of wheat fall before the mighty threshers!  Towering mountains of earth and ore crumble and are subdued by the heaving, belching monstrosity which clanks and grinds and lurches forward, unstoppable in a single-minded devotion driven by diesel and steam and the unquenchable imagination of a 9-year-old boy released from the shackles of a plodding, safe and predictable course of instruction by bored teachers and mindless administrators.

His sentence to a boring summer with his grandparents has been commuted, his pardon provided by the latent magic of rusting red steel and the warm smell of afternoon sun on fields of ripening grass, by a wind heavy with an incense of sun-baked earth and time-worn wood and hay and leather, by the cool escape promised by an abandoned barn’s seemingly fathomless interior.

The great machine is at first a mighty tank rolling over the trenches of a hated and fearsome enemy, then a great harvester gathering in food for a hungry nation, next a magnificent machine worthy of Captain Nemo boring cavernous holes deeper and deeper into the earth in search of elusive treasure and undiscovered civilizations hidden at the center of the world.

I’m trying to be that boy again, to reclaim that young mind, untrammeled by expectations and restrictions and preconceptions.  To see beyond the rust, to give the machine new life, to believe in the power of make-believe to create a new reality.  To reclaim a lost sense of grandeur and magnificence and simple, innocent optimism that so often gets smothered beneath the weeds and dust and thousand other things that can clutter up a life, sometimes.

I want to hear that engine roar to life once more, to see the pistons churn and the smokestack belch forth great gouts of steam, to feel the thrumming might of some pawing, stamping beast pulling at the traces, eager to plunge forward toward a task it was born and bred to perform.

I want to bring the machine back to life.

I’ve found that there is so much going on in the world today, about which my own loud-mouth self will simply not shut up, and spamming my Facebook friends and relatives with partisan hooey may not always be the best course of action.

So.

While I cannot guarantee how often I will be able to post anything, given the hurricane of activity my life is, and the festering pile of steaming excrement it may become shortly, I am going to fire this thing back up.

Hopefully I can regain a few of the readers I have so callously shunned over the last however the hell long it’s been; but regardless, there’s just too much angsty froth boiling up within me, and I’ve just gots to gives it some release.

So, there ya go. For what it’s worth.

Life is kicking me in the scrotum.  Wearing track cleats.  So…yeah.

This year I resolved not to make resolutions.  I resolved not to resolve, but rather, to DO.  So, one of my not-resolutions is to get back into the blog business, and start posting more regularly.  Maybe even try to build this site traffic back up from more than just you seven hard-core fanatics who still seem to swing by semi-regularly.

So.  I’ve culled through my blogroll and purged quite a few of the links.  Basically if the blog was a dead link, just plain dead, or hadn’t posted anything in a year or so, it went by-by.  I also dropped a few that I had just because, but never actually read, or if I did read at one time, have so changed their focus or format that I don’t any more.   Generally, if you link to me, I’ll probably link ya back, unless you blog exclusively about cats or unicorns or something; in which case, the likelihood of you actually linking me in the first place is pretty slim, so it’s probably not an issue.

If you want a link  just post a comment saying so, and I’ll check out yer site.

My goal is to lighten things up a bit, but still keep my hand in with the politcal commentary and general social whinging and gritching.   If you’re willing to stop by, I want to give you something worthwhile to read while you’re here. 

So. with that blathering aside, perhaps I’ll get on with it!

Hypocrisy, thy name is Democrat.

Posted: January 5, 2012 in Blitherings

You know, for all the froth and high dudgeon we had to endure for the better part of eight years as the Left carried on about Bush/Cheney and Haliburton, cronyism, etc., I have to wonder what we’re going to here out of Media Matters and Code Pink about Obama’s unconstitutional “recess” appointments of three of his Big Labor cronies to the NLRB?

What would Michael Moore and Jeneanne Garafalo have had to say if Bush had said that Congress was essentially irrlevant, and if they got in his way, he’d just do what he wanted anyway via Presidential Executive Orders, and like it, bitches?

Or, you know, had Bush taken a $4 million Hawaii vacation for the whole family while the rest of us struggled with upwards of 15% unemployment?

Hmm. I guess we’ll never know, will we?

How Obama’s ‘Other Half’ Lives

Census data shows 48 percent of Americans are either “poor” or “near poor,” the Associated Press reported yesterday, perplexing everyday people and delighting the nation’s harshest critics here and abroad.

The AP story implied this staggering news was the result of deteriorating economic conditions. In fact, though, the number of “near poor” Americans increased dramatically because the Obama administration dramatically (but quietly) changed the official definition of poverty.

Traditionally, a U.S. household was considered “low income” or “near poor” if it had income below 200 percent of the official poverty income thresholds. The Obama administration has raised those income thresholds and thereby transformed the way the government measures poverty and near poverty.

Under President Obama’s new definitions, a family of four in Oakland is “near poor” if their annual pre-tax income is less than $89,700 plus medical insurance. In metropolitan Washington, D.C., the near-poverty line became $80,500. In New York, it’s now $78,500; in Boston, $68,900; and Chicago, $68,600.

Now, one would think that, after three years in office, a President would take pains to minimize the reported numbers of poor in his country, as this unfortunate statistic could be laid firmly at his feet.  Ah, yes but.  IF it is a fundamental component of your social agenda to highlight how many distressed, poor, disenfranchised, needy, hurting people there are in the country who are desperately in need of your federally-funded social programs, well then perhaps you’d want to spin the numbers a different way.

People dependent on a government for their subsistence are, in fact, dependent on the government.  They are beholden to the people who control their income. And as such, are that much more susceptible to influence, coercion and control.

Obama is pushing with everything he has to implement more and more “social controls” on our society.  Re-branding the middle-class as “near poor” greatly widens the pool of proles to whom he can refer when justifiying both his war on “the rich”, and progressive and onerous taxation to fund all these programs for the poor.

Tea Party vs OWS

Posted: December 9, 2011 in Blitherings

Yeah, what HE said.

Via Retired Geezer

 

Do Crosses at Catholic University Violate “Human Rights” of Muslims?

“The complaint was filed by John Banzhaf, an attorney and professor at George Washington University Law School. Banzhaf has been involved in previous litigation against the school involving the same-sex residence halls. He also alleged in his complaint involving Muslim students that women at the university were being discriminated against. You can read more on those allegations by clicking here.

Banzhaf said some Muslim students were particularly offended because they had to meditate in the school’s chapels “and at the cathedral that looms over the entire campus – the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception.”

Don’t think for one minute that this isn’t part of a long-running agenda to impose Muslim influence in all areas of American life.  When Muslims talk about religious freedom, they mean freedom to worship Allah unimpeded by the distracting influences of other faiths.  Their religion CAN NOT BE ecumenical.  It’s an all or nothing game for them, and if we play by their rules, we lose.

“It may not be illegal, but it suggests they are acting improperly and probably with malice,” he said. “They do have to pray five times a day, they have to look around for empty classrooms and to be sitting there trying to do Muslim prayers with a big cross looking down or a picture of Jesus or a picture of the Pope  is not very conductive to their religion.”

Here’s a thought my Muslim friends  – If you are a bothered by Catholic “imagery” and don’t want to “have” to pray in a Catholic chapel….DON’T GO TO A CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY!

That’s what we, in this country, call freedom.  You can go to whatever school you want.  So go find one that doesn’t get your burqa  in a bunch, mkay?

“‘Iron snail’ inspires new armor”

I think it’s great how much modern science can learn from the natural world. Our best analytical minds finding amazing “engineering” feats in what are billed as “random adaptations.” Accidents. Iterative changes based solely on survival of the fittest.

And yet, once again, they seem constrained to use anthropomorphic language to describe these amazing “designs.”

“Nature generally uses really weak materials but arranges them in a geometry that amplifies their mechanical properties,” said Ortiz.

So, Nature is “using” materials and “arranging” them in a pattern “designed” or “intended” to amplify their mechanical properties.

Isn’t it just a tad intellectually dishonest to attribute will, purpose, and intent, while maintaining that there is no intelligent force behind it all? How do you continually leap those mental hurdles every day and not end up laughing at yourself?

‘Cuz, lord knows, I’M laughing at you.

There’s a telling line from an old Rush song, which says, “If you chose not to decide, you still have made a choice.” Truer words were never spoken. Refusing to stand on the strengths of your convictions is simply deciding to let someone else make the decision for you.

“Pro-life nurse forced to assist an abortion”
http://hotair.com/archives/2009/12/12/pro-life-nurse-forced-to-assist-an -abortion

“Cenzon-DeCarlo reminded her supervisors of her religious objections, but was told that if she did not participate, she would be charged with “insubordination and patient abandonment,” which could result in disciplinary action and the possible loss of her job and nursing license”

This was a reprehensible decision on the part of the hospital, and I think it’s pretty clear from the article that she’s probably got pretty solid grounds for legal action, either statutory or on the basic of “religious” discrimination. if it had been a Muslim potentially being “forced” to slice ham in a Supermarket deli, I think we all know which way it would have gone. However.

While I certainly sympathize with this woman’s struggle, and given the job market these days, facing the loss of income has to incredibly compelling. All that aside, she was only “forced” to assist in performing an abortion in that she was “forced” to chose between assisting in the termination of a pregnancy, which she believed to be killing a child, and the loss of her job.

She chose to keep her job.