blue skies
Early, black coffee and solitude outside on 7H porch, a snap of everything beyond the porch rail and south of me: green navigation light this side of Davis Point, red near and to my right, the red flashing light atop the tower.
TAFB warplanes filled the sky with a roar as I wrote this, and as someone once said, "Is there a Red Star on the tail? No? Then what's the problem?!" Among numerous blessings, were it not for Tyndall Field, as it was called when we were young together, the peninsula across from me and out to Davis Point now would be covered every inch with high rises like unto the Destin blasphemy and the outrage that is PCB. No, I love the jets and all they stand for.
What's discouraging then? The articles I read - - determined to stop reading them because there ain't a damn thing I can do about it except move on, nothing to see here, move on - - bringing history into its rightful present, that every democracy in its time fades into authoritarianism. Apparently because when all is said and done, examined and explained, that's what the people want, the victory of our own hatreds, our Triumph of the Will. Germany is on its way back to the Fourth Reich, Poland far along, other democracies; Russia's post-USSR democracy didn't last even one generation. Across Europe the right wing hate that is extreme nationalism and xenophobia grows by the hour and in time shamefully will triumph.
And now America dividing, devolving before our eyes and in our presence and by our will into the worst that men can become: by the 2076 tricentennial, what our founding fathers envisioned will no longer be even so much as a dream, but will have been translated into a living nightmare where skies are blue, lies are true, and slogans rule as Work Makes Free. Lies are Truth when pigs gobble up and swallow whatever rubbish is fed them. And as someone wrote, it doesn't have to be a big lie, medium-size lies are good enough or even, as we are seeing, a repetitive multitude of tiny pointless little lies. God help us, but our God again will not save, as our history shows, and always will, that any decent God withdraws in horror from the evil that we humans are in our inner souls, and the hatreds that we do to each other.
Church? Even the Church soothes itself back to slumber with its circular mantra of sin, penitence, absolution, go and sin no more; and that will happen now yet once again in its historic patriarchal obsession with sex, and its ongoingness of perpetual, unspeakable evil. Sin against a child is unforgivable. Doctrine and dogma to the rubbish bin, no one's God, much less God's self-presumed vicarate, can forgive sin against a child. Better that a millstone ... .
"Granddaddy," my beloved little grandson once pled to me from a sad child's face after I'd scolded him for some infraction, "if I could see a smile I could be happy again."
Me too, Nicholas.
... this fragile earth, our island home - -
every day is beautiful.
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“Our great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more likely to be honest than a clever man, and our politicians take advantage of this prejudice by pretending to be even more stupid than nature made them.”
― New Hopes for a Changing World
“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”
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Arriving from Progreso, container ship Guadalupe nearing Courtney Point this morning 2018.0915.0639 Central Time
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