“Please Stay Safe!” Who the fuck says that? While talking to a Reporter in Middle of the Middle East! “Please stay safe!” Fuck you! Looking at you CNN I have lived in the Middle East! There is no ‘Safe.’
Just my feeble attempt to pay in my humble way… to try to pay proper tribute to the memory of a Great, Brave American Veteran…
“Medgar Wiley Evers (July 2, 1925 – June 12, 1963) was an American civil rights activist in Mississippi, the state’s field secretary for the NAACP, and a World War II veteran who had served in the United States Army. He worked to overturn segregation at the University of Mississippi, end the segregation of public facilities, and expand opportunities for African Americans, which included the enforcement of voting rights.”
“Evers was assassinated in 1963 by Byron De La Beckwith, a member of the White Citizens’ Council in Jackson, Mississippi. This group was formed in 1954 in Mississippi to resist the integration of schools and civil rights activism. As a veteran, Evers was buried with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery. His murder and the resulting trials inspired civil rights protests; his life and these events inspired numerous works of art, music, and film. All-white juries failed to reach verdicts in the first two trials of Beckwith in the 1960s. He was convicted in 1994 in a new state trial based on new evidence.”
Text Credit: Wikipedia
Appreciate what a Wonderful, Rich, Sometimes Sad, Heritage We Share.
“I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
(Ed. Note: This Post has kinda Gone off the Rails & morph’d into an Annie Lennox bit)
Sorry. Not Sorry.
In most things Politic, I list heavily to Starboard. But at other times I list slightly to Port.
My Ship Never straddles
The ‘Safe’ Middle.
I am ‘Complicated.’ As are all ‘Thinking People.’
I am delirious with pain right now.
Ignore me. Wish I had some of the ‘good’ drugs…
Ed. Note: I know I have promised BOTH of My Faithful Readers to write some longer, better, substantial Shit, But This Screwed-up neck of mine, along with the accompanying pain makes it almost unbearable to bend over this ‘IBM Selectric’ Typewriter
for more than a few minutes at a time.
Now, returning to the subject meat of this matter,
(“More Matter, Less Art.”–Thank you Gertrude)
Was there a ‘subject’ ?? Oh Yeah. Right vs. Left Spy vs. Spy Yin vs. Yang Peas vs. Carrots Madness
My Adventure in trying to get published:
I forgot I had left a glass of wine in the ‘head’ (Navy parlance for ‘Bathroom’); now I have a platoon ofDrunk Gnats…
…to add to my list of shit I must deal with.
PS I just drop this in because this is MY Blog And I like it. So THERE!
(The Title…and the lyrics, are Slightly Germane and suit my narrative just fine)
And I find Annie extremely attractive…
With or without makeup.
(Especially without her makeup!)
She’s a fucking Barbie Doll
Create your own fantasy; leave me to mine.
“This boat is sinking. Some things are better left unsaid…”
“You don’t know what I fear.”
Here’s a hint:
I fear me.
“I used to be Lunatic”
I got better…
No one will get this far, but I deposit it anyway:
Shared Street Cred Vid: ggarlick46
Thanks to Kevin Bacon & kingofkungfu2002 for the share
“Now you’re telling me You’re not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It’s all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust I’ve already paid.”
I’ll get back to this
“This family hasn’t drawn a sober breath since The God-Damn Potato Famine!”