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- MH/Jack is a 59 year old married guy from Hot Springs, Arkansas, USA.
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A creative writer, my book, CHILDHOOD'S REND: MEMORIES OF THE DOG STAR, is FREE at Scribd.com. I'm a 100% intuitive INFJ and am looking for INFJ's/creative/super-intelligent people to share my creativity, to engage in scintillating conversations, and to establish Siriusian mind-melds or mind2mind connections. I love Faulkner, Kristofferson, Prine, Seger, Simon & Garfunkel, Dali, wood fireplaces, rain on a tin roof, the smell of wisteria, honeysuckle, and new-mown hay, candles, incense, stream-of-consciousness writing, and intense conversations. I am a Kierkegaardian existentialist Christian who thinks it is more rational to believe in God than not, but I do not hesitate to question him or Him, and I have far more problems with this Creature/Entity/First Cause than with Jesus, whose teachings were and still are relevant, revolutionary, and transformative. I love cosmology and space, inner and outer, and am fascinated with time and the concept of infinite and parallel universes.
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Is it un-American and un-patriotic to simply acknowledge that the world sees us differently than we see ourselves and that our actions and attitudes contribute, in my view considerably, to the suspicion, vitriol, and fanaticism of Islamic extremists and others?
NO! It is not!
Rev. Wright is partially correct even if not verbally restrained: To some extent, our "chickens" are "coming home to roost"!
While I am too young to remember them, the time has come again for "Victory Gardens" , and at some point not too soon we may have gas rationing. However, prices tend to ration folks (particularly the poor) automatically, do they not? At long last maybe Detroit will get off its sorry arse and not only invest in but also produce reliable electric, hybrid, and other green vehicles.
After all, the situation is only gonna get worse: ascendant China and India and many other countries, with the explosion of their middle classes and the expansion of their economies, are gonna exponentially increase their consumption of oil as more and more people buy automobiles.
Unfortunately, American politicians (with the exception of Obama, who wants to tell us the unvarnished truth), seek to divert and distract and buy us with the same old Washington "quick fix" gimmicks such as suspending the gas tax for the summer.
When are the lemmings of America gonna wake up, quit being duped by their leaders, and demand real answers to real problems?
The time is now, and if not now, when; if not us, the current generation, who?
As Obama says, "YES, WE CAN!"
But WILL we?
Time is running (or maybe has run) out!
After all, why should the American Empire be saved from the inexorably crushing march of time and the judgment of our progeny? What hubris to believe that the American Empire is somehow exempt from the ash heap and dust bin of history!
If you doubt me, please look up and read Carl Sandburg's poem, "Four Preludes On Playthings Of The Wind."
It can be found at:
anapsid.org/carlsandburg.html [anapsid.org/carlsandburg.html]
Here it is in its entirety for you folks too lazy to click on a hyper-link:
Four Preludes
On Playthings of the Wind
Carl Sandburg
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"The Past Is a Bucket of Ashes"
1
The woman named Tomorrow
sits with a hairpin in her teeth
and takes her time
and does her hair the way she wants it
and fastens at last the last braid and coil
and puts the hairpin where it belongs
and turns and drawls: Well, what of it?
My grandmother, Yesterday, is gone.
What of it? Let the dead be dead.
2
The doors were cedar
and the panel strips of gold
and the girls were golden girls
and the panels read and the girls chanted:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation:
nothing like us every was.
The doors are twisted on broken hinges.
Sheets of rain swish through on the wind
where golden girls ran and the panels read:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation:
nothing like us ever was.
3
It has happened before.
Strong men put up a city and got
a nation together,
And paid singers to sing and women
to warble: We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation,
nothing like us ever was.
And while the singers sang
and the strong men listened
and paid the singers well
and felt good about it all,
there were rats and lizards who listened
... and the only listeners left now
... are ... the rats .. and the lizards.
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