1: So you gonna riot on Tuesday?
2: No, I'm gonna vote.
1: You throwing that vote away. Then you gonna riot.
2: Yeah, OK, whatever, sure.
1: See you there.
This is a virtual cafe where all ideas are entertained all facts discerned, all topics discussed. And just because the proprietor has a passion for Christ, books, and the Acoustic guitar, that doesn't mean you can't veer wildly off into different subjects. So, come in, have a coffee (imported especially from Verble's finca in El Salvador), and talk about whatever you want.
1: So you gonna riot on Tuesday?
2: No, I'm gonna vote.
1: You throwing that vote away. Then you gonna riot.
2: Yeah, OK, whatever, sure.
1: See you there.
April said, "We went on an Alaskan Cruise for our twentieth anniversary three years ago, Rocky had booked the whole thing and surprised me with it, and let me tell you this story, if I can, just real quick. At first, I didn't want to go, I was thinking, 'Oh my God, thirteen DAYS with this man, I'm gonna go nuts!' And I asked all the ladies at church, 'Please pray for me that I can survive all that time with him' but I have to say, that it was the BEST trip of my life. I mean, he was wonderful, I found in those two weeks, not just my husband, but also my best friend, my lover, my boyfriend, my confidante, and I realized that those twenty years we'd been married that I had been the difficult one.
"It also helped that everyone else on the cruise was over 60. I felt OK wearing my bikini to the heated pool!"
Halloween day.
Morning is crisp cold and the sky is clear, can almost still feel the tug of the moon, just there, beyond the horizon, waiting to slip back up again tonight.
Climb in the truck, man can't believe the chill, even down here in Houston. Heading toward Waco today, someone said there's actual snow, that should be nice tonight, some crystals against the fur.
FENCES
One of their finest performances.
Obviously a play, I truly wish I could see this on stage. But the movie version was stellar.
This is the interplay between dreams, possibilities, missed opportunities, and what we do with what we have and how we live with the loss of what we could have been.
Haiku for Blood Moon
Blood Moon at Sundown
All the wolves with plastic pails,
"Trick or Treat!" they cry!
MR
2020-1031
The Myth of American Exceptionalism -
should be a book, if no one has already written it.
Should be a study of the complete brainwashing of an entire population into believing that they were somehow immune from the rigors of the rest of the world, that they were somehow better, smarter, more beloved by God than the rest of the world.
Such an identity, perpetuated continually, has rendered the populace completely incapable of addressing serious issues in the society, and left them absolutely helpless in times of national tragedy,
Examples: the bad reaction to 9-11, which led America into 20 year wars and an eventual recession.
The COVID pandemic, which led have the populace to believe the disease did not exist, which led to needless deaths.
As we kick off the three month holiday season, during the election that no one ever thought would happen, let this be a raucous celebration - starring with the festivities against the demons and the dead that is Hallowe'en, which moves into the reverence of All Saints Day, which is followed by the bringing to life the headstones of the cemeteries in the days that are called the Day of the Dead, which is crowned on November 3 by the election that will determine if the demons win this country or if the living souls maintain the democracy.
And then, all those shredded families get to face each other over a Thanksgiving dinner, where their prayers to God will be filled with gloating from the side that one, and prayers for deliverance and smiting from the side that lost.