Wednesday, July 29, 2020
I began to internalize and an argument with myself broke out about me always being sucked into useless endeavors that had no real importance in the scheme that was my life. Yeah, I began to give myself Hell. Then, totally out of character for me, I stopped arguing with myself. I realized, not only was I deep into another round of useless mental masturbation, now I wanted to argue with myself the merits of said useless endeavor.
"Screw this, I'm taking Maggie over to Mary's Woods, sparkin up a doob while I stretch our legs and forget Facebook even exists, if only for a brief moment or two."
Smart choice. Wake n Bake to the rescue again.
Sunday, July 26, 2020
What came to my mind when I heard this guy say he had no idea was, "Damn dude, people are scared, angry, and oh so fuckin tired of being cooped up." I went on to shout at the TV, "The current leadership and its insistence on fanning the flames of fear, hate and discontent is not helping either you asshole." As usual, the TV ignored me, cheerfully continuing on its merry way spreading the latest serving of said hate and discontent.
Call it a perfect storm where three plus years of divisive and fearful rhetoric from Donald Trump ramped up to breakneck speed and was swallowed by a catastrophe that should have been foreseen and planned for, but was not. And then everything really went to Hell in a hand basket because our leader couldn't think himself out of a wet T-shirt, let alone deal with a worldwide pandemic. Mass ignorance and stupidity on the grandest of scale now has us by our short hairs.
Hang in there and wish us luck.
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
As part of my coming to grips with the racism in my past, I remember when Muhammad Ali refused to be inducted into the Army.
I was just a kid of 14 or 15 who echoed the hateful admonishments of the White people in my small circle. We called him a traitor. We said he was just another uppity N****. We hurled all sorts of insults at a man who had more balls than the whole American White Race combined. He stood against the Vietnam war and stood tall for his race. And we punished him for it. I am so sad I had any part in that.
Years later, I came to admire Ali. I came to look past his bluster and tried to understand where he was coming from. Ali, Malcolm X, and the Rev. King became my trusted teachers of how to treat all men, not just a chosen few.
A Facebook posting about his arrest for refusing to be drafted inspired the above BoZone post.
Ali is quoted in the post:
“I ain’t draft dodging. I ain’t burning no flag. I ain’t running to Canada. I’m staying right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine, you go right ahead. I’ve been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I ain’t going no 10,000 miles to help murder and kill other poor people. If I want to die, I’ll die right here, right now, fightin’ you, if I want to die. You my enemy, not no Chinese, no Vietcong, no Japanese. You my opposer when I want freedom. You my opposer when I want justice. You my opposer when I want equality. Want me to go somewhere and fight for you? You won’t even stand up for me right here in America, for my rights and my religious beliefs. You won’t even stand up for my right here at home".
A man worthy of admiration by all of us.
Later Gator ................................................................
Sunday, July 19, 2020
And that about covers the oddest and one of the best concert experiences I have ever had.
Rustic Overtones played in front of a capacity crowd of cars last night at the Farmington Drive In, located just off the main drag in Farmington, Maine. Farmington is a smallish rural college town, where the men are manly and the sheep are nervous.
The band was on, Dave was on, it was one of the best Rustic concerts ever. And once I got used to sitting in a nice lawn chair sipping hard cider as the Sun dropped off the edge, it dawned on me how this may be our future.
Life is now officially in the BoZone.
I was impressed with how folks honored the rules last night. Social distancing was awesome and there was no obnoxious bullshit based on the political stupidity we are currently trapped in. Folks wanted to be out. Folks wanted an attempt at normalcy. Folks wanted to have a good time. And I think they did have a good time. I know I did.
My daughter Lis arranged this expedition up country. Her and Mr.Man could have gone alone or asked friends closer to their age. Instead, they asked BA and I to come. After all these years, my daughter is and will always be my best friend. Thank you. BA and I needed last night.
Keep it 'tween the ditches ........................................
Sunday, July 05, 2020
My post ran like this....
"The years under my belt have turned me into a cynic. The trend of White Exceptionalism has taken many hits over the years and yet it is still with us, buried even deeper within the systems White Folks created to mask its existence.
Every decade or so minority anger has flared up. White platitudes and empty promises of reform only amounted to the echoes of those promises blowing out to sea.
When I am wearing my cynic's jacket I often wonder why we should consider this time any different. Promises spewed from the lips of our leaders have never lived up to their hype.
But then my anger at leadership's inability to bring about real change diminishes and I become hopeful once more that maybe this time it will be different.
Hope does indeed spring eternal. I am proof of that."
I was saddened to realize that not only did he not get my point, his focus on race pride was even more disturbing. My message being lost as he knee jerked himself to defend the "White Race" told me many of us White Folks are being deliberately and willfully ignorant.
Unless someone reminds me, accuses me, or I look in a mirror, I rarely think of myself as a member of any race. My racial curse or my racial blessing means less than nothing to me. And until it means nothing to everyone else on the planet, no matter their race, religion or ethnic ancestry, this country, this world will continue on its way as a crippled species that cannot get out of its own way.
Hate the haters, don't hate the victims ................................. Later Gators.