Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Ya'll Take Care, Hear???

Just hoping all you guys around the Gulf Coast are both high and dry this morning with Issac coming through. We get thumped every once in a while here in North Carolina by hurricanes so I sorta know what you are going through.  I did want to let you know that you folks are in both our thoughts and prayers.

Louisiana 1927

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Still Out Here................

I will be the very first person to admit that I can't multitask for spit. Way too much A.D.D./A.D.H.D. still to overcome. The call of day to day living as well as the siren call of the workshop has taken away the time to blog, plus there has been nothing worth blogging about. I have been leading a boring life and I find myself preaching to the choir if I comment on world events. So, not much blogging on my part. However, I have got some stuff finished up and sent out, and am about to finish a bunch more so I will have some photos up before too long.

More later............

Monday, August 6, 2012

History Repeating Again? Heaven Forbid.........

 Anyone who knows me has more than likely heard me say something like this before. I could never put it into words as well as Sean Linnane does at his blog Stormbringer. I ruthlessly stole this post from him. I hope that you will read it and take a few moments to think about it. 



I was born in one country, raised in another.

My father was born in another country.

I was not his only child.

He fathered several children with numerous women.

I became very close to my mother, as my father showed no interest in me.

My mother died at an early age from cancer.

Although my father deserted me and my mother raised me, I later wrote a book idolizing my father, not my mother.

Later in life, questions arose over my real name.

My birth records were sketchy.

No one was able to produce a legitimate, reliable birth certificate.

I grew up practicing one faith but converted to Christianity, as it was widely accepted in my new country, but I practiced non-traditional beliefs and didn't follow Christianity, except in the public eye under scrutiny.

I worked and lived among lower-class people as a young adult, disguising myself as someone who really cared about them.

That was before I decided it was time to get serious about my life and embarked on a new career.

I wrote a book about my struggles growing up.

It was clear to those who read my memoirs, that I had difficulties accepting that my father abandoned me as a child.

I became active in local politics in my 30s. Then, with help behind the scenes, I literally burst onto the scene as a candidate for national office in my 40s.

They said I had a golden tongue and could talk anyone into anything.

I had a virtually non-existent resume, little work history and no experience in leading a single organization.

Yet I was a powerful speaker, and citizens were drawn to me as though I were a magnet and they were small roofing tacks.

I drew incredibly large crowds during my public appearances.

This bolstered my ego.

At first, my political campaign focused on my country's foreign policy . . .

I was very critical of my country in the last war and seized every opportunity to bash my country.

But what launched my rise to national prominence were my views on the country's economy.

I pretended to have a really good plan on how we could do better, and every poor person would be fed and housed for free.

I knew which group was responsible for getting us into this mess.

It was the free market, banks and corporations. I decided to start making citizens hate them; and, if they became envious of others who did well, the plan was clinched tight.

I called mine "A People's Campaign.”

That sounded good to all people.

I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside the traditional path of politics and was able to gain widespread popular support.

I knew that if I merely offered the people 'hope', together we could change our country and the world.

So, I started to make my speeches sound like they were on behalf of the downtrodden, poor, ignorant to include "persecuted minorities."

My true views were not widely known, and I kept them unknown until after I became my nation's leader.

I had to carefully guard reality, as anybody could have easily found out what I really believed if they had simply read my writings and examined those people I associated with. I'm glad they didn't.

Then I became the most powerful man in the world.

And then the world learned the truth.

Who am I?


If you were thinking of SOMEONE ELSE: be afraid! Be very Afraid! Those who don't learn from the past are destined to repeat it.