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The democratic manifesto

All my life, the United States of America has said one thing, and done another. When Richard Nixon walked free instead of spending the rest of his miserable life in prison, I gave up on the federal government. No faith, no accountability. Now, voters have been driven to elect someone whose only promise was to shake things up. I, for one, do not like how things are being shaken.

Some say we live in a democracy, meaning one person gets one vote. This is a republic, whereby so-called representatives (or dnas, which is short for do-nothing assholes) are elected by The People to act in the best interests of The People. Unfortunately, dnas immediately sell The People and their best interests down the river to the highest bidders, and represent only those highest bidders and flak for only those issues that seem to best assure the continued re-election of the dnas. The People not only go unrepresented, but the dnas only do things to further entrench the highest bidders in their roles as highest bidders, and after a few cycles of this, damn few are benefiting from how the country is run.

This leads me back to the guy who was supposed to shake things up. Donald Trump is one who is able to be the highest bidder in real life, and therefore, not beholden to The People in any way. Shaking things up in favor of fellow highest bidders is what Lil Donnie does, and The People continue to suffer.

Some say we are headed for a Constitutional crisis. I say that this crisis should be met by a Constitutional Convention, whereby The People update our Constitution and throw the dnas out on their do-nothing asses. Reverting to a legitimate democracy is possible (1-800-U-GOVERN), and the technological infrastructure would be cheaper than your average boondoggle. This current bunch of dnas can’t find their do-nothing asses with both hands a flashlight, so we must elect a new batch of true representatives to call a Constitutional Convention. Let’s get busy.

I am tired of being poorly represented, tired of the wrong kind of jackass having their hands on the tiller, and sick and tired of being sick and tired [thank you Fannie Lou Hamer for your place in history and your turn of phrase].

What are the items on your manifesto?? Please advise, mliswilltravel.

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What goes around…

Ah, Spring. Ever bird is singing territorial song. Daffodils are pushing up. Garlic and onions are recovering from the extreme cold. I am back to putting sawdust up my nose. Things are aok in my little life. If I raise my eyes and focus on the horizon or larger issues, that is when the grief starts.

Our elected so-called representatives in Congress are not representing us very well. I pray again for a meteorite strike in Washington, DC. We need some relief. The rich getting richer might be one thing; the stupid and vengeful ruling the day is quite another.

Memo, shmemo. Do your jobs or resign. Make room for younger folks who are not infected with the dinosaur gene that make political evolution impossible. Adapt. Or die, please.

May your indignation be righteous, and your prayers heard, mliswilltravel.

With age comes wisdom (Fallacy)–An archaic concept whereby wisdom and the skill to wield that wisdom accrues with age. See also, Congress.

Spring??

18 January 2018– First territorial cardinal song!!

With snow and ice on the ground, I hope your Spring is on schedule, mliswilltravel.

Winds variable

Bob Corker of Tennessee did us all a favor by calling out the erratic behavior of Trump, and now, Corker has backslid on his questions about Trump. Corker did no one but Trump a favor in this.

Let me tell you about con men. They say they have a secret, and they can’t tell you, but they can make you lots of money or give you power—or something else you want. Then they tell you secret after secret as the con deepens, all the secrets are lies, and those conned are left with only air and only themselves to blame. In government, the con goes like this: The secrets in question are beyond your security clearance and your need to know. Gradually, you are “read in” on various lies that are supposedly beyond your ken or clearance, your clearance is changed, or somesuch lie as is convenient for the con men.

I fear that this has happened time after time to those who have spoken out against Trump, and the con is continuing. Anyone hear anything from Mitt Romney recently? Next thing you know, Corker will be saying that Trump is a stable genius, and a good guy to boot. Look for a parachute the color of gold as you have never seen before waiting for Corker when he retires; a parachute that will be nothing but a tissue of fiction. Just sayin.

On to happier things:

The winter robins are here as of this week. Robins are here year round, but comes a wet week in January, they are here in force, turning over every leaf in every ditch and garden, feeding and chirping. Many of my winter crops were laid low by unusually low temps (mid-teens for a week at night), and I am trying to catch up by replanting. I may just scratch it all up and start over again, counting on some late-sown clover and spring wildflowers to repair the damage. We shall see. Dill, dead. Seedling poppies, dead. Pansies, struggling. Live oaks, wounded. Garlic and onions, stopped in their tracks. Carrots and radishes, nonexistent. Again, glad I don’t make my living at it.

Wishing you the best at what you make a living at, with a good example from management who listens, mliswilltravel.

Maximum number of cardinals waiting in line for the feeder during recent snow = 7.

Greatest surprise at the mixed peanut butter and small seed feeder = mockingbirds.

Trying to finish up Michael Pollan’s Botany of Desire. Apple exposition good, tulip too trippy for me to follow well. Trippy is also operant word for Garlic is Life by Chester Aaron. Big garlic fan here, but I could not hold an umbrella for Mr. Aaron. Also reading a biography of John Wayne by Maurice Zolotow. Hmmmm. This is a great example of a biographer getting in the way of a biographee.

A Pox

Sent to the one senator whose email address I have:

The tax reform bill is a hoax perpetrated upon the People. A pox on you and your platitudes. If a skunk runs against you, I am voting for the one who stinks less, and that would be the skunk.

Thanks, sz

Steve Zary, Hattiesburg, MS

The wisdom of Robert Louis Stevenson

“The little rift between the sexes is astonishingly widened by simply teaching one set of catchwords to the girls and another to the boys.” Robert Louis Stevenson

RL had his own views of how little this rift might be, and while the rift should have been decreasing over the years, it obviously has not. We have had the knowledge for ages about egalitarian behaviors, but not the wisdom to apply that knowledge. How foolish is that? One might call it a worldwide failure. Ursula LeGuin laid out a model for society in The Dispossessed that I remember well, and I think we could attain egalitarian society without going to the extremes she proposed. Just sayin. If we are in fact the thinking apes, why do we think so poorly? Or, more accurately, act so poorly.

Explore, if you wish, Robert Louis Stevenson’s bumper sticker thoughts by searching for his quotes online. Kinda nice to be reminded that he did not wrap it up at Treasure Island.

And from a friend who insists upon getting out in the worst of weathers to exercise:

“And so long as a man is reasoning he cannot surrender himself to that fine intoxication that comes of much motion in the open air, that begins in a sort of dazzle and sluggishness of the brain, and ends in a peace that passes comprehension.” Robert Louis Stevenson

May nothing surpass your comprehension, mliswilltravel.

The Shovel Family

Dearest Shovel Family,

There are no adequate words to express my high esteem and gratitude for the time we have spent together. To be associated with such stalwart and dependable workmates has truly been a wonderful reward and an unreserved pleasure. Never a cross word, never a refusal to cooperate, and my ideas have been met with your unbending support. Should you ever choose to graduate to the ranks of management, I can heartily recommend you as those who can lead by very good example, and, listen to your working companions. No one could ask more of a good manager.

Sincerely, mliswilltravel.

My friends, the whole Shovel Family, Skeeter, Blunt, and Point: