England in 1819

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring;

Walk With The Wind

By John Lewis

While my time here has now come to an end, I want you to know that in the last days and hours of my life you inspired me. You filled me with hope about the next chapter of the great American story when you used your power to make a difference in our society. Millions of people motivated simply by human compassion laid down the burdens of division. Around the country and the world you set aside race, class, age, language and nationality to demand respect for human dignity.

Are we distracted enough yet?

I have always been a selective listener, not to be confused with having selective hearing -what so many of us practice when we grow up.

When some people speak I listen, that has always been like that. My Grandmother had my undivided attention when I was young. When she spoke she had something to say -even when it wasn’t what I wanted to hear.

How to explain White Supremacy to a White Supremacist

I am still trying to cope with the event in Charlotteville. I have been quiet on my blog; haven’t said much, haven’t read much. I try to understand what happened and the more I try the more I feel lost. 

Heartless

 

Cesare Tanassi 

 

Men so heartless ruled the earth for many years
And still today heartless and soulless men claim their hands are free of blood when it’s on every inch of their body, and still they control us

Victim or Perpetrator?

Bill Cosby’s verdict left me wanting to spit fire like a dragon, preferably in his direction. Reading that he is touring to advocate people on the sexual assault law made me physically ill.

The New Normal?

I am not a political blog. Perhaps my political posts are just a temporary uproar and then, sooner or later, I will get used to the situation like so many others like me. Or maybe I won’t get used to it but will pretend that everything is alright.

Kal Ho Naa Ho

I wouldn’t want to see the future. Not my own and not the one of others. What, if I would take a look and the people I love wouldn’t be in it anymore? What, if I would see the future and it would be bad for me, for the ones I love or for all of us? That I would fear more than anything. For me it’s important to keep the hope up. Hope and optimism is part of my nature. If I would be able to glance into the future, I wouldn’t have a reason to hope anymore.

“Keeping up with the Republicans”

The new entertainment show is called “Keeping up with the Republicans” so it seems. Did I miss a memo? Did they take the Kardashian’s off the air and the new replacement are the Republicans?