5.7.21

 

he was trying hard to pull back from politickle slights after the electionafter the last five years  but the fat mango Mussolini wasnt letting him
                              the Former 
if yadon bury the dead they rot they smell to high heaven 
thats where he found himself

dogs and cats shit they get their nose down in it and smell  then they scratch and dig to bury their scent   

seems we donhave the commonsense of animals


he watched recent reporting on three groups that the Feds were coming after for the insurrection on January 6
                                                                                                                    the Feds should those were seditionists who crashed the Capitol seeking to overthrow American democratic process

the three the Oath Keepers the Proud Boys the Three Percenters  the insouciant mentality of outmanned but not outgunned
            however  humouring himself  theirs was a faculty of few military veterans and lotsa paintball wizards 
get an eyepatch 
                 try an look hardened 


paintball wizards 

this isnt a game

this is our democracy

1806 or 606pm,  Monday,  5  7. 21

 

he knew stormy wasnt doing well
                                    when he came home from work before he went to work out he fed the cats they werent his cats they were his wifeshis daughters but they had places to go people to see things to do  in death   and in life  reality is that someone is always left holding the bag
                                                                 he wondered if there were support groups that helped one that they could commiserate with whichto be sure that wouldnt be he he didnt buy into team effortsonly concerned himself with what he brought to the table  he didnt buy into help counselors selfhelp publications he preferred to root around on his own like a pig after truffles after he determined the correct direction to go in

stormy was his wifes cat
                           she felt their girls ought to be brought up with a pet  You had pets growing up.  I had a goldfish Goldie when I was in second grade Goldie was gutted by a parakeet when he or she rose to the top of the bowl if you scratched its rim usually just before feeding him or her Goldie would rise and roll over onto their back he could actually rub Goldies belly  gutted by a parakeet Sissy 
                                     before they married his wife gave him a Samoyed-Husky for his birthday April  he was a fat puppy he named him Fatty  Fatty was shot to death by a rancher before the year was out

she felt their girls ought to be brought up with a pet 


stormy was eighteen now

he fed her separate from the other four cats put their food down and kept stormy up on the kitchen counter to feed herhers was a wetfood unlike their dry food
                                               he stood guard because young cats will be young cats

stormy pushed the food around with her muzzle didnt eat anything she was out of sorts

he put cellophane on her bowl and refrigerated it

taking her down off the countersetting her on the linoleum floor she was lethargic she squattedseemed content to do absolutely nothing

Stormy whasup girl 
                      he preferred not to miss his workout but   he hadnt seen her off her game but once when she was young  an extensive surgery saved her life

picking her up from the kitchen floor he brought her into the livingroomtucked her against him with one arm and placed a record on the turntable he didnt remember what he played then he sat on the rocking loveseat with her on his lap

an hour or so later he felt it in his fingershis hands an electric bolt shot through her spine contorted her bodycurled it so that stormys head came up back an nearly touched her rump
she collapsed senseless

her breathing was laboured 

she spasmed threefour times more

seveneight hours later in the dark in silence she died on his lap 


his wife felt their girls ought to be brought up with a pet

 

stormy died his wife was dead his girls were gone from home at college

Yah dontell him Life isnt fair not by a long shot

Summer of ’19
1345,  Monday,  5  7. 21

5 July 1852

 

History 
        and why history has to be understood in its context not cherrypicked not ignored or denied because it was ugly  because it remains ugly

History  Truth & Fact 
                         necessary to punch a hole in and deflate a Macys helium balloon dedicated to American mythos

Americans are not who they believe they are but rather who they should be known to be in toto

 

Frederick Douglass

“Fellow-citizens, pardon me, allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here to-day? What have I, or those I represent, to do with your national independence? Are the great principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us? And am I, therefore, called upon to bring our humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits and express devout gratitude for the blessings resulting from your independence to us?

“I am not included within the pale of this glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you this day rejoice are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity, and independence bequeathed by your fathers is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought life and healing to you has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak today?

“What, to the American slave, is your Fourth of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days of the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is a constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy — a thin veil to cover up crimes that would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation of the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of these United States at this very hour.

“At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed. O! had I the ability, and could reach the nation’s ear, I would, to-day, pour forth a stream, a fiery stream of biting ridicule, blasting reproach, withering sarcasm, and stern rebuke. For it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, the earthquake. The feeling of the nation must be quickened; the conscience of the nation must be roused; the propriety of the nation must be startled; the hypocrisy of the nation must be exposed; and the crimes against God and man must be proclaimed and denounced.”

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