Friday, June 22, 2018
Todays Flashback picture is probably from "who the Hell knows'. Early 90's? On the right is the current Mrs. Blythe, barely visible because of the lighting. That beauty on the right is Mrs. Wombie. The setting: the back porch of the old home in Seaton. One of the ongoing seasonal tasks Herb undertook was to put plastic on the screening so this place could continue to be a hub year around. This was likely a Christmas get-together. The current Mrs. Blythe appears to be trying to keep warm and Mrs. Wombie is clad in a comfy heavy sweater. It was the place to go smoke or simply get away from the hubbub. Thus the kind of glowering looks when someone comes bounding down the steps to take a snapshot.
There isn't much more to say about this second in time except that Mrs. Blythe is wearing a snappy black dress with coral colored roses. One of my favorites. Oh, and one other thing. See those gallon milk jugs on the table in the back? Those contain popcorn. One of our neighbors in the East End was Doc Kingry. He brought over these jugs every fall.
Thursday, June 21, 2018
My buddy Danny back in Emerald City as had the enviable opportunity to visit Auschwitz. He told me it is a silent somber place as befitting the horrendous crimes that were perpetrated. People are quiet as they walk inside those walls of torture and death.
Trump blames Democrats. False. McConnell defends all things Trump. Jefferson Beauregard Sessions of Alabama, seeming unencumbered by matters of conscience and forever striving to stay in Trumps good graces, spouts the same Biblical passage we used for slavery and the Germans used for Jewish extermination. He said, "I would cite you to the Apostle Paul and his clear and wise command in Romans 13, to obey the laws of the government because God has ordained the government for his purposes."
Nice to see Laura Bush and Melania Trump speak out against Trump-Sessions zero tolerance policy. Few Republicans have. Ms. Bush wrote, "It is immoral and it breaks my heart. Our government should not be in the business of warehousing children in converted box stores or making plans to place them in tent cities outside El Paso. Americans pride themselves on being a moral nation, a nation that sends humanitarian relief to places devastated by disaster...We pride ourselves on believing that people should be seen for the content of their character, not the color of their skin. We pride ourselves on our acceptance. If we are truly that country, then it is our obligation to reunite these detained children with their parents - and to stop separating children from their parents in the first place."
Melania wrote, "...we need to be a nation that follows all laws, but also a country that governs with heart."
It is fair to say, Whoa! Americans separated children from parents once the slaves came to auction - better to make money from the young ones. Americans separated Native-American children from their parents to white-run boarding schools. Americans separated children from their parents when we interred Japanese into concentration camps during World War II.
Sure our hands are not clean. We have ghost blood that will stay on our national fabric for as long as we are a nation. These past offense can't be erased and they can't be justified. But at the same time, the greatness of our nation is that even with past misdeeds, we are a composite of people who strive to redeem ourselves with goodness. Today we abhor the thought of slavery. We cringe at our treatment toward Native Americans and the abysmal way we handled the Japanese during the War. We keep looking "the upward way."
Personally I am all for a strong impenetrable border. We are a nation that needs to be aware of those who would enter illegally. But zero tolerance is a poor policy. There are many reasons people come to America. Some for ill, some for riches, some for hope.
Nations don't become evil overnight. They take a hundred small legal steps, usually wrapped in lies and propaganda. They stack the courts, the legislation, and ordain leaders with cult-live adoration. People follow. Good nations can go bad. After the concentration camps were liberated Eisenhower demanded that the German citizens be paraded past the rotted and rotting corpses, gas chambers and torture rooms. They were even forced to take those bodies and bury them in mass graves.
Along the border, the kids are housed in structured, monitored, windowless warehouses. The guards are ordered to not touch, hug or help any kid who is crying. They are behind chain link fencing with mats on the floor. One documented report said during a separation a young child, crying, was so upset she started vomiting. The mother asked if she could have 5 minutes and she was told by Border agents, no. This is a Trump policy, no one else.
"First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out -
because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists and I didn't speak up -
because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, but I didn't speak out -
because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me - and there was nobody left to speak for me.
Martin Niemoller - on German complicity to Hitler
Addendum: Yesterday President Trump signed an Executive Order to keep families together. He lied throughout the crisis blaming it all on the "Dems" and then admitted it was a ploy to leverage for the Wall. Apparently this incident is over. Keep vigilant.
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
The pictures featured this week and on subsequent weeks were done in one night, my last night in Northlandia last trip. These were taken at one of my favorite spots on the outskirts of Emerald City. If they look familiar to past pics, well, they should. It means I've been here before and you are paying attention. I also took some from the Country Club and they will be posted soon. As always, the night sky and nighttime mood is what I am looking for.
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Once again a collection of stuff that I find interesting or provocative. Believe it or not, I don't care. At the corner of the road heading west to North Henderson is a house that has junk all around it. They put a sign in the front yard once, "If you don't like it, don't look." Same goes here.
The familiar voiceover for the Lincoln MKX implores us, in quiet tones, to not "mistake serenity for weakness." Gee, Matthew McConaughey, do you even act anymore? And, by the way, thanks for that tip. I confuse serenity for weakness all the time. What a dick-lick script that is. Who talks like that, and when was the last time someone told you they mistook serenity for weakness?
We are a full-service blog - nature and all that.
Whizzbang aka Dumbstruck the Wonder Pup
Has been in trouble for a while now. She has begun to eat the coffee table.
Stan, our neighbor, came over and showed me his arm after playing with a Pit Bull. I showed him my arm and said I won. Puppies have really sharp teeth and really sharp toenails. I'm bleeding to death down here.
Couldn't resist posing Norah.
You could tell Alfred was uneasy sitting on that big rock, poor thing.
Every time I drink out of a water fountain, I think of Seaton Grade School.
During my early morning walk there is a pond and an undeveloped field I go by. This is my favorite spot during the walk because it is the only untamed area around. These guys were chirping on one of my jaunts last week. Beautiful, ain't it?
Sadly a new sign went up on the property that read "Coming Soon! Whitney Road Townhouses". Yuck, Fuck, Yuck again.
Our next door neighbor works at Cracker Barrel and every so often brings over a new outfit for Alfred. Why? She never had a daughter.
Before we go to war, trade or otherwise, with Canada, lets remember what they did to help us after 9/11. Thousands of Americans were diverted to Canadian cities from 238 flights as part of the Operation Yellow Ribbon. Canada took care of them for days to help us out. The town of Gander with a population of around 9500 took in 7000. This is a nation that has universal healthcare, an easier national anthem to sing and, hey, they even invented basketball.
There's a thousand ways to do something wrong. There's one way to do something right. Keep it simple.
Family separations. I keep telling you guys we are losing America.
I'll give you a piece of my mind on this on Thursday.
While driving to Kenzie's on Sunday for a cookout, we passed a decorative rock fencing at a hospice center not far from Sinkhole Estates. On top of the structure was this guy.
We pulled over and as pictures were being taken, another guy stopped and captured him. He said he was going to post it on some social media sites and see if someone lost their pet. Can't imagine this guy being in the wild, but here in Kitschland I suppose anything is possible. He also speculated that it probably sells for $300. Who knows. But as we were taking pictures, cars were slowing up and cell phones were recording it, too.
There is a new phenomenon now with all the cruise ship trips folks are taking. Its called Disembarkment Syndrome. That is when your ears do not readjust to land once you leave ship. The internal ear gyro system never gets back to where it was so you continue to feel nauseas and sick after the cruise.
That's all I got today. Come back tomorrow.
Monday, June 18, 2018
Random scenes from my last visit to Northlandia.
I used to love auctions. Back in the day we would go every once in a while. I stopped to see my SIL and she was heading over to an auction in Emerald City. I didn't catch auction fever but it was nice to be at one again, and with quite nice company, too.
This is a view of the tree-decimated Oak View Country Club. They were planting three trees while we drove by, but it will never be the same.
My favorite picnic table in Mercer County, in front of the old Tastee Freeze. It's now called Bowlyou's, I think, but it will always be the TF to me.
Sign on the Joy water tower. Wonder how many coats of paint have been sprayed on this?
Rafters. See the mistake?
A delivery truck pulled up at Bowlyou's Restaurant. I was impressed by the company's having survived since 1873. Not many can claim such longevity.
While at Wal-Mart I noticed these adapters. Same packaging, same product. But the ones on the left were 10 cents higher because they are orange. Strange? That's Wal-Mart.
These little guys were in horse troughs at Huffman's in Emerald City. I thought about buying a few and putting in my backpack for the kids. What could go wrong?
An accident on 34 slowed us up some, but when I'm up here, nothing rattles me too much. If I get edgy I just think of Kitschland.