Hey gang! I found a very appealing and fascinating set of postcards from 1907 , featuring newlyweds off on their first adventure together : – their honeymoon. These cards were published by the Julius Bien & Co. Lithographic firm, which was in business between 1850-1915 in New York City. Bien himself was originally an immigrant […]
If it’s inside you, let it go, do something, angry man, angry woman, takes it out on the next emotional encounter, damn, why didn’t I talk about it, it would have made life so much easier, damn. Wise old man listens, the results of trust gone wrong, no one will talk to another, except on a very shallow level, even celebrities have figured this, when they see their laundry on the news, the following week. Dawn, those who destroy trust and the harm they pass on.
Bursting inside, think before you act, what is right will feel good, what it wrong will squeeze you, then again, how often are you right.
Ma, why are they always fighting, they claim to believe in Jesus, God, The angels, and they hold bibles and holy books in their hands, I don’t understand it, Ma is at the table making a cake, she is taking a fistful of white dusty stuff, flour I suppose, she puts her hand into a big bag and extracts a white load, white stuff spatters everywhere. Ma, why don’t you use a measuring scales, how do you know there is enough?. Ma smiles, what a bright child, always asking children, just as she reared them. If you don’t know something, open your mouth and say it, wise advice for any mother or father.
Ma is a dab hand at baking, she can do it in her sleep, and she always gets them right, her cakes famous all over the world, even some leading members of the country have enjoyed her cooking. Ma, why are they always fighting, I don’t understand it says the little girl, who is reading her book at a side table, while watching her Ma put the ingredients together. She wonders how ma gets it right, she doesn’t use scales, dips her finger in the baking powder, a pinch of salt, a splatter of eggs, a whisk around, a grease proof sheet, a flat pan, and an hour later, a Swiss roll, so darn easy. How does Ma do it. she listens to her Ma, always has.
Ma bends, slides the baking tray into the hot over, then begins the clean up. You want me to help, asks the little girl. Put on an apron first says Ma,
I don’t want you messing yourself. The little girl takes the drying cloth, ready for the wets ma will soon supply.
Why are they always fighting Ma?. Ma sighs, she has let the question sink in, as she dips her hands into her own sink of dirty dishes. It’s important not to sell propaganda to Children. Ma knows the little girl will believe her when she answers her. Ma has seen the religious networks favor their own, has seen the harm they caused, by not listening to each other, always ready to believe the very worst, then passing it on, poisoning children and minds, creating division, when reaching out and listening, as Jesus said, was the answer.
Little girl she says, you are young, there is a lot to learn. I haven’t got the answer to your question, but I fully understand. The little girl is surprised at Ma, she usually has the answer to everything, she is also in awe of her own questioning attitude, this she has just learned. The little girl continues to dry the dishes, thinking to herself, Ma doesn’t have the answer to everything, somethings she has to learn for herself, amen.
The dishes are washed and put away, the kitchen counter is clean, as it was before they started, ready for the evening meal. Ma, the little girl asks, she is in a very inquisitive mood, are there other questions Ma doesn’t know. Children love to learn. Getting addicted to machines and online stuff is not the stuff they were born with. Ma, why is there so much of the man and woman stuff on the internet, you know, the child lowers her eyes, you know what I am saying, the mother coughs, this is not the question she expected. How do you explain to the child, the interest in all things adult, how do you answer that.
You will have to ask men and women is what she wants to say, but she defers, the little girl is too young for that.
Patriot doing his duty, following orders, has been sent to Kill a difficult leader, there is a rebellion going on in Columbia, the forest is in the way, they need the land to grow palm oil trees, and the local environmentalist is getting in the way, there is big money, and they have friends in Washington, it’s not a Clancy plot, it’s not a G
Grisham movie, it’s basic fact, many leaders were removed from the sixties on, righteous men, in the way, removed to make the dollars, while the environment, physically and socially was destroyed.
We need wise leaders, and those that serve all that is good, so Solomon prayed. He sighed, the what if story, how men like JFK were removed in their prime, and as for the men behind these awful crimes, what amount of blood is on their hands, no amount of water will ever wash away. They must be old now he sighed, and when they went to meet their maker, what excuse would they have?. It reminded him of the ancient words, they will kill you, and think they are doing good, how often had they got that wrong. But give thanks too, at least we know that the old words stand the test of time, and that was great news for all believers, amen.
Good for the digestion, it slows you down, can be enjoyed with a friend, you don’t tend to guzzle it, has been around a long time, and if it’s good, it’s the skill of the winemaker, along with the weather. Solomon sighed, a face, those were the days, no routine, a late start, the creation of a real Spiritual world, well being in the hearts of the guests. How we treat others, and how it affects us, the ricochet affect. Rich man is talking of poverty, explains the needs, makes clear cut points, seems wise, but when it comes to passing the wine, it’s to those who can do favors for him, making his words hollow in the hearts of those who actually listen.
Solomon read an article of news, a corner piece, the Pope had 5,000 to dinner, fed them, the menu exciting, and in his address, he explains clearly, those who have excessive wealth in times of great need, have to share it, if they are to call themselves believers, share the wine. How many speeches and great words sound empty ,when the actions of the same mouths don’t comply with their words, bitter wine in the mouth of many.
Tired day long night had too much did a bit too much stuff, head hurts, sleep unruly, facing the day, another Monday, difficult getting out of bed, I really want to get out of my head, the world is mean and I am feeling sorry for myself, what have i done to deserve this, crunch, the world revolves around me, cause all there is, is me, my problem, thinking about nobody but myself, the root of my problems. Reaching for the medication, it’s not prescribed, two pills later on your feet, thinking about going to work, is there something i missed. The coffee is sharp, the brain unwinds, do the teeth, thought of having a shower, a splash of deodorant will cover the smell, get me through to the evening.
The stairwell is navigated, soon your on the street, rush along, where is the nearest transport, you don’t feel like walking, then you rush across the street, it’s busy, you’ve done in a thousand times, rushed, you get a thrill out of danger, the white shit you suck up your nose, mixed with rat poison to get you a little higher, when did you last read the contents of any medical product, probably never, you just accept the doctors advice. The kids are unruly in the car, she turns around, the latest scream from the three year old, ear shattering, too much, she wants to give him a …bang crash, he slides into the path of the car, slipped on a banana skin, she is unable to react, you go under the car, crunch, you hear your bones shatter…. the light, they are all around you, you can see can’t hear, feeling sorry…
Solomon lazed over a coffee, it had been a tiring day, the usual suspects were at it again, selling fear and anxiety, as if trying to unhinge him, selling him their habits, as if trying to be helpful. He goes through the day, it was exciting in parts, he enjoyed the banter, the way a smart politician enjoys a debate, he was listening, adding bits and pieces, not trying to over indulge. The bathroom is busy, two no hopers sniffing their heads off, well, they started behind everyone else, education poor and their parents alcoholics, feeling sorry.
On the street, he is there, it’s been a rough life, over reacting to the abuse passed on, the sentence a long one, we’ll make an example shouts the judge, the domineering father, church sponsored most of it if the religious would only admit it, his bags with him, all his possessions, slept with those just as unfortunate, while 25 trillion rests off short, and five times that elsewhere; the old man smiles, Solomon asks for a light, he needs is buzz too, we are all in this together, walks on. Feeling sorry, no shower, no bed, no place to put your things, right in front of you, how many just pass and say nothing at all, afraid of contagion. Then the woman taking over the duties of the priest cause the priest did an elvis and never showed up, how things change so quickly, feeling sorry, do something about it, for someone else, amen, your deeds determine who you are, amen. when three meet in my Name, the Father is there with you, words of Jesus, you are not alone. Solomon sighed, the nights he spent on Knock hill with the two old boys, the stuff you remember, and all the big talk shit that means nothing at all, just as the Father said.
Berlusconi Bush Blair assembled friends, message from the heavens, message from above, caught in a trap, and you aint getting out, no bribes work here, I can reveal with a certain delight, advisors spin doctors, friends and associates face the consequences, media moguls who provided the tools, and did what was intended, the children you stole from seek damages, the horror was relentless, the game you rigged for decades, watch cause it’s over, there are no more second chances, God Most High has taken aim at all evil plans, the wars the deception the moral decay, the love you replaced with control and fear, your well worked cruel intentions, will fall to the dust with Goliath expectations, roman empire builders Huns and infidels, you sold off love for your own devices, shame will come upon you. God Most High has had enough, I was trying to avoid war pleads Blair, does the guy ever give up, God Most High shrugs, lets him mouth on a moment or two. Well Tony, you want to save yourself, what’s new in all that, go on then.
I started a charity, just to make up some, seems fair I didn’t pull a trigger on anyone, really smiles God Most High wryly, did you invade Iraq, cause the destruction of culture and huge loss of life, he advised me cries tony, pointing to old George Bush, who doesn’t know where to look, any cameras here, the light is blinding, I want to take the fifth, can someone advise me, and your excuse George, one was bad enough, did you have to bring along junior, now there will be two burning bush’s, ahem ahem laughs God thinking what next are they going to do, dance like leprechauns on world wide stages, taste is not what it used to be, soon the Chinese will be making wine, wonder what they’ll put in it this time.
Dance or develop a conscience, just like the last bunch, here comes that greasy Italian, where’s the garlic Peter. Silvio silvio you had the world at your feet, the opera house in Milan, a football team for keeps, I know I know he answers, his hair as dark as a dirty sweeping brush, what is your excuse for all of this, promotion of corruption was bad, but giving these two cover, that was far too much, take them down take them down orders God Most High, But you haven’t given us a fair trial pleads Blair, my wife is willing to represent me, she’ll do it pro bono he adds with a cheeky smile, pro bono not another one of those, I can hardly stand the music, but he does have a good tune or two. I like that one admits God Most High, stuck in a hole and can’t get out, I hum it sometimes when I play golf. You’ll hear from my lawyers shouts bush as he’s being led out, I’ve got friends he adds with disdain for the divine, and they don’t take this behavior lying down, really answers God Most High a little entertained by his conceit, what is it they are going to do asks God, make everything suddenly all right. Zap, dumb dumb and dumber voice is lost, standing mouths open but nothing is coming out, just the way to keep them, even those below don’t deserve to hear this rot. Still haven’t found what I was looking for hums God Most High, keeping himself a little occupied while waiting for a collection of bankers to appear, de dum dum dum de dum dum dee..