!!!News Flash Gavin – Climate Change Is Here!!! Has Been For The Last 4.6 Billion Years.

“At least 75 major temperature swings in the last 4,500 years.”

Gavin…….there have been at least 75 major temperature swings in the last 4,500 years, the graph above shows 13 of them. As much as you would have us think; the earth does not revolve around California, nor the Governors Mansion, nor your self anointed fat little head. The earth wobbles and revolves on an axis that, in its imperfection, is causing all sorts of issues. The plates move, the magma spews, the Sahara becomes Eden every 20,000 years or so, and living objects on earth adapt or perish. You talk about Climate Change as if it is stoppable, and you are the only person on Earth  that can accomplish it……. Well with exception of that other idiot AOC.

President Trump chastised you for not taking care of California’s forests last week, and you cried “You don’t believe in climate change. You are excused from this conversation.” Climate Change is inevitable, it has gone on for 4.6 Billion (with a B) years. As a practical man, the President has asked you to understand climate change and to learn to live with it. We can all head for cooler climes or we can get busy learning how to live with the one we’ve got. For God’s-Sake, California will burn to the ground a thousand times before you can spend enough money to alter Climate Change.

As always, your mouth continues to motor on, and somehow, by default, you are always part of the conversation. I suggest you press the “mute” button, and follow in your predecessor’s footsteps and join a monastery somewhere and do some deep soul searching. You might find out that you are not the center of the universe after all and that you can really do some good for society as a whole (not just your misguided constituency).  See the real problems, Gavin. Climate Cycles are longer than the next news cycle, or the next election cycle. Start making REAL DECISIONS.

My fondest wish for this Political Season

ASK NOT!!!!!!!

As I listen today to the Democratic Candidate’s speeches and addresses from Joe, Kamala, Elizabeth, Bernie, Cory, Pete, Andrew, Amy,Beto, Julian, Tom, Tulsi and whoever else is still in the race, cringe, from what my aching ears, brain and heart have withstood thus far. I cup my ears to try and hear a political promise that actually means something to our American Society. Thinking their words might be faint, I crane my neck and stretch as close to the words as I can get to hear just one thoughtful, necessary, significant, consequential political promise. They ask us to be Socialists (obviously they don’t know American History), they ask us to turn in our weapons and ammunition (obviously they haven’t read the Constitution), they ask us to believe in “affordable Health Care” (obviously they have a different provider than the rest of us), they ask us to open our borders (obviously they don’t get what the United States Stands for). I say to all of them ASK NOT!!!!!!

When ASKING FOR OUR VOTE they should ASK NOT what our country can do for them, ASK what they can do for the Country. ASK NOT to toss out the Constitution and the Rule-of-Law, ASK for proper interpretation and application. ASK NOT to fear monger with mis-truths, and exaggerations, ASK for and speak the truth. ASK NOT to make promises they know they can’t keep, ASK what is necessary and affordable for a better life for each and every American Citizen (No matter what his gender, origin, ethnicity, religion, skin color, or sexual orientation)

I would gladly trade every Campaign Dollar, and there will be Billions that will be spent this Political Season, for just one of them to remember their iconic Democratic predecessor and ASK NOT.

D-Day – And What it Means

It seems so long ago, 75 years does, and yet it feels like only yesterday that Mom, Dad, Brother John and I sat in front of our RCA radio listening to the reports, looking at maps, which were the front page of every newspaper in those days of “Can our boys do it?, Can we win? Will Ike win the day?”. So many fears, prayers, joys and sorrows were launched from the shores of England that day, and everyone in the world stood still, waiting for the verdict of the “Longest Day”.

That “bastard Hitler” was beginning to feel the sting of Allied determination. He was beaten in Africa, he was beaten in Italy, he was beaten on the Eastern Front and he had one last chance, England and the Western Front to make his final stand. On that momentous day over 150,000 sea sick Allied soldiers (From England, Canada and the United States) charged from the LST’s; wading 200 yards with full pack in the chest deep Channel surf; then through 200 yards of mines, hedgehogs exposed beaches, runnels, razor wire; then 200 yards of open beach, in a hail of crossfire, and then scale 100 to 170 foot tall cliffs to accomplish the days mission and secure the blood stained beaches code named Sword, Juno, Gold, Omaha, and Utah. Close your eyes and make that run in your minds eye, hear the bullets whizzing by, feel the cannon and mortar concussion, smell the cordite, hear the yells and screams, experience the fear. My God what those boys went through. Canada gave 1,000, England gave 2,700 and we gave 6,600 of our courageous young men, most under 20 years old, to the fight that day and 6,500 gallons of prescious young blood, soaked those god forsaken sands.

My wife and I toured those hallowed grounds back in 1978. I tried to film the white crossed graveyard at Colleville-sur-Mer, Normandy, France. Before I could pan 10 feet of that sacred ground, my lens fogged up and I began sobbing uncontrollably. I dropped to my knees, I could only cry for those wonderful boys I never knew, but loved like family. It gave me peace.

Today there are 450,000 (RRS Sunday Supplement 6/2/19) of those heroic men that marched to victory across the D-Day Beaches remaining today. Most in their nineties. They are dying at the the rate of 362 per day. As an American, you should travel to Normandy and pay homage. If you can’t do that, seek out one of those remaining heros (Start at the Veterans Groups in your Town or City), shake his hand and thank him for giving you everything you are today, and pray for those you can’t thank personally. You’ll be very glad you did.

As A Member of Society, I……………………………..

SOCIETY

Society Definition: The aggregate of people living together in a more or less ordered community.
society is a group of individuals involved in persistent social interaction, or a large social group sharing the same geographical or social territory, typically subject to the same political authority and dominant cultural expectations.
Society Used in a sentence: We are painfully aware of drugs, crime and other dangers to society.
Society Synonyms: the community, the general public, the people, the United States at large.
Other meanings and uses: He was a member of the American Society of Civil Engineers, She’s high society, You wouldn’t say that in polite society, They live on the fringe of society, She shunned the society of others.

What the above means to me is if you call yourself a ‘a member of society’, it is probably a good idea that you understand what that means and that you should understand the mores of the society in which you claim to be a part. Or on the otherhand, if you don’t, you might be a ‘sociopath’.
Social Mores Definition: The essential or characteristic customs and conventions of society.
Sociopath Definition: A person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behavior and a lack of conscience.

I see the United States as a society. In the beginning, millenia ago, the United States was a society made up of ‘Native Americans’. (I think we all know that story, and if you don’t you had best learn it, as a social obligation.) Then centuries ago  (1790 to 1850 the Colonial Migration) people escaping political persecution and other inhumanities came seeking freedom from their oppressors and we became the land of the free, which led to a bloody Civil War. Then from 1850 to 1930 we noticed immigrants from all over the world, most looking for a ‘better life’, as WWI had impoverished most of Europe. My parents came to the United States from Denmark in 1921, so I know from whence I write. What is really important to understand, is during this entire period, and probably untill 9/11, everyone in the United States (with the exception of the sociopaths) was working diligently to build the greatest nation in history and the greatest society in history.

The outcome of all of this work is our Society that is outlined in the Bill of Rights and the Constitution, and in The Rule of Law. Just in case you don’t understand what our societal mores are, let me iterate. We are (to a fault) a Society of tolerance, a Society of fairness, a Society of generosity, a Society of Laws.

Bottom line? If those aren’t your mores (in aggregate) you should find another society.

Note: My reasons for writing this piece was sparked by our current political crisis, our lack of respect for the law crisis, our drug and addiction crisis (commonly known as the homeless crisis), our burgeoning immunization crisis, our immigration crisis, our education (or lack thereof) crisis and our growing lack of love for eachother crisis.

How Did This Happen

How did we get from a little red hat saying “Make America Great Again” to a smear campaign calling our President and others racists for wearing it.

I’ll tell you what I think. There is something called a news cycle, the media act of reporting on a single subject or event from beginning to end. A typical news cycle runs for 24 hours. There are some that go on for days, weeks, months and even years. SOTU speech is an example of a 24hr cycle. Roger Stone examplifies a week cycle, Beto is an example of a month cycle, Robert Mueller is an example of a year(s) cycle. There is a singular cycle that carries on forever, “Bashing Trump”. Trying to bring down President Trump has become a media epidemic, an internal disease so powerful that the media can’t help itself, spreading a disease that has no cure. I don’t even think that President Trump’s demise would stop the insanity. It is a shameful situation the Media has gotten itself and our country into.

I have been saying to myself, “Keep it up media, it is only a matter of time before you are exposed for what you are” or “Hell I’m going to die soon, and why should I give a rats ass”, but that is no way to feel and think. I have grandchildren that will have to navigate this murkey bog, and they need a strong moral compass to get through it. “Make America Great Again” should go a long way to keeping and even keel.

 

 

 

 

 

A Few Of My Fa-vor-it Things

Teeth into the wind

There are two things (other than the usual exclusions, like wife, friends and family) for which I have a true passion, and they are words and dogs. Words and dogs are both unconditional, loyal and steadfast.

Recently this dog came into my universe and showed me the meaning of the word INTREPID, by bravely traveling 4,000+ miles by air, through blizzards, reroutings and delays and landing without complaint in a strange setting, giving and looking for love with every step of her grand entrance at SFO United Receiving . As I look at this picture and roll the word INTREPID around in my brain I wonder if I am using enough of a word to properly translate what I wanted say about her. A quick GOOGLE has put my fears to rest.

Take a minute and read each of these synonomic-descriptors in turn and as you say each word slowly to yourself, look at her picture.
“Fearlessunafraidundaunteddauntlessundismayedunalarmedunflinchingunshrinking,
unblenching, unabashedbolddaringaudaciousadventurousdashingheroicdynamic,
spiritedmettlesome, confidentindomitable, bravecourageousvaliantvalorous,
stoutheartedlionheartedstalwartplucky, gutsyspunkygame, and ballsy.”

Yeah, I think I that’s a good word. Don’t you? 

 

 

Odin, Thor, Edgar – OMG This is so cool

We were coming home from the gym, and these 7 behemoths met us at the corner of our Dead End street. We stopped our car dead in its tracks to take a hard look. They didn’t scare and take flight, but rather shifted from talon to talon, stretched their necks and wings and stared, beady-eyed out of their ugly little red heads. There was one on the ground that, coughed up something, pecked at it, and downed it again. He flew back up into the tree and took his place on a empty limb, and there they all sat. Never in my life have I seen a sight like this. I sat mesmerized, frozen and a little scared.

What did they forbode? Why were they there, all facing me, on my block, when there was all of California, Baja, Arizona and Utah to land in. “Are they waiting for me? Is this really a cruel joke? Are they even real?”, I found myself thinking. “Holy Smokes is this an omen? Is Odin or Thor calling me to Valhalla?” I cringed at the thought. “Did Edgar Allen resurrect, and is he here staging a photo for the cover of his newest novel?” My mind was going crazy. “Is that it? Am I going nuts? Do I start foaming at the mouth any minute now?”

The California Condor is a creature that has survived near extinction, soars like and eagle, does nothing to harm humans (live ones at least), and cleans up our roadkill. Sitting, staring at them I saw a palpable strength. I could feel it. Why were they roosting there? I also thought I saw a weariness in their demeanor. In the end I felt very blessed, privileged and finally happy to be in their presence. What an experience.

 

Dear Kamala – Letters I’d Like to Write

Dear Kamala,

Your pose on your coming-out poster appears to be an emotional, ernest appeal to your would-be voters to see you as a sincere champion of the people, wanting nothing for yourself, and everything “For Our Country“. Kamala; the Lotus Flower, with purity of the body, speech and mind; the bringer of truth and clarity “For Our Country“. That was Day One.

Day Two was a different story. Full of yourself and your vast government experience, you strode upon the world stage and began what I assume is going to be a two year bashing of “Our Country’s President“, rather than initiating a rousing campaign to find the truth “For Our Country“. You made the comment (and I paraphrase); “Here it is Day 31 of the Shutdown, people are suffering and Trump is still embarked on his EGO (pet, signature, ?) Project to build the wall”.

Just for clarity’s sake, Kamala, Donald Trump began and ended his campaign with a tireless, energetic, whirlwind swing around, and around “Our Country” trying to understand what the people want from their President. He went everywhere, including “Our Little Part Of Our Country“, Redding, California. By the time he got to us he was rumpled and tired. Standing hunched over the podium, the Trump/Pence sign hanging askew, he folded up his envelope notes, stuffed them in his wrinkled coat and started speaking from his heart. He had heard from nearly all the people in “Our Country“, and laid out his promises. He knew that the rank and file was restless and aching to hear from him what is best “For Our Country“.  Fresh from the Kate Steinle murder, he announced what 63 Million American voters wanted to hear, he was going to secure the Southern Border. I, the first generation son of naturalized Danish-American immigrants, plus 63 Million voters, plus I’ll wager 30 Million Democrats, want a border that works, that protects us.

You have a very good chance of going far, Lotus Blossum, don’t squander your opportunity on party line. Live your mantra “For Our Country“. Lack or sincerity among the elected is wearing very thin, just ask Elisabeth.

Good Luck, you are going to need it.

Shooting in Nirvana

I was not a good shot with a pistol. My usual pattern was down and to the right of where I am aiming. In my wisdom, or lack thereof, I had concluded that I don’t squeeze the trigger properly. I don’t squeeze with the pad of my trigger finger, but rather in the crook of the first knuckle. For the longest time I compensated by aiming at a point up and to the left of what I wanted to hit, and that worked for four shots, and then didn’t.

I have decided to obtain my CCW License, and realized that I better improve at the “hitting what I aim at” idea, and went to the shooting range for some much needed practice.  Down and to the right, down and to the right, no matter what I did, nothing changed. I noticed that the guy in the booth next to me was nailing his target, and shooting five shot patterns that looked looked like Bachelor Buttons, gaping holes in the target.

“Nice shooting”, I said. “Thanks”, was the non-boastful answer. We spoke for some time and he finally asked me if I could access Youtube, and suggested that I look up a “Focus on the Front Sight” video, by an ex-Navy Seal. I was completely blown away by this video (no pun intended). The rest, as they say, is History.  The videographer is Chris Sajnog (pronounced Saw – nog), and I recommend that anyone wanting to shoot straight, have a look at his work.

I shoot straight, I grip right and stand right. No more “down and to the right”.

Music Moves Me

 

Someone asked me the other day if I liked music. “I love music”, I answered. Why do you love music? “Because it moves me”, I said. The answer just came out of the blue, but for some reason, I knew my answer was true, but even I needed to know why. When I got home I went to my Youtube List, and started to listen to the music that I love.

So what moves me here. 1) The audience’s clammor for the three striking singers as they walked in. 2) Almost from the first chord my eyes started to tear up, and my mouth formed a smile. 3) The audience kissing and hugging eachother, smiling, crying, one person openly sobbing. 4) The spontaneous participation of the audience ranging from 5 years to 80+ years. 5) Rieu’s stimulating violin. 6) The presentation of the notes by the young women, filling their lungs and pressing the notes to higher and higher harmoneous perfection. 7) The lyrics.

And why does this move me? 1.) The adulation of a crowd who revere these two men as much as I do, numbering enough to fill Shea Stadium in New York. 2) I dare anyone to listen to this and not move their body and grin til it hurts. 3) the deafening roar of appreciation from the crowd.

For some reason I watched this season and I fell in love with this young lady. I am moved by her music and her 1) Raspy Rock and Roll Voice, that is strong, but not screechy and screamy like most young singers today. 2) her femininity and sexuality provide a warmth to her voice that makes me want to hug her (and not in a dirty old man, perveted way). 3) Her willing desire to sing a song for the value of the story and the feelings it evokes.

Turn your volume up to listen to this marvelous aria.

There is a purity to this voice that is very hard to describe, but each time I hear “Nessun Dorma” from Turandot I sob like a baby. I have since my mother introduced me to it as a boy, along with “Oh Mimi” from La Boheme, “The Flower Duet”, from Lakmé and many more.

Music Moves Me.