Trust and Obey?

There’s a new sheriff in town
I’ve heard he speaks loudly,
Carries a teeny tiny schtick
His minions denounce loudly,

Don’t mind his words
Just trust in his heart

But I’ve listened and looked
Can’t tell his intent apart
From the hate and the bile
He spews with such glee
If he expects obeisance
He won’t get it from me.

Trust and obey?
For there’s no other way?
To survive four years
Of a would be tyrant’s sway.
Pardon my dissent,
I’ll use reason and wit
Hide under the hedgerow
And gleefully resist.

What We Lost

Studly Doright was out of town much of last week. My days were busy, but my nights were long and empty without my favorite guy here to make sure the tv was set either on American Pickers or Sports Center. I find that I’m not nearly as fluent in the art of Remote Control Manipulation as Studly.

On Wednesday evening I took myself to see Hidden Figures, a film about the importance of a group of African American women as human computers at NASA in the early 1960’s, and the obstacles they faced while simply trying to do their jobs. 

Because they were Black, these women weren’t allowed to use any restrooms other than the one in their wing of the building, often necessitating long, frantic walks to take care of basic needs. Because they were Black, they couldn’t get coffee from the communal pot in their office. Because they were Black and female they weren’t allowed to sit in on critical meetings, even when their presence might have resulted in quicker solutions.

This is a good film, and it made me furious. It should make all of us furious. When I think of all we have lost as a nation because we refused to recognize the abilities, the talents, the intelligence of all people regardless of race or gender I want to scream. 

Who knows what diseases might have been cured, what inventions developed, if society hadn’t been so intent on excluding women in general and women of color in particular from full participation in society?

And what groups of people are we excluding now? What groups do we try to keep in their place? Oh, maybe there aren’t separate restrooms anymore, but our new commander-in-chief would love to discriminate against Mexican Americans and Muslim Americans. He treats women as chattel to be grabbed as needed. 

My rant is over, but this argument isn’t. Get pissed off. Don’t allow trump to segregate or alienate or exclude any group of people because of his fears, his insecurities. 

Now I’m going to master that damned remote control. If a group of women could figure out how to put men in space and safely bring them back to earth, I can surely figure out how to efficiently switch between multiple channels in order to avoid commercial interruptions.

Peace, people.

Found at Sea

Love, come sail with me
To the edge of the known world
Where sea and sky kiss

We’ll find our true selves
‘Neath cerulean heavens
Far from earth’s safe shores

I’ll be your lighthouse
Your compass’s truest north
You’ll be my anchor.

Photographic inspiration by Suzanne Balding

https://sbalding67.wordpress.com/

Trending on Twitter

After Trump’s spokesdemon, Kellyanne Conway, introduced the term “Alternative Facts” on a Sunday morning news show, the hashtag #alternativefacts began trending on Twitter. And there were some doozies:




And then there’s this:


If Trump truly wants us to give him a chance then he needs to give truth a chance. Stop worrying about who has the biggest dick, I mean crowd, and begin the real job of leading our country. 

Peace, people.

Wannabe

I wanna be a poet, a word slinger extraordinaire. Instead I’m a mimic, pacing

Off the steps, gimping up the line behind the real deal. Authenticity has meaning in rhyme’s

World. Weighty phrases loaded with innuendo and innocent declarations of true love.

Give me shelter, hoist me high, let me trade these paltry phrases for a silver plated platter.

A rose by any other name would still wilt and die, and therein lies the inherent problem: Reality.

Natalie Likes Me; She Really Likes Me

I follow Dixie Chicks’ outspoken lead vocalist, Natalie Maines on Twitter. My tweets to her generally go unacknowledged, but yesterday she liked one of my tweets. I feel like she just kissed my firstborn. 

Silent Running

As we enter the days of Trump, or as I’m inclined to think of them, The Doldrumps, here’s a little pre-apocalyptic fare from Mike and the Mechanics.

The video was cheesy, but the song always chilled me. 

https://youtu.be/HFaXHcVS33A
Silent Running

Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be closed at hand

Don’t believe the church and state
And everything they tell you
Believe in me, I’m with the high command

CHORUS
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?

There’s a gun and ammunition
Just inside the doorway
Use it only in emergency
Better you should pray to God
The father and the spirit
Will guide you and protect from up here

CHORUS

Swear allegiance to the flag
Whatever flag they offer
Never hint at what you really feel
Teach the children quietly
For someday sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still.

CHORUS (repeat 3 times)

Songwriters: Brian Alexander Robertson / Michael Rutherford

Marching FOR Women’s Rights

I marched in the rain
With thousands of
Like-minded people
My tears fell as I
searched for parking

Joyful that it was
IMPOSSIBLE given the
Number of women and men
Of ALL ages and colors
Who joined their voices

In support of women’s
Inalienable rights.
Democracy in action.
My ball gown was a poncho,
My stilletos, tennis shoes.

Trump, in your ivory tower,
Heed this, our cry:
Women’s rights are Human
Rights! Liberty for one;
Liberty for ALL.



My friend Julie and I were about midway in the long line of people that stretched from Railroad Park up the hill to Florida Agricultural and Mechanical University (FAMU). Estimates indicate more than a thousand people took to the streets to express our fervent plea that women’s rights and the rights of minorities be honored in this new administration.

Rain fell intermittently, but spirits were high. Nothing could dampen the glow of democracy in our midst. 

Columns

What will hold us up
When the columns have crumbled?
When the pillars fall?


We took for granted
Truths that no longer hold firm
Cracked foundations all.


Will we then be rocks?
Stanchions raised in proud protest,
Resistors indeed!

Snapshot #94

The root system on this tree was mesmerizing. I call this one “Lady in Waiting.” Do you see her?