Tuesday, August 31, 2010
The fish tank looks great but the water falling and bubbling is noisy. The fish are digging around the bottom for lost morsels of moms breakfast which is goldfish food. What we have is two Metynnis hypsauchen swimming in the tank.
It is peaceful here in Western Kentucky.
Since we live in a democracy people let others be but we do have a choice as to who lives in our neighborhoods. Violent criminals we weed out as any other social network of individuals. It not a very hard nudge but none the less it is a nudge. It is very difficult to live here if you are something other than a Christian. This is a Christian stronghold. Temples and Catholic churches are at a minimum.
But you as an individual can live here in peace if peace is what you want.
Monday, August 30, 2010
My body has been working hard and that makes me stay near the restroom while my stomach is in turmoil for the duration of the fight.
I did move the aquarium into the living room and the fish are in it (2). I set up the bottom filter and the air stones. Payday I get new stones. I still have to clean the filter hardware this morning but I will have to wait because it requires a lot of noise and mom just now went back to bed.
Today she moves her work clothes in her closet.
We are about ready to close the pool but the solar blanket still has some work to do as does the solar heater. They do make a big difference.
There is no war in Western Kentucky but Western Kentucky is leery of storing weapons in buildings of worship. Like I said there is no war in Western Kentucky because we obey the law and that states there is to be no violence.
Do you want peace or are you going to be violent.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Obama is instructing the mine and oil safety officials not to tell the mines and oil well when they are coming to inspect their mines and wells.
The food and drug administration will do the same and I am sure that the immigration officials will stop manufacturing plants from hiring illegal immigrants. In Western Kentucky last week a chicken food processor did not know that they had 60 illegals working for them. They gave some lame excuse of not knowing. I am not sure that they will be prosecuted for breaking the law? Should they be prosecuted and deported too.
We are going to remove everything from our sons room. Today I move the fish tank to the living room. When the room is empty then we will remove the old carpet and replace it with new carpet. We will do that to every room in our home except the kitchen because it has ceramic tiles on it. I have the photos on our home at Picasa.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
I looks as though we will not move out of this home of ours because we have put too much inflated money into it and when it is time to sell it someone will say, "These are hard times - sorry!" and offer us $35,000 for the place.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
But for now it is very peaceful in Western Kentucky. If I have to I'll try to grow my garden back and if the deer comes by to eat it then I will eat him. But for now it is songs, butterflies and hummingbirds.
I picked up a brochure to see what homes are selling at around here and I was shocked. $40,000 dollars for a three bedroom starter home. But you need to be a good Christian to live here in peace.
Friday, August 27, 2010
It is quiet and peaceful in Western Kentucky. I hear some machine running but I do not know where it is? Ah I think it is our pool pump. Mom just fired up the local FM radio while she readies for work.
I sometimes wonder if I am normal or controversial. I write my congressman monthly and I write a letter to the editor once a year. I think of my self as moderate because I am willing to listen to both sides and encourage them to listen to the sounds surrounding their being. Which is a little more spiritual than political. My opinions are based on history and its influence on my body and mind.
I grew up Catholic but my mind was widened when I read about what happened to the Jews in World War II, what Gandhi did in India, what injustices were happening to the blacks and what was yelled at me on occasions. My mind took off with the words omnidirectional and infinite in my catechism book in parochial school. It showed me a god that was spread from his being as in the sun rays. This led me to positive and negative numbers where we as human beings could count in one direction forever. These thoughts were constants and soon my ten year old mind expanded and tried to grasp it all. At that point in my mind philosophy was where it was at but I also wanted to be a priest to spread peace and to right injustice.
All during high school and into my time in the service I fell in love with Michelangelo and the Renaissance artists I looked and read every book available about them. None of it stuck but the love of art was a constant.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
House GOP Leader John Boehner (Ohio) this week blamed Democratic policies for exacerbating a gap in the pay between public and private workers that he claims was rising even as the country suffers through a housing crisis and high unemployment.
House and Senate Republicans already have offered legislation to freeze the salaries of the 2 million federal employees through amendments to economic stimulus bills being ushered through Congress by Democrats. Each effort has failed due to opposition from Democrats.
Time to contemplate the written word of this man's mind.
What has been unknown is slowly being understood and what is not understood is given an idea and area of understanding.
We can assume that the kingdom does travel at the speed of light beyond our sight. Those of us that understand rather well have been worshiped and studied.
It is peaceful here in Western Kentucky. There is no war outside my door, all the warriors in our area know the law and the law says no war in Western Kentucky. We have orders from a Higher Authority.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I feel great and mentally I am clean and peaceful. My cup is half full with plenty more to drink.
I have paper cuts on my hands and I am wondering how they got that way. Grass clippings or pool covering? I vote for the grass clippings because I scooped them up with my hands. I normally move them with a rake.
Monday, August 23, 2010
By PAUL KRUGMAN
But these same politicians are eager to cut checks averaging $3 million each to the richest 120,000 people in the country. "
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I have talked to people about how the city fathers want you to conserve the water in your city. In truth you should have a pool in your backyard. Do you hear what is happening to the rain forest in South America. They are burning them, that is a good way to become a desert. My best examples of what to do what is right for the planet are Israel and Las Vegas. They use water, they hold water in basins (reservoirs), they have swimming pools.
Trees in the Amazon (South America) hold water, swimming pools in Las Vegas hold water, Israel uses water to irrigate their plants.
When you have water under mulch, in pools, with misters, drip waterers, Amazon forests and reservoirs the water vapor rises to the clouds and stays in the area, when you burn the earth ash consumes the water plus you lose the ability to store water in trees and mulched landscapes.
It is nice to create machines that use less water as in toilets but do we really need a shower that only dampen your dreams. I removed all the strainers out of our shower, we shower with a full head of water which goes down the drain and into the earth where it is held until it evaporates and rises to water someones else's garden.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Today a handful of senators are successfully blocking President Obama’s nominees by forcing the Senate to choose between confirming judges or completing any other business.
A supermajority of senators can break a filibuster, but once a filibuster is broken, Senate rules still permit up to 30 hours of floor debate before taking a vote. It would thus require nearly two months of uninterrupted, 24-hour days of debate in order to confirm President Obama’s 45 pending nominees. And no other business could be conducted during this entire period. When you also factor in the more than 100 executive branch nominees awaiting a vote plus the need to actually enact appropriations and legislation, it is simply impossible for the Senate to get more than a fraction of its work done in the face of blanket obstructionism.
Our trip stretched us and I am thankful that mom works at Wal Mart.
I was going to pick up the grass clipping today but I guess I will do something else. Mom wants me to gather seeds and save them for the February indoor planting season and I also need to shock the pool plus Dolly sneezed all over our bedding so that needs to be taken care of.
As I was writing this I looked out and a very black cloud is now covering this area,
Friday, August 20, 2010
I have caught up on housekeeping and have to go out and mow. I did clean the pool last night and I have to do something about my bungee lattice it is falling apart.
My laptop works and I have to thank my son in law for the help. Think of a nice gift for him?
I loaded some photos on Picasso but that does not replace a good hard drive.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Tonight we go to a pizza party where she will get re-acquainted with her old class mates of the Class of 1960 Hammond High School.
It is a peaceful morning here in Northern Indiana. Outside I see a lawn service placing mulch around trees and flowers in our neighbors yard across the quiet street. This is a quiet peaceful street and neighborhood. I see no laws being broken or war ravaged homes. There is no war in Northern Indiana.
We toured Hammond and took photos. We went to the public library and went into the historical section and found of photo of the places that have been torn down but kept alive in photo at the library.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
We have red skies this morning and the cicadas are louder than ever. The hummingbirds are early morning feast'ers as the day will heat up as it did yesterday. It was 106 out back on the deck yesterday.
Today I clean house on the inside.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The next scene is the foreman going down the city street and sees a group of men and by just looking at them he realizes that he has an opportunity so he stops and asks, "Who is ready for work? I need four men this morning!"
I saw in the window at McDonald's a senior who was worried as to what happens to him after he graduates from high school (He has a job at McDonald's). There are no jobs for him there is only college if his parents pay or he gets a scholarship. After he graduates from college there are no jobs for him unless he becomes a professional soldier, entertainer or athlete.
People would not cross any border if there were no jobs. But what I hear is that there are no jobs. Someone is lying. Would you say that? Is it a high school graduate, college graduate, unemployed father, mother? Who is working?
Mom one of the most intelligent human beings I know is working at Wal Mart.
She asked me to go back to work. What can I do? Greet folks, clean toilets?
Monday, August 9, 2010
If we have to have a collar then we need to move to the country and free our animal from that sort of control.
I had another good thought but it does not come to mind at this instant. Maybe before the end of this sentence .
I just remembered why children need small inexpensive computers at home for home work.
Home work and backpacks are a dangerous combination. Unsuitable in this day of networking computing. We have enough knowledge walking the streets of America to create a perfectly good school network computer for 400 dollars for school and classroom and can be used until it dies. The computer cost 400 bucks and the backpack and books cost just about the same. Think of the paper we would save. Think of the poor posture and back pain it would solve.
The Senate passed this bill to provide $16.1 billion to extend increased Medicaid assistance to states and $10 billion in funding for states to create or retain teachers’ jobs. The House must vote on the bill next.
Sen. Mitch McConnell voted NO..
Sen. Jim Bunning voted NO..
The buildings where we worship we can assume are privileged and do abide by our laws.
The thought that our buildings of worship can do as they please because they assume since we worship as we please they the building structure is protected by United States law.
Our friends in the middle east use their building of worship to house bombs, weapons and ammunition thinking that is a safe haven from the law. In the United States structures are or are not covered by the United States Constitution. I think it is the states that have the power to enforce the law on religious structure.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
My back is sore, is that the bed or the mild exercise?
Mom is up checking her email.
I think some people want to live in a private small world where their law is king. They do not want the comforts of free speech or equal right. They want to trade their women as they please. They want us out.
They do want us to buy their goods and they do want to wear a watch and drive a jeep.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
A woman on a Louisville radio station called Obama a half-breed. Mixed ancestry is more appropriate as are most United States Citizens. Anyone who has followed the history of the United States realizes that we have married who we loved and not done what our ancestors had wanted us to do.
Our family here in Kentucky is a mixture of many nationalities. Saying that you are an American may be our best answer.
We haven't talked about our humming birds for a while, they are still here. They love our honeysuckle and our feeders. The bumble bees love our sunflowers but we have not seen many honey bees this year. They did find out what the problem was and I did see a few bees at the vets last week.
I haven't heard of anyone planting a roadside bomb on our street this month that must be something that folks in the middle east are good at.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
We take life for granted, the water will run from the tap and there is an ocean west of here. We have a friend that moved to town from the country. They were getting close to 70 or maybe a little over 70. Too much wood fell from the trees during the ice storm and they were still clearing the woods. Most farmers around here cannot coon or squirrel hunt because there is too much falling timber still falling in the woods. Someone told me that an old deer trail had moved because of the ice storm.
Our woods are very dangerous because a mild wind will move precarious branches and make life very unpredictable. There is plenty of firewood but it will be a chore because of the unsure footing and falling timber.
It is sunny and peaceful in Western Kentucky.
I remember the dust and I knew that it was dangerous on September 11, 2001 in New York City. Concrete dust mixed with everything in those building will kill and that is what we have to pay for. I know that the " T Party" will not want to pay any tax to help those people.
If they want to pay a tax to help those people then write your congressmen and say so.
I know that they will not write their congressmen because they have some kind of excuse to not write their congressmen.
Congress will vote for a tax if you say so.
I know you do not believe this.
Here is what I wrote on that day.
September 11, 2001
We are so vulnerable. Our hearts are very strong.
But when it comes to violence our body cannot protect itself without help.
I was told that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center Buildings in New York.
I walked over and looked at the TV, as I watched the fire and
smoke in one building, another plane flew right into the other building.
I knew then that something was not right.
I knew that something evil was taking place right before my eyes.
I realized that human bodies were being consumed by fire and wreckage.
The intense heat was vaporizing human lives in those buildings.
I knew that the smoke was going to smother the lives of human beings trapped in the upper stories of these two buildings.
As I watched in amazement white/gray smoke fell slowly to the ground.
I thought to myself, " The other building is disappearing and falling to the ground."
The concrete from the building was falling on human beings and disintegrating them right before my eyes.
This catastrophe was pulverizing human life.
More that two thousand human lives were being blown to bits by the heavy weight and pressure of the falling building.
The vaporized bits of concrete and human beings formed a cloud that billowed over the earth.
This dust of human form and concrete settled on the earth.
Only pieces of life were blown away to fall to the ground and settle into their own dust.
I watched again as the second building fell in the same manner with the same results.
It is difficult to understand why another human being would take pride in seeing this happen.
It is difficult to understand why any one would think that this was good and that god would approve of this violence.
The dust of these human beings will settle over the earth.
The dust that is choking me was once alive, a life with a family.
Where is the value in the lighthearted flower?
Could I paint a wonderful picture of a mare standing with her foal behind a black fence swishing
her tail in the colors of the fall foliage?
Would there be any harm in painting a picture like that.
Could I write a poem about dreams in an obscure language making it flow with delight?
Would there be any harm in that?
I have wonderful choices. So why can't the world have those choices?
Where did the world depart in the wonderful dreams of youth?
Are we going to stand up and say what is on our minds?
I think the world knows that we are divided and together as one.
We will all behave differently.
We will condemn violence but we will try to stop a recurring ball from bouncing out of control.
Will our words make sense? Nope!
Our emotions will tell the story.
In the minds of the young, terrorism has sealed it's own coffin.
The world now knows that death of two thousand people will not solve any of their problems.
Like an old factory, the framework of their minds will have to be retooled.
They'll have to update their thoughts and realize that violence does not solve anything.
They are condemned in the minds of the world.
The prison is in their minds; the falling building will fall repeatedly in their dreams.
The screams of the children of god will slide down their walls.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
What about the grammar?
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The cicadas are constantly ringing or rasping their legs and it drones on like a song above the traffic and singing birds.
It is peaceful here in Western Kentucky. We obey religious and historical law and our government lets us chose. The only evil is the historical gap between the rich and the poor and that is widening and the rich are pushing their congressmen for more breaks to widen the gap our poor president is at the whim of Senator Mitch McConnell and his powerful "T Party"o still alive?il and coal lobbyist.
Our pool has dip to a 84 degree temperature on the bottom which was my choice. I left the cover off last night and the pool cooled. When we went to bed it was 88 degrees on the bottom. I can still hop in but it takes courage as in dipping into the California Pacific sea.
Monday, August 2, 2010
He will be placing his menu online.
I had some pizza left over and it was as fine today as it was the day we ate at Thom's Marion Cafe.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
I marched out at the head of the line. Behind me came six others, his wife Helen, Officer Jones, Sister Mary, Father McCarty, and his parents John and Marie. We wore the faces of gloom, tired and worn streaks were etched in our brows. When did we give up? What could we do but wait. He had sucked every ounce of humanity from our bones, we had finally given in. He was now doomed to die as he wished, empty and void without regard.
No one really cared anymore, he would fertilize the earth, so be it.
God, we wanted to do more. How did we ever decide to give up. How could it be possible that there could exist a human without hope, lost and void of possibilities. Never in our life had we ever met such a completely void sack of bones.
We let him walk away, we were dumbfounded, we had poured humanity into an abyss, leaving us tired and blank. We had lost to an empty shell of a man. He may still be walking somewhere absorbing goodwill from gentle creatures and walking away in his stupor of void, leaving of trail of people that wanted to help.
If the world would all perish and I would be standing untouched, I would not shed a tear.
My callus shell would just stand alone. My aura would be all I had to keep me warm.
What a selfish warmth?
Such a strange world I have placed myself in? An egotistical martyr, with only a mirror to keep me warm.
There is a mind that does not understand, standing in the corner, out of the way. Looking and searching for answers. Toes turned in, in a shy poise. Waiting for someone to give them the time. There's Johnny by the chairs, broom and dust pan in hand, picking up the pieces of Someone else's broken heart.
The planet will not be happy until the United States citizen earns $4:00 a day on average. That unemployment check is getting it closer. Waitress's have always been there followed closely by hospital aids and car wash employees.
The big wedding seems absurd and as they say the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer. If I did not know it the wages about the same as the early depression. Walmart and McDonald's are the big employers around here. The norm here is two part time jobs.