As Americans celebrate the peaceful transition of Presidential power on Capitol Hill I’m sure Putin is halfway through a bottle of vodka rubbing his hands together with glee.
America is a country in utter turmoil, effectively ripping itself apart. From this point on and into the foreseeable future all the enimies of western democracy just have to sit back and watch and wait. Yes the’re peaceful sit ins and marches planned for the next week and I have no doubt that they will number in the millions.
However as dignitaries arrived at the event gangs of black clad jack booted thugs ran through the streets. Many carrying solid red flags, smashing windows and trashing anything they could get their hands on. I personally witnessed a live shot of a thug tossing a trash can and giving a quick Nazi salute before running off in an attempt to evade police and pepper spray. Just a little too close to Kristallnacht (The Night of Broken Glass) for my liking. I couldn’t tell if I was watching the live news feed or the Pink Floyd video Run Like Hell.
It appears that battle lines are being drawn in America and I sincerely hope that scenes like what the world witnessed today are the exception and not the new normal. I also wish the incoming American President the best of luck with healing a fractured nation even if I, a Canadian, do not agree with his policy. As much as it pains me to say it, the world needs a strong America.
Do not play into the hands of our foes, be strong and united America. Bring yourselves together regardless of your political views. The world, friend and foe, is watching you.
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I have only a handful of people that know about the cold and wind that I’m talking about. Christian and Annuschka. I live in Winnipeg a crazy town, that is very bipolar.
Summer has a festival every week. In winter we hunker down but is no less hospitable.
We are a warm city. It’s cold here sometimes but we welcome all, actually offering refuge for many Islamic refugies.
In this uncertain state, and our uncertainty in global government I am glad for our cold.
Those who refuse to remember the past are doomed to repeat it.
WOW, I have been watching stand up comedy of the lets say 35 – 40 years and I can’t believe the things when I was young and dumb that I found freaking hysterical.
Eddie Murphy, Delirous we passed that tape around. I can almost quote every joke in the show. Also no one was exempt. Gay men for starting aids, Latinos, it was a free and awesome time.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not singling any person out. I believe in one race… human. I go back to Carlin who was raunchy and wise, Lenny Bruce who was wild for the period. If you are Canadian in the 80s you know McLean and McLean. The dirtiest but nicest show I’ve ever seen in a bar.
Wayne and Shuster class acts. But the comedy today is getting so more specific, targeting. Maybe I’m wrong.
Maybe George Carlin had it right, stick to what you know and just say what you can’t say on TV.
We can all feel tension on the wire I believe. Those little strands that hold our lives together so tenuously. We never are even concious of them at a day to day level as we drudge on or live happy in our days. We sometimes let them go slack as fishing line in a river only years later to somehow reel it in for contact. And other days we think we are going to cut our hand trying to hold on.
Somehow like spiders we navigate our web of relationships, as the strands move in good times and bad. Often there are many working on the network of our lives, and other times we seem alone working those lines that keep us together are vast and they never may feel the touch of our hands again. That is a hard task but one we can never give up to keep that blend of wires together no matter how thin and scabby.
We all dance on a tightrope of our experiences and our relationships. Try to be wise on the ones you keep and the ones you clip short.
Authors Note: My Mother was in surgery this morning and by all accounts is doing well. But the alagory is the same none the less. Gave me a moment to pause and contemplate relationships we never think will end.
So I went for breakfast the other morning. Great eggs Benidict, the best, greatest. As I was drinking my coffee. Actually the first cups in years. I heard a woman talking about politics, not strange but the passion she had was immense. I was at the counter to pay my bill, and I just went over and hugged her. Not a creepy groping hug but a tender loving hug.
She looked up in bewildered silence and said I was wondering who hugged me. I replied I had heard her speach and thought she needed a hug. I payed my bill and exited.