Robert Francis Kennedy
November 20, 1925 - June 6, 1968
Way back before the reputation of the democratic party became sullied in that mire of uncontrolled leftist debauchery they presently wallow in there were the Kennedys.
They were a prominent political family who largely lived their lives under the microscope of public scrutiny and bore witness to that greatness and frailty which marks the human condition.
Robert Francis Kennedy largely existed in the shadow of his father, Joseph P Kennedy and his brother, John Fitzgerald Kennedy coming into his own after the assassination of his President brother in a motorcade in Dallas, Texas on November 22, 1963 ... when I was a mere 8 years old.
He rose to the office of U.S. Senator from New York from January 1965 until his untimely death by assassination in June 1968 ... when I was a foolish child of 13.
Now there are liberals and there are libtards, the difference being a grasp of reality the latter fails to grasp.
Robert Kennedy is rightfully viewed by some as a icon of liberal politics in the United States — but he always kept those ideals under check and never went off on the insane tangents so common in the democratic party nowadays as the result of the poor leadership of Nancy Pelosi, Chuck Schumer, and these failed students of our Republic including that incessant west coast deviant Adam Schiff and his equally aberrant unamerican acolytes Maggie Hirono representing Hawaii, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez of New York, Ilhan Omar of Minnesota, Ayanna Pressley of Massachusetts and Rashida Tlaib of Michigan.
What a poor show in the government by these unsubstantive game playing buffoons who would usurp the constitution at every turn in their quest to make us the socialist welfare state and wealth reallocation dream of the democrats and their main stream media cohorts in general.
We need to rise up against these enemies of the state. I for one am fed up with the leftist notions of socialism and illegal immigration beyond my personal tolerance already. The democratic party is a blight upon the nation and an embarrassment to The Republic and should be stricken from the record permanently.
One day in 1989 I was over at my good friend's house watching VHS tapes when we popped in Harlem Nights starring Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy, Redd Foxx, Della Reese and Danny Aiello among others.
By the time it was over Vera, played by Ms Reese had won my heart with her humor and most tender drama and it was then I decided I needed to reevaluate what I considered to be important in performance arts.
It was truly an eye opening experience with her portraying a madam in a bordello with period costumes and the entire ten yards to include a quiet concerned motherly side for the character portrayed by Eddie Murphy.
Then in 1994 there was the television drama Touched by an Angel, a series about angelic intervention in the lives of people featuring Ms Reese along with Roma Downey, John Dye, and Valerie Bertinelli who are angels on various missions impacting the mortals to whom they are charged.
She played the experienced angelic being Tess and some of those episodes featured favorite moments of mine during the time frame.
I followed this program as my schedule permitted and the moments were on a par with other such offerings. Having a religious streak I've tried not to lose over the years I am naturally attracted to such theatrical material as a matter of personal interest.
Delloreese Patricia Early aka Della Reese performed jazz and gospel music, was a insightful actress with impeccable timing and style of performance, and enjoyed a productive career of 70 some odd years. She was one of the true ensemble greats during her lifetime.
Ms Reese passed at home in Los Angeles at the age of 86 on this day in 2017; likely from natural causes though she did suffer from adult onset diabetes. Rest in peace.
It my studies of scripture, I have learned that the the great white throne judgement of the one true God whose name is "I Am" and NOT "I Was" will begin with those who occupy the pulpit in His holy name.
Each time I consider these teachings I think of the peril of the Rev Jim Jones who would sully the body of Christ in those base traditions of men for his own carnal knowledge, enrichment, and the darkest depths that sin may thrust anyone.
Even the devil himself is commanded "Touch not my annointed" and may not go where Jim Jones went in his deviant religious career. He started out innocently enough.
However, he devolved into a manipulative murderous monster who raped, pillaged, and otherwise exploited his congregation known as "The People's Temple".
Beginning as a civil rights preacher his downward spiral began in faith healing through cult leadership culminating a mass suicide at his Jonestown, Guyana commune.
Media reports of human rights abuses within the People's Temple were not enough to curtail the final tragedy when US Representativer Leo Ryan and a delegation sent to investigate were shot down in cold blood ... Murdered by the inner circle thugs which comprised the leadership of the "temple".
The mass suicide by 918 commune members included 304 children, killed by drinking a cyanide-poisoned children's soft drink called Flavor Aid. Those who did not drink the poison were shot with rifles during their attempt at escape.
Today is World Prematurity Day, an annual thing to bring preterm births to the fore and make those concerns for preterm infants and their families known to the world.
Originating in Europe in 2008 the observance has been called World Prematurity Day since 2011. It is now part of the yearly calendars in some 60 plus countries.
Planned parenthood would likely object because surviving infants cannot be dismembered and sold for parts and are therefore not commodity items in the 'pro choice' realm.
They would much prefer using a surgical meathook and ripping the infant from the womb as a condition of pre sale operations to hedge that abortionist sideline which has evolved into the real moneymaker for an organization which would tout itself as one which provides mercy style services. As for me, I believe that a kid should have every opportunity to live and grow to attain that potential to which he or she may. I've always been a sucker for babies and mamas ... and puppies.
The impeachment is a "how do you feel" not "what are the facts" affair whereby no work is getting done in the democrats decline to work the will of the voter in favor of their vendetta against the President for winning over their crimminal candidate — who has the audacity to claim that she's under "extreme pressure" to run yet again in 2020.
The power hungry envy and jelousy exhibited by the democrats has devolved into cheap theater of trivialization and Maggie Hirono style ignorant mouthy lack of substance and tolerance ... when they are not practicing Dick Durbin's patented style of public liar in office.
The right didn't treat the brigand Obama in this shoddy fashion during that national TRAGEDY which was his election ... TWICE.
The main stream media and the democrats obviously fail to realize their diminished influence due to their lack of objectivity.
We need to be more disruptive in this matter and stop letting the the left continue their childish temper tantrum over a failed platform, turkey representatives, and utterly corrupt leadership.
The evidence and the process are totally lacking in the democratic majority and that's the way they want it. They set up their own rules tilted in their favor.
This is not how our government should be happening.
I write a lot of risky and risque stuff. Superimposed upon this is a certain level of peril. Were I widely read I would probably receive more flak than I already do about some of my topical forays ... but I doubt that more hate mail would diminish my approach nor the severity of what I have to say about certain no character having others.
The scum and dirtbags of the democratic party need to be called down and removed from office by any means necessary. The libtards and so-called "progressives" are simply an extension of that criminal element which also needs to be eradicated from the face of the earth like so much garbage left to rot in our public institutions.
Today is the Day of the Imprisoned Writer. It is yearly and international with an intent to recognize and support repressed writers in the name of freedom of expression. You know, some of those rights the democrats would strike from the record just like they're trying to change written history itself.
This day began in 1981 under the auspices of PEN International's Writers in Prison Committee.
Writers such as Saudi Arabian author Jamal Khashoggi are imprisioned and murdered for writing about and publicizing the truth. The left assails our right to call them down as what they are: that criminal element in the government which needs to be removed.
I decline to be silent. I will not be told to stand down and be quiet. The democrats and progressives are evil as is their financier George Soros and I intend to continue saying this until they throw me in prison or kill me.
Just remember not to bring a stick to a gun fight and that some of us plan to return fire ... and have been practicing accurate head shots from a distance for years now. I will not go quietly into the night nor the Saudi embassy in Turkey.
I've had my share of love's ups and downs. I once thought that God had neglected to pick out a girl for me; but in retrospect, there have been many and it was I who allowed them to pass by the wayside.
It occurs to me that in all of the prospects I've had in life I was the disinterested party by and large. Yeah, I've known my share of rejections as well but in the sum total of this interpersonal thing I've managed to maintain a grip on the wherefore and the why.
Regrets, sure there are a few and I am reticent to mention them due to the ancient history aspect they now hold. Besides, I've always viewed 'kiss and tell' and other aspects of amore gone awry in extremely poor taste.
Likewise, it's purely amazing that I should allow myself to be so picky in the sum total of who I am and where I've been.
Nowadays I'm just too darn old to be pursuant of some relationship which will only prove to be less satisfying than the "right now" encounters I now enjoy on an intermittent basis — so yes ... the fray, the game, the hunt simply no longer floats my boat.
Intimacy motive refers to recurrent preferences or readiness to experience warmth, closeness, and communicative interaction with other people. This is a fundamental flaw with my interpersonal relationships anymore. I no longer have an intimacy motive to speak of. It appears that I vastly prefer casual encounters and distance to what I'm encountering otherwise with those whose tastes differ.
In other words I'm just not much into courting anymore.
I think it's fine for others to either want or not to wish to be in a relationship. However, often some of these people have a concurrent wish to be pursued ... you know, wined and dined and coddled and I'm afraid that the environments are too diparate to the point that my shields go up and poof — I'd rather just avoid the mess altogether.
Now, were I some pimply high school harry all ushy, gushy, mushy, and touchie feelie it would be different. At this late stage of the game I'm content to just jump in there, engage in something casual and meaningless, then jump out and on to the next thing to be encountered.
I'm also quite partial to cash and carry type girls who are motivated come and go as they please.
Perhaps it's just some internal cynical spin of mine. Maybe one game playing female too many. Regardless I'm certainly not in the mood for any triviality and this is all relationships have to offer me at this juncture.
Therefore, I'd just as soon pass. Thanks, but no thanks. It didn't have to be that way, but it's how things turned out. The terms for getting all cuddly have simply become too severe.
Love can make you happy
Wake up in the morning with the sunshine in your eyes
And the smell of flowers blooming fills the air
Your mind is filled with the thoughts of a certain someone - that you love
Your life is filled with joy when she is there
Love can make you happy if you find someone who cares
To give a life time to you and who has a love to share
If you think you've found someone you'll love forevermore
Then it's worth the price you'll have to pay
To have, to hold's important when forever is the phrase
That means the love you've found is going to stay
Love can make you happy if you find someone who cares
To give a life time to you and who has a love to share
love, love
Love can make you happy
Love can make you happy
Love can make you happy
Love
I'm not nearly as "kind" as I once was. In my youth I was this sap willing to take to heart any cause and I suppose virtue signalling was a part of my nature way before it became a national tragedy.
These days I am somewhat more cynical than I was earlier. Perhaps it is the exposure to those realities imparted upon me by the evil democratic party.
Those liars like Nancy Pelosi, the eternal crook Adam Schiff, Chuck ass Schumer and his infinite subterfuge, "the squad" and their antiamerican rhetoric, of course mouthy, stupid, and criminal Maxine Waters.
I won't even get into the stupidity of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, acolyte of the socialist deviant Bernie Sanders and his false claims of racism ...
Then of course there is the Mr Tom Steyer whom youtube can't keep from pushing commercials in their attempt to make me hate them even more than I presently do. He obviously has more money than sense because he makes none to me I'd just as soon never see or hear from him again.
On this World Kindness Day I'd like to reiterate that I wish they'd all die.
World Kindness Day one of those world-wide happenings each November 13.
Held under the auspices of the "World Kindness Movement" which is a coalition of nations from what I hear it has been in effect since 1998.
The purpose of the event is to mark good deeds in the community with a focus on positivity and that thread of kindness said to bind us.
Kindness is said to be a part of being human and transcends politics, gender, zip code, race, and religion.
World kindness day does not take into consideration that reality which is the attempt by the democrats to destroy The Republic and I take issue with it for that very reason.
When I was a child I was a comic book fan. We used to sit around for hours on end reading boxes full.
There was always time to imagine myself some fantastic character beyond human capability like one of the X-Men or the Hulk ... and believe me those daydreams were fairly frequent and quite lengthy.
When I think of all the vintage comic book titles which have passed through my hands it's just another reason to rue the fact that I was unable to keep anything from my past. Some of those titles would be exceedingly valuable at this point in time.
I recall episodes of the Big Bang Theory where the boys were pursuant of various pop culture icons including comic books. Never having viewed them as an "investment" so much as immediate entertainment ... the thought of keeping various books sealed in plastic and stored in safety deposit boxes escapes me to this day.
In the world of comics and media arts there was Stanley Martin Lieber, aka Stan Lee. His collaborators are many and some of my most favorite artists whom I have followed over the years as well — but the man himself is set apart for that which he gave to the worlds of comic books, science fiction, cinema, and television. Few have distiguished themselves to the degree of Stan Lee. His cameos were typically hilarious regardless of where they were encountered.
My lack of vision for the genre never fazed my respect for Stan Lee and his cohorts because what they produced was always valuable in my eyes.
Having passed last year at the ripe old age of 95 he left a mark on the world that will stand on it's own merits for generations to come.
Robert Francis Vaughn
November 22, 1932 – November 11, 2016
When I was a kid I watched a television program called 'The Man from U.N.C.L.E' and the exploits of Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin, two agents at odds with the evil organization K.A.O.S. and oh Lord, how I did enjoy the secret agent genre and the devices and the death defying antics of the two.
Napoleon Solo was played by Robert Vaughn, an American actor noted for his work on stage, film and in television. He was so suave and debonair that I often times envisioned myself in such a role when I grew up in that overpowering fantasy world I inhabited at that time.
After a long career of successful portrayals he passed in a hospice in Danbury, Connecticut on November 11, 2016 from leukemia. He was eleven days shy of his 84th birthday.
Prior to his passing in 1997 my old friend Dewitt was a stickler for the Marines and all things related to them.
He dutifully attended the Marine Corps League meetings and went out of his way to project a squared away appearance wearing a very smart uniform and indulging the group in every way possible.
Alas, it pretty much marked the end of our 'boon companionship' and I dare say I have spoken harshly about the league because of it's impact on my life ... but in retrospect it was all foolish and selfish and it was something loved dearly so how could I ever speak harshly of it or him or any of his choices.
One of the biggies in his life was the birthday ball which he began talking about very early and spent hour upon hour preparing for. It was his "night to howl" so to speak and all I could do was stand by and support him in his pursuit of the night.
The United States Marine Corps Birthday is celebrated yearly on the date that the Continental Marines were established, on the tenth of November.
The celebration includes a traditional ball and cake cutting ceremony. Yes, it was his day and he always went.
When my dear friend passed this earthly existence he was interred in his Marine Corps League uniform and I dare say he was a striking image laying there in that casket as I weeped but a few pews away.
So here's to his Marines, Semper Fi, Eldon. I miss you to this day.
A day where we find our freedom under attack by the democratic party of the United States of America. Operating under their crooked leadership they are out to undermine The Republic in their never ending pursuit of stealing the country for their own enrichment at the expense of the tax payer.
This day is a United States federal observance declared by then President George W Bush (ironically the son of Mr New World Order himself, traitor George H W Bush) to commemorate the fall of the Berlin Wall. This roughly corresponded to the end of communist rule in Central and Eastern Europe.
It started in 2001 and is celebrated on November 9.
We need to lose the brigand Obama and crooked Clinton loving traitor Bushes and the rest of the democrats of the United States who would undermine The Constitution as evidenced by their behaviors by any means necessary.
I try to keep the notion of personal boundaries — those which establish limits between some and others for the purpose of identifying a relatively reasonable level of coexistence in my short term memory for periodic review.
Now I have few boundaries in my personal sphere which would preclude another from approaching me for whatever manner of interaction is required ... and indeed, I often times feel that those who require such formality might as well go take a flying leap anyway.
However, there are also distinct differences in my interaction with those familiar to me and those I consider to be unacquainted and I dare say the difference is night and day to a steep degree.
I don't joke around with those I don't know. I don't allow those I don't know to enter my home. I surely don't take much in the way of crap from people I don't know either.
By the same token, I don't let unfamiliars joke too much with me. I don't enter the homes of others unknown to me, and I refrain from giving crap to them either unless they have provoked me — which does occasionally happen.
Your response either "good" or "band" to me does not typically trigger anything untoward. If I detect hostility I may get in your face so we can see just who is the badder ass in the mix. If someone is trying to be my friend I will usually be friendly up to a point but again ... it depends on how much I think I know and what else I may detect in any given interaction.
Millennials and their ilk might reconsider some haughty "OK, boomer" lest they draw back a nub or fall dead upon the ground, victim to an abrupt yet very accurate .357 head shot should I feel endangered and I certainly don't suffer fools who think they're grown when they aren't even close.
Likewise, I don't heckle others who just happen to display that stupidity indigenous to being born from our generation of parents who were of a burger flipper mentality and I try to forgive a lot of the leftist indoctrination which is the biggest part of a public school education anymore.
All in all I try to cohabitate and let you be you while I remain me. This being said I likewise am not opposed to depriving you of a few civil rights if you step over the line. My typical attitude is "grin and CONFRONT it".
I may not be big on decorum but you really need to step back jack should you find yourself in the danger zone.
Dana Michelle Plato November 7, 1964 – May 8, 1999
One of the many profound tragedies I have experienced during my lifetime is that sad story of Dana Plato.
Dana Michelle Plato aka Dana Michelle Strain was an American actress and model who I saw in various forays into teevee and film during my younger days in the 1970s through 1980s.
Starting out in commercials and a horror film called Return to Boggy Creek she was cast in a sitcom called Diff'rent Strokes as Kimberly Drummond which was on from 1978 (I was in the Navy) through 1986 (I was teaching college).
I must admit that I watched the heyday of her career to see other characters on the program, but I was keenly aware she was there and she too punctuated my entertainment on a regular basis during that time.
I'm sorry to say that after a good run on the television show she fell on difficult times and earnings plummeted. She experienced a steep downward spiral after the money was gone and died at the age of 34 from an overdose of prescription pills after suffering years of substance abuse and poverty.
I always was one to have pitty on the young girl who was arrested for shoplifting and that decline in her appearance secondary to those hard times she endured. Others on her same television program suffered as well and they too are deserving of our empathy.
There by the grace of God go I for I was ensnared in substance abuse for a long time until such time as I decided "enough was enough" and quit all recreactional drugs cold turkey.
I suppose she never had this moment because if it arises you are never the same again.