BOLD 60 How many millions will finally make a millionaire happy?
As I sing along on, "You've got a friend," with Carole King, the dogs gather at my finger tips for some loving. Then I move into my best Kung Fu position, and Dylan starts to bark.
Morisson, and I, just went to The Grocery Store. I left Morrison, at the dog area, while I was gone, and he got into it with a white poodle, and a brown pug. Morisson usually gets along with all dogs. I wonder what was wrong with the poodle, and the pug? The rucus had to be their fault.
I am not into arguing Democrat versus Republican. I want an America where all have equal right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. If you have been reading my poetry on here, you know that these are values that I treasure, things that I push in my writing. I want a strong America, a happy America, a free America.
Are you with me? (Or are you just looking for an argument?)
I have Republican "friends" on Facebook, who want to pounce on me, and beat me up. I'm not into it. I have been guilty of Republican bashing, myself, but I really want to get beyond all that to some area of productivity. This country needs folks to work together: all folks.
"U.S Constitution Amendment I: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances."
"The Bill of Rights is the collective name for the first ten amendments to the United States Constitution, which limit the power of the U.S. federal government. These limitations serve to protect the natural rights of liberty and property including freedoms of religion, a free press, free assembly, and free association, as well as the right to keep and bear arms."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Bill_of_Rights
My job is to find funds on the phone for The Democratic Party of Georgia, and the pressure is on. The man who, I assume, is my boss's boss called me into his office, last evening, and said that I had to, "Get my numbers up." Then I went out and had my second night in a row of posting no numbers to the board.
Very few people are answering the phone, and most of those who do, and talk to me, tell me that they don't have a job, and or are living month to month on a social security check. There is word that I, and my co-workers in the can you make a contribution by phone department, may not have a job after next Wednesday, when The Party moves to a new office. The rumor is that they may not take us with them.
This would be the second job that tanked under me abruptly, recently, unexpectedly ending when I thought that the employment outlook was, if not infinite, then at least stable for awhile. My Higher Power is in control, and I have started searching Craig's List looking for some sort of Telephone Sales Job that I can do from home; there is one out there; I just have to find it.
My new air conditioner is kicking ass. Instead of sweating in this abode, suffering from the heat, the dogs, cats, turtles, and I, are now living in the cold! I, again, thank my Landlady for delivering this wonderful gift to our door, and having it put in our window.
I slept late today, until 9:30 am. I wonder what's up with that? The bit of stress about the job might have contributed to it, and the fact that I was way sore from my Yoga Class when I went to bed, last night, could have been part of it.
Kathleen lead us through a beautiful, and challenging, class. I made the mistake of telling her that I had been having a bit of lower back pain, and she took me out of the class, and put me against the wall, where I had to do the poses using the ropes. I don't think that my back pain was extreme enough to merit the special attention; I missed not doing the regular asanas. I have to think that Kathleen, who owns the studio, and is its Senior Instructor, knows more about all this than I do, though. I have had faith in her so far, and I am not going to stop now.
Today is a beautiful new day, and I am very thankful to be alive, and breathing the air. I start work, today, at 3pm, and I have until 8 to sell, sell, sell, or to solicit contributions, rather.
Wish me well.
I'm doing something that I thought that I would never do again: I'm listening to The Eagles. This band pissed me off when they were the first rockers to offer their fans tickets for five hundred bucks. You got to be a millionaire to get a good seat at an Eagles concert. I grew up on The Eagles, or at least I listened to them endlessly during my senior year of high school, and my freshman year of college. I loved The Eagles, and I loved their songs, and the mother fuckers let me down. They sold out. What the fuck am I doing listening to them now?
As I said, The Democratic Party of Georgia is moving offices, and it is strongly possible that they are not taking me with them. I was hired two weeks ago to work the phones in their old office, seeking people to contribute to The Party via credit card. I like the job. I believe in the cause. It would seem that the phone room does not make enough money to merit space in the new space. And, also as I said, this is the second phone man job that has tanked underneath me, shortly after I started it.
Bummer, but what can a poor boy do but walk on water to the next gig?
Sarah McCurdy: Hello Mr. Mikel K, I just want to tell you that I enjoy reading your blogs, short poems and stories. They are Awesome! where can I get more of your work? Thank you, Sarah, you are a light along the long dark tunnel that leads to nowhere for sure!
When I worked at Border's(as a Barista in the coffee shop), they used to have a saying for the chinzy ten minute break that they gave you: taking that break was called, "Taking a ten." Looks like Border's is taking a ten itself, for good. I worked with a lot of really great people at that bookstore on Ponce. You could tell, though, that the folk above us running the show wasn't all that great.
It doesn't get much better than flipping crackers covered in peanut butter to the dogs; they are in heaven for receiving such, and I feel heavenly for bestowing them upon them.
I was talking with somone about heroes. Our heroes age, and then they die, just like we do. I would rather have been stuck on a desert isle with Mary Ann, than Ginger, also, my friend.
I am amazed at how young my legs feel today. On my walk with the dogs, I felt as if I was floating on air, as if new legs had been bestowed upon me; that is that power of Iyengar standing position asanas. I gots to do that Yoga before I walk the dogs: think Katrina and The Waves.
At work we have to hit 9 to get an outside line. I do that for five hours a day five days a week. At home, I just called my son. I hit 9. I don't need to do that at home. Brain fart. Funny the things that you take home with you from work.
Up at 10:11 am. The first cup of coffee has already been guzzled. The dogs, cats, and turtles have been fed. It is a glorious day to be alive. I'm starting this day by listening to Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers Concert at the Houston Music Hall (Houston, TX) Dec 6, 1979. ("She don't like working. She says she hates her boss.)
There is, now, no mail in my spam folder. Sittnig at my computer is the highlight of my Friday night. My, how my times have changed.
For some of us, moderation is just an observation.
Are you "partying," or do you have a drug, and or drinking problem?
Our office closed, finally, today. I was unsure as to whether I would have a job in the new office. Rumors of a three-piece suit dress code abounded. My boss called me into his office. I shut the door behind us. He looked me in the eye, and said, "Be at the new place at 4. We're done here for today." What a great feeling of euphoria I had, as I left the building: I had gotten off early, and I had five days off until we start at the new place. God Bless America!!!!
I found, and went to a chiropractor, hours ago, near where I live. My lower back has been stabbing me with pain that is threatening to erupt into much worse pain. I've always approached letting anyone get near my spine with great trepidation. In 54 years, many of them spent suffering great back pain, I have only associated with two chiropractors, the first of whom I studied for almost two years before I trusted him with my back. Having trusted him, Dr. Keith Ackerman, it is easier to trust Dr. Patrick Greco, the chiropractor who I started with today.
I just ate a veggie burger topped with these peppers that come out a jar. It was good.
The US Postal Service is running ads on CNN telling us how great they are. I wish they would use the money that they are spending on the ads to speed up things at the post office when we are trying to buy stamps.
I'm making falafel. Is falafel edible with pinto beans?
I decided against going to The Further Fest because Friday and Saturday nights were full, and I just wanted to take it easy to end The Weekend. Tomorrow is my first day at our new office, yahoo! The dogs, and I just took a fairly brisk 20 minute walk.Somehow, I lost four pounds this past week.
"They" passed a debt bill, twelve hours before, as Jim Morrisson might say, "the whole shithouse went up in flames." Do you feel that the legislative process has worked as it should, or do you feel raped by a bunch of morons looking out only for themselves, and the special interests who contribute to their well being?
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
BOLD 59
"I'm just wishing you a little peace, man; I'm not trying to change the world..."-Poet Mikel K
“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”--Confucius
“If you wish to experience peace, provide peace for another.”--Tenzin Gyatso
"I wish that a grapefruit was as easy to eat as a banana."--Poet K
Ian Cameron Evans: "If you wish for peace, prepare for war."
Mikel K Poet Bombs that are built must be used so that more bombs will be bought. Bombs are bought with money that could be used for feeding a nation, educating it, providing it with a strong economy so that the war mongers do not run things. The War Mongers need an enemy so that a scared populace, run by govternment not acting in their interest will let the War Mongers suck us all into their evil. Once "we" hated Russia, now "we" hate The Taliban. The War Mongers will always have us hating someone.
I had a very interesting conversation with Ian Cameron Evans,age 22, who is joining the service, "to fight for the freedom of his neighborhood, and his country." Ian is my younger son's age, and came up through the same school system, in the same grade. He is a musician, and he says that I gave him his first gig. I wish the best for Ian, as I do for all our men, and women, in uniform. It is the motives of Government, and Big Business, that I don't trust in letting our kids die.
I didn't get as much done on this one piece of writing that I am working on as I had planned to, this weekend, but you know what...there is always tomorrow, and next weekend, the Good Lord Willing,and it is probably not really as that darned important a bit of writing as I think it is. The only deadlines that I set, with regard to the writing, are my own; and, you know what...I am going to bed. Sleep well, you.
I just binged, and purged. Often, I will eat too fast, and not chew my food thoroughly enough, and some of it will lodge in my throat, causing me great discomfort, an almost choking sensation, so I head to the bathroom, and stick my finger down my throat, in an attempt to dislodge the food that is stuck in my throat. I had success on this last mission, the food came spewing out of my throat into the toilet, and I will live to see yet another day.
After a week, I am down to two dogs: mine! Yippee. Yippee. I love Shawtie, Henry, and Anna, but there is nothing like having just your own dogs in the house, after having dog guests for a week. Ya know what I'm saying?!
I lead the board at work tonight, bringing in the most contributions to The Party; and before I collapsed, dead-tired, into my chair, here at my desk, I walked Morrisson, and Dylan, around the block, so, yeah, I am a good daddy to my doggies! This day will end soon, my friend; I hope that you have a smile on your face.
My blood pressure, which was out of control at 180/60 last week, causing me to experience extreme dizziness, was 153/87, after a short bike ride from work to the pharmacy, where the blood pressure machine sits. My head has quit spinning. I dropped 2 1/2 pounds, this week, to 263. I think that somebody needs to put me on the cover of some magazine as the poster boy for something.
There was actually someone sitting at the blood pressure machine, tonight, when I got to the pharmacy, and for him, one reading was not enough; he kept pushing the start button, and sat there waiting, with a dumb look on his face for his next result. I think that he finally got wind of the fact that the free service had another customer waiting, and he quickly removed himself, and disappeared into the night. Why do pharmacies provide these free blood testing devices? There must be big money in blood pressure lowering medication.
Thank you, Lord, so very much for letting me see The New Day, breath the air of a new day. Please guide me, Lord, in thought word, and action. Thy will be done, not mine. Thy will be done, not mine. Please keep me off off drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, Lord. Amen. Amen. Amen.
When I woke, this morning, these lyrics by Jackson Browne from his song, "The Pretender," were on my mind:
I'm going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Thought true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender
I guess this is because I am working now, and I am always torn,
between working, and being an artist: a poet, a memoirist, a writer.
It is nice to have money, but it is also nice to have the free time
to pursue my art.
K Secret: In order to not eat mayonnaise, I have to not buy it, not bring it into the house, not put it in the refrigerator.
I once bled from my penis for three weeks as the result of falling through a ceiling, and I was so out of it with the booze, and all that I didn't go to the hospital as soon as I should have. I lived with all that red blood spilling into my blue jeans when I didn't have to.
My urethra was torn.
They put a tube inside my penis, attached to a bag, into which I pissed for weeks, so that the tear inside me could heal.
I had climbed into the attice of an apartment that I was living in to see if I could turn the gas on, because it was cold out, and I was freezing, and had no money to pay the gas man, because I was drinking all my money.
I stepped onto the ceiling tiles thinking that they were solid floor, and landed full on onto my private parts. I lived alone. I wonder, now, how, and how long it took me to unattach my penis, and balls, from that bloody 2 x 4?
In the drunken, drugged, broke fog that I was living in, I didn't seek help for weeks. Finally, scared that my cock was still bleeding, I called a cab, and went to Grady. You can say shit things about Grady, if you like,but I have always had great experiences there.
I'm not sure what triggered my remembrance of this ordeal, but I hope that you don't mind that I shared it with you. Life is not all happy cats, dogs, and turtles, my friends.
Riding my bike back from Yoga class, tonight, I felt ecstatic. I had almost blown the class off in favor of more sleep, but decided, instead, to drink the large cup of coffee that I am nos supposed to drink so close to class, and head on in to the studio.
The ecstasy that I felt was not the rush that a bi-polar person gets during their upswing manic phases; it was a happy ecstatic; an I am at peace with the world ecstatic. For an hour, and a half, I had not worried about whether I was a Democrat, a Republican, or a Liberal. I had not worried about any of the world's problems, nor had I tried to solve them. I had not worried about my problems, and the funny thing is that the more I take Yoga, the more my personal problems go away.
A young lady who I work with said, "Who's brush is this?" and I said, "If it is purple it is mine." (It fell out of my bag).The young lady then began to brush my pony tail right there in the office with my brush. When she was done, she said, "Nice brush. Nice pony tail," and went back to her desk.
I just read an article about how folks in Tennessee are scared that they are not going to get their social security checks next month. It is not just Tennessee that will be affected, it is all the states in The United States of America.
I talk to people on the phone, every night, who are SCARED about losing their Social Security checks. Wealthy Republican "Tea Party" Congressmen, and women, do not live with this fear: they have millions in the bank, and seem to not care about those living on a fixed Social Security income.
Are there NO Republicans on Social Security?
I just went for a very pleasant hour long walk with the dogs. It felt real good to be walking in seventy something, and not ninety something degree weather. I saw some folk playing Frisbee Football. It looks like an interesting game. Mo, Dylan, and I walked on the path that is next to the pond. We saw some ducks.
Quack. Quack.
"I'm just wishing you a little peace, man; I'm not trying to change the world..."-Poet Mikel K
“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”--Confucius
“If you wish to experience peace, provide peace for another.”--Tenzin Gyatso
"I wish that a grapefruit was as easy to eat as a banana."--Poet K
Ian Cameron Evans: "If you wish for peace, prepare for war."
Mikel K Poet Bombs that are built must be used so that more bombs will be bought. Bombs are bought with money that could be used for feeding a nation, educating it, providing it with a strong economy so that the war mongers do not run things. The War Mongers need an enemy so that a scared populace, run by govternment not acting in their interest will let the War Mongers suck us all into their evil. Once "we" hated Russia, now "we" hate The Taliban. The War Mongers will always have us hating someone.
I had a very interesting conversation with Ian Cameron Evans,age 22, who is joining the service, "to fight for the freedom of his neighborhood, and his country." Ian is my younger son's age, and came up through the same school system, in the same grade. He is a musician, and he says that I gave him his first gig. I wish the best for Ian, as I do for all our men, and women, in uniform. It is the motives of Government, and Big Business, that I don't trust in letting our kids die.
I didn't get as much done on this one piece of writing that I am working on as I had planned to, this weekend, but you know what...there is always tomorrow, and next weekend, the Good Lord Willing,and it is probably not really as that darned important a bit of writing as I think it is. The only deadlines that I set, with regard to the writing, are my own; and, you know what...I am going to bed. Sleep well, you.
I just binged, and purged. Often, I will eat too fast, and not chew my food thoroughly enough, and some of it will lodge in my throat, causing me great discomfort, an almost choking sensation, so I head to the bathroom, and stick my finger down my throat, in an attempt to dislodge the food that is stuck in my throat. I had success on this last mission, the food came spewing out of my throat into the toilet, and I will live to see yet another day.
After a week, I am down to two dogs: mine! Yippee. Yippee. I love Shawtie, Henry, and Anna, but there is nothing like having just your own dogs in the house, after having dog guests for a week. Ya know what I'm saying?!
I lead the board at work tonight, bringing in the most contributions to The Party; and before I collapsed, dead-tired, into my chair, here at my desk, I walked Morrisson, and Dylan, around the block, so, yeah, I am a good daddy to my doggies! This day will end soon, my friend; I hope that you have a smile on your face.
My blood pressure, which was out of control at 180/60 last week, causing me to experience extreme dizziness, was 153/87, after a short bike ride from work to the pharmacy, where the blood pressure machine sits. My head has quit spinning. I dropped 2 1/2 pounds, this week, to 263. I think that somebody needs to put me on the cover of some magazine as the poster boy for something.
There was actually someone sitting at the blood pressure machine, tonight, when I got to the pharmacy, and for him, one reading was not enough; he kept pushing the start button, and sat there waiting, with a dumb look on his face for his next result. I think that he finally got wind of the fact that the free service had another customer waiting, and he quickly removed himself, and disappeared into the night. Why do pharmacies provide these free blood testing devices? There must be big money in blood pressure lowering medication.
Thank you, Lord, so very much for letting me see The New Day, breath the air of a new day. Please guide me, Lord, in thought word, and action. Thy will be done, not mine. Thy will be done, not mine. Please keep me off off drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, Lord. Amen. Amen. Amen.
When I woke, this morning, these lyrics by Jackson Browne from his song, "The Pretender," were on my mind:
I'm going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Thought true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender
I guess this is because I am working now, and I am always torn,
between working, and being an artist: a poet, a memoirist, a writer.
It is nice to have money, but it is also nice to have the free time
to pursue my art.
K Secret: In order to not eat mayonnaise, I have to not buy it, not bring it into the house, not put it in the refrigerator.
I once bled from my penis for three weeks as the result of falling through a ceiling, and I was so out of it with the booze, and all that I didn't go to the hospital as soon as I should have. I lived with all that red blood spilling into my blue jeans when I didn't have to.
My urethra was torn.
They put a tube inside my penis, attached to a bag, into which I pissed for weeks, so that the tear inside me could heal.
I had climbed into the attice of an apartment that I was living in to see if I could turn the gas on, because it was cold out, and I was freezing, and had no money to pay the gas man, because I was drinking all my money.
I stepped onto the ceiling tiles thinking that they were solid floor, and landed full on onto my private parts. I lived alone. I wonder, now, how, and how long it took me to unattach my penis, and balls, from that bloody 2 x 4?
In the drunken, drugged, broke fog that I was living in, I didn't seek help for weeks. Finally, scared that my cock was still bleeding, I called a cab, and went to Grady. You can say shit things about Grady, if you like,but I have always had great experiences there.
I'm not sure what triggered my remembrance of this ordeal, but I hope that you don't mind that I shared it with you. Life is not all happy cats, dogs, and turtles, my friends.
Riding my bike back from Yoga class, tonight, I felt ecstatic. I had almost blown the class off in favor of more sleep, but decided, instead, to drink the large cup of coffee that I am nos supposed to drink so close to class, and head on in to the studio.
The ecstasy that I felt was not the rush that a bi-polar person gets during their upswing manic phases; it was a happy ecstatic; an I am at peace with the world ecstatic. For an hour, and a half, I had not worried about whether I was a Democrat, a Republican, or a Liberal. I had not worried about any of the world's problems, nor had I tried to solve them. I had not worried about my problems, and the funny thing is that the more I take Yoga, the more my personal problems go away.
A young lady who I work with said, "Who's brush is this?" and I said, "If it is purple it is mine." (It fell out of my bag).The young lady then began to brush my pony tail right there in the office with my brush. When she was done, she said, "Nice brush. Nice pony tail," and went back to her desk.
I just read an article about how folks in Tennessee are scared that they are not going to get their social security checks next month. It is not just Tennessee that will be affected, it is all the states in The United States of America.
I talk to people on the phone, every night, who are SCARED about losing their Social Security checks. Wealthy Republican "Tea Party" Congressmen, and women, do not live with this fear: they have millions in the bank, and seem to not care about those living on a fixed Social Security income.
Are there NO Republicans on Social Security?
I just went for a very pleasant hour long walk with the dogs. It felt real good to be walking in seventy something, and not ninety something degree weather. I saw some folk playing Frisbee Football. It looks like an interesting game. Mo, Dylan, and I walked on the path that is next to the pond. We saw some ducks.
Quack. Quack.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
"I'm not going to support a party that doesn't try." CLICK.
That was the response of the first person who I contacted in my new position as a phone caller for contributions to The Democratic Party of Georgia. The caller's angry words indicated to me that I had my work cut out for me, and that The Democratic Party of Georgia has its work cut out for it, also. After all, Georgia has a Republican Governor, and Republicans control just about everything politically in this state. Georgia is what you call a, "Red State." My job is, now, to help turn that Red into Blue, and I am doing this by calling Democrats in the state, and asking them to contribute their green to The Party.
Do not ask for a "donation," I have been told. Donation is a bad word. A donation is a handout. A "contribution" is an investment. I seek investments in The Party, not handouts, so I have been trained to ask for a contribution. Wording can be everything in the phone calling game, and I am glad for the instruction. My boss has positioned me where she can hear me read my script, a script that I want to be off paper with as fast as possible. I don't want to sound like I am reading from something. I want what I say to the people who answer their telephones to sound sincere, as if what I am saying is coming from the heart; which it is.
Recently, I thought about changing my party affiliation from that of a Democrat to that of an Independent. Someone had told me that that was a thing that you could do in Georgia: file as an Independent. Neither party, Democratic, or Republican, was satisfying me. I felt that The Democratic Party was week, was becoming very namby pamby on issues that were important to me.
It seemed like The Republicans were ganging up on The Democrats, bullying them into doing things that were not Democratic Party ideals, and that The Democrats were not fighting back. (Perhaps the man that had said that The Democrats "don't try" was right). It seemed as if The President was not delivering on things that he had promised while he was running for election, or at least was not delivering on them fast enough for my liking. I tend to enjoy quick fizes. I like wars ended immediately. I like my economy fixed sooner.
Someone told me, yesterday, that you can not register to be an Independent in The Great State of Georgia. When it gets down to the key issues such as Social Security, Education, and War, I am not Independent: I am not a Republican. I stand for what The Democratic Party stands for.
Brian Buchanan I am not sure there is such a thing as a strong democrat. True strength involves reliance upon one's self. There are people with strong democrat beliefs about a nanny state, and class warfare, and democrats in power that could be seen as positions of strength. Very few actual strong democrats though.
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Mikel K Poet I like Brian, as a person. He is charismatic, and nice to be on a job with, which is where I met him many years ago. Many. Politically, he is always on the attack, on the attack. I don't like being attack, so I have bid him adieu via the block mechanism. On Facebook, you don't have to always agree with me. Or maybe you do. Bye bye Brian!
Politics is a funny thing, for those of us who choose to be involved in them, at what ever level. It's like the old adage: everyone's got one, and they all stink!
That was the response of the first person who I contacted in my new position as a phone caller for contributions to The Democratic Party of Georgia. The caller's angry words indicated to me that I had my work cut out for me, and that The Democratic Party of Georgia has its work cut out for it, also. After all, Georgia has a Republican Governor, and Republicans control just about everything politically in this state. Georgia is what you call a, "Red State." My job is, now, to help turn that Red into Blue, and I am doing this by calling Democrats in the state, and asking them to contribute their green to The Party.
Do not ask for a "donation," I have been told. Donation is a bad word. A donation is a handout. A "contribution" is an investment. I seek investments in The Party, not handouts, so I have been trained to ask for a contribution. Wording can be everything in the phone calling game, and I am glad for the instruction. My boss has positioned me where she can hear me read my script, a script that I want to be off paper with as fast as possible. I don't want to sound like I am reading from something. I want what I say to the people who answer their telephones to sound sincere, as if what I am saying is coming from the heart; which it is.
Recently, I thought about changing my party affiliation from that of a Democrat to that of an Independent. Someone had told me that that was a thing that you could do in Georgia: file as an Independent. Neither party, Democratic, or Republican, was satisfying me. I felt that The Democratic Party was week, was becoming very namby pamby on issues that were important to me.
It seemed like The Republicans were ganging up on The Democrats, bullying them into doing things that were not Democratic Party ideals, and that The Democrats were not fighting back. (Perhaps the man that had said that The Democrats "don't try" was right). It seemed as if The President was not delivering on things that he had promised while he was running for election, or at least was not delivering on them fast enough for my liking. I tend to enjoy quick fizes. I like wars ended immediately. I like my economy fixed sooner.
Someone told me, yesterday, that you can not register to be an Independent in The Great State of Georgia. When it gets down to the key issues such as Social Security, Education, and War, I am not Independent: I am not a Republican. I stand for what The Democratic Party stands for.
Brian Buchanan I am not sure there is such a thing as a strong democrat. True strength involves reliance upon one's self. There are people with strong democrat beliefs about a nanny state, and class warfare, and democrats in power that could be seen as positions of strength. Very few actual strong democrats though.
14 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet I like Brian, as a person. He is charismatic, and nice to be on a job with, which is where I met him many years ago. Many. Politically, he is always on the attack, on the attack. I don't like being attack, so I have bid him adieu via the block mechanism. On Facebook, you don't have to always agree with me. Or maybe you do. Bye bye Brian!
Politics is a funny thing, for those of us who choose to be involved in them, at what ever level. It's like the old adage: everyone's got one, and they all stink!
Friday, July 8, 2011
All glasses may look much alike, but when you put them on, there can be a huge difference in what you see...
I just squeezed enough chocolate syrup out of a very nearly empty plastic container to add to just a little bit of almond milk, all the chilled almond milk that was left, to make a nice, small glass of chocolate milk. I would have rather had a large glass of chocolate milk, but a small glass was probably what The Doctor would order.
Work was interesting, tonight. The main reason that The Democrats who I telephoned to contribute to The State Democratic Party was that they were unemployed. Several said that they were supporting one or two of their children, without a job, and there was one lady who said that she was supporting four grand kids on her retirement check.
The first lady who I reached by phone said that she had just found out that her pharmacy was doubling what they had been charging her, making her take a double amount of pills, and that she didn't know how she was going to pay for it.
I spoke to a 96 year old woman who was hoping, "not to make it to 100, because 96 was bad enough." Thinking back on this conversation, I am not sure if I should feel sorry for this lady, or maybe myself, because she was most likely pulling my leg.
Are you one of our strong Democrats, I asked one man on my call list.
He initially replied,"Republican," but then changed it to, "A Conservative, actuallly."
One guy picked up his phone, said "We're ok," and hung up on me, before I could say a word.
The time to cook the water in the microwave to make my coffee Melitta style is 5 minutes, and 45 seconds. The time to cook my water is 2 minutes, and 45 seconds. I just cooked the tea water for the coffee amount of time. OUCH, my tea is HOT!!
I get less done as A Poet, and as A Father to these dogs, when I have a job, than I do when I do not have a job, but twice a month I am rewarded with a check that makes things sail a bit smoother around here. I am able to continue as a memoirist, on the job, jotting down interesting bits and piece from my days on the time clock.
If I had a tv, and Nancy Grace came on,
I would change the channel, or, maybe,
blow up the tv, which is what I have
effectively done by having the cable taken
out of this home.
I need more info. to respond to idiots. Well, I shouldn't call them idiots; but I should call them misguided, and it is I, maybe, who is going to be their guide to back to reality, or, perhaps, to reality for the first time.
Why would a guy working a minimum wage job brag to the world about being an intensely Conservative Republican? It doesn't make any sense. I can understand why the multi-millionaire business owner staunchly stands with the party of The Elephant; he wants to keep the guy at minimum wage at minimum wage while he works for his company. It is important to make more, and more money, and not look out for those working for you.
I've walked the dogs. Now, should I take a shower, or take a nap, or work on this article that I am working on. I need to buy some groceries, but I am short on cash, and will have to eat frozen bread type things out of the freezer for at least a day.
I went to The Pharmacy and took my blood pressure. It was 139/89. I took it again, right away, and it was 115/76. I took it right away, again, and it was 94/78. Which of the three was correct?
I have no lasting energy, today. I nap, I get up and do some things; I nap again. Oh, time to put a load of washed clothes in the drier. Maybe I am doing more than I think that I am.
The dogs are not, initially, thrilled about being thrown an ice cube. "What?" they seem to say. "Is this all I am getting?" After a minute, or two, each dog starts to lick, then bite his ice. Sometimes, you have to take a snack wherever you can get it.
I just squeezed enough chocolate syrup out of a very nearly empty plastic container to add to just a little bit of almond milk, all the chilled almond milk that was left, to make a nice, small glass of chocolate milk. I would have rather had a large glass of chocolate milk, but a small glass was probably what The Doctor would order.
Work was interesting, tonight. The main reason that The Democrats who I telephoned to contribute to The State Democratic Party was that they were unemployed. Several said that they were supporting one or two of their children, without a job, and there was one lady who said that she was supporting four grand kids on her retirement check.
The first lady who I reached by phone said that she had just found out that her pharmacy was doubling what they had been charging her, making her take a double amount of pills, and that she didn't know how she was going to pay for it.
I spoke to a 96 year old woman who was hoping, "not to make it to 100, because 96 was bad enough." Thinking back on this conversation, I am not sure if I should feel sorry for this lady, or maybe myself, because she was most likely pulling my leg.
Are you one of our strong Democrats, I asked one man on my call list.
He initially replied,"Republican," but then changed it to, "A Conservative, actuallly."
One guy picked up his phone, said "We're ok," and hung up on me, before I could say a word.
The time to cook the water in the microwave to make my coffee Melitta style is 5 minutes, and 45 seconds. The time to cook my water is 2 minutes, and 45 seconds. I just cooked the tea water for the coffee amount of time. OUCH, my tea is HOT!!
I get less done as A Poet, and as A Father to these dogs, when I have a job, than I do when I do not have a job, but twice a month I am rewarded with a check that makes things sail a bit smoother around here. I am able to continue as a memoirist, on the job, jotting down interesting bits and piece from my days on the time clock.
If I had a tv, and Nancy Grace came on,
I would change the channel, or, maybe,
blow up the tv, which is what I have
effectively done by having the cable taken
out of this home.
I need more info. to respond to idiots. Well, I shouldn't call them idiots; but I should call them misguided, and it is I, maybe, who is going to be their guide to back to reality, or, perhaps, to reality for the first time.
Why would a guy working a minimum wage job brag to the world about being an intensely Conservative Republican? It doesn't make any sense. I can understand why the multi-millionaire business owner staunchly stands with the party of The Elephant; he wants to keep the guy at minimum wage at minimum wage while he works for his company. It is important to make more, and more money, and not look out for those working for you.
I've walked the dogs. Now, should I take a shower, or take a nap, or work on this article that I am working on. I need to buy some groceries, but I am short on cash, and will have to eat frozen bread type things out of the freezer for at least a day.
I went to The Pharmacy and took my blood pressure. It was 139/89. I took it again, right away, and it was 115/76. I took it right away, again, and it was 94/78. Which of the three was correct?
I have no lasting energy, today. I nap, I get up and do some things; I nap again. Oh, time to put a load of washed clothes in the drier. Maybe I am doing more than I think that I am.
The dogs are not, initially, thrilled about being thrown an ice cube. "What?" they seem to say. "Is this all I am getting?" After a minute, or two, each dog starts to lick, then bite his ice. Sometimes, you have to take a snack wherever you can get it.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Dearest Mikel K,
I am deeply saddened by your feelings and thoughts of me. I will be far more cautious next time in who I trust with my confidences. These are not consequences my soul wishes to suffer. You were so free, fun and felt so safe. My heart still believes you are a wonderful person. It is not in my nature or even a possibility to quit loving you. Please take care of you.
I do love you, and respect the fact that you no longer wish to "friend" me.
Love, Peace and Happiness,
All Ways and Always,
JOAN
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You hit me in the face with your beer bottle top, as well as went places I feel that there was no need to go: touched bottons, as they say. I took you off my block list yesterday. You have all the benefits of a Facebook friend.
Several weeks later, after I pitched a hissy fit in the heat, and blocked her, again.
Dearest Mikel K,
When ever you might be ready to accept me just as I am. Nothing less, Nothing more.
When you realize I meant only good for you/us contact me.
I will admit that I am not emotionally stable enough to do this.
I can not offer any apologies for just being me,
for what I am or am not.
I have nothing to hide and have spilt it all out to you honestly.
If ever you need me: or want something:
You have my numbers - ring me up.
You know my Facebook - friend me.
I'll do my best.
Please take care of yourself.
Love, Peace and Happiness,
You've Got a Friend,
All Ways and Always,
Just Joan
I am deeply saddened by your feelings and thoughts of me. I will be far more cautious next time in who I trust with my confidences. These are not consequences my soul wishes to suffer. You were so free, fun and felt so safe. My heart still believes you are a wonderful person. It is not in my nature or even a possibility to quit loving you. Please take care of you.
I do love you, and respect the fact that you no longer wish to "friend" me.
Love, Peace and Happiness,
All Ways and Always,
JOAN
-------------------
You hit me in the face with your beer bottle top, as well as went places I feel that there was no need to go: touched bottons, as they say. I took you off my block list yesterday. You have all the benefits of a Facebook friend.
Several weeks later, after I pitched a hissy fit in the heat, and blocked her, again.
Dearest Mikel K,
When ever you might be ready to accept me just as I am. Nothing less, Nothing more.
When you realize I meant only good for you/us contact me.
I will admit that I am not emotionally stable enough to do this.
I can not offer any apologies for just being me,
for what I am or am not.
I have nothing to hide and have spilt it all out to you honestly.
If ever you need me: or want something:
You have my numbers - ring me up.
You know my Facebook - friend me.
I'll do my best.
Please take care of yourself.
Love, Peace and Happiness,
You've Got a Friend,
All Ways and Always,
Just Joan
Monday, July 4, 2011
Henry, the great Great Dane, from next door, likes to smell my ass right after I take a dump: he is a dirty butt sniffer!
Note to Dane that I want to share with you: Today, or any "holiday," or any other day, can mean what you make it to mean. While others are running around drunk, blowing things up, and screaming, "USA. USA," You, and I might enjoy the day for what Freedom means to us; and Freedom might not mean the same thing to both of us. Love you.
Up at 8:05am One of the dogs deposited a runny crap by the front door. (Anna?!) This is the first dump dumped on my floor in the time, since Friday, that I have had 5 dogs in my care, so I feel blessed. It's is a beautiful new day. I start a new job, today. Praise my Higher Power!
Note to Dane that I want to share with you: Today, or any "holiday," or any other day, can mean what you make it to mean. While others are running around drunk, blowing things up, and screaming, "USA. USA," You, and I might enjoy the day for what Freedom means to us; and Freedom might not mean the same thing to both of us. Love you.
Up at 8:05am One of the dogs deposited a runny crap by the front door. (Anna?!) This is the first dump dumped on my floor in the time, since Friday, that I have had 5 dogs in my care, so I feel blessed. It's is a beautiful new day. I start a new job, today. Praise my Higher Power!
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