...the Government of the United States, which gives to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance, requires only that they who live under its protection should demean themselves as good citizens in giving it on all occasions their effectual support. Geo. Washington Feb. 22, 1732
Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
Robert Kennedy, South Africa 1966.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
I don't have an idea of what to write about but John sent me this meme and it got me to thinking about card games. I know very little about them. The only time I ever played cards was on family vacations at the lake. We would go up to the Lodge and a bunch of us would sit around and play cards. When we first started going it was one game and then later we learned another one and played it for awhile. Funny thing is, I can't remember what the names of the games were, nor the rules.. What I do remember is the people who played. My mother, of course she of the "Ruth can't wait to get up there and gamble" fame as stated by her older sister, My uncle Harold (the older sister's husband) Morrie, Joe, Maryjane, Paul, Bob, and a myriad of other who stayed at the resort.
There were also a lot of people who sat around the outside and watched or got in and out of the game. Funny thing is though it wasn't about the gambling. It was more about the sociability. Bets were never high and you won about as much as you lost. You wouldn't get rich or poor because of playing cards -- basically it was just to have fun.
Some people, being more competitive, had to win, It was more fun to beat them because they made such a big deal out of losing but by in large they were not as much fun to play with. We just enjoyed each other and being together at the most beautiful place on earth. Or at least one of them. We could fish, and swim and take road trips and have a wonderful time and then enjoy our friends. That was heaven. And we didn't even know it...oh I imagine that Mom and Ginny did because they both cried for about 30 miles as we left. I didn't because I had to drive. Want to know where - here is a picture. I think my cousin Loren took it.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Bulling which leads to suicide is murder. Plain and simple - murder. Just as if you took a gun and killed someone. This school has an epidemic of this happening. It cannot be excused. I must not be "swept under the rug" -- The Principal cannot speak about it. Perhaps because he has not stopped the climate of bullying in his school. Is he culpable?
A bright young 16 year old who had helped others to get through their own rough spots and helped them to not commit suicide but in the end he could not help himself. The others in his school who found out he was gay and decided to persecute him by bullying him with words were just as guilty as if they had taken a gun and shot him.
A young man in this society fueled with hatred from all sides (particularly from many so called Christians) who has been taught that he is not worth much by those around him in his peer group does not stop to think what his actions will do to his family. They can love him but sometimes he cannot see that because his peers have taught him that he is not worthy of love. Sometimes it looks like it would be easier to just end it all.
He did not know that others who never met him would read about this death, would listen to his mother talk, would look at his picture. He would not know that we would find this story heartbreaking. That we would care, for him, for his family and his friends. He would not know that others were also hurt by barbs from people. Not about the same things but any time anybody puts someone else down for any reason it hurts. The death of a thousand cuts was a particularly nasty way of torturing a person to death. Bullying is also a torture which can lead to death and today when I read AJ's story it came to me that what those bullies did to him was like that nasty torture and that it was murder. I will mourn for him and for all those who died because of being bullied. If you want to learn more click on the stop bullying button on the right.
And I hope that somebody will force the school to do more to address the problem. Are they afraid of the students that they allow them to engage in this type of behavior. Or are they just so unconscious that they do not know what is happening in the halls of academia. Principals and teachers who allow bullying to happen are also guilty of being accessory to murder.
I suppose some people will disagree with this conclusion but Wikipedia defines Murder as - " the unlawful killing, with malice aforethought, of another human, and generally this premeditated state of mind distinguishes murder from other forms of unlawful homicide ..." Bullying fits all of those requirements and plain and simple it is murder and should be prosecuted as such.
Monday, July 29, 2013
It has been another lazy week. B G is in a "reading" mode and is reading a lot. It has been really nice weather so we could sit on the back porch while he reads and I sit on his recliner (which still needs fixing) and watch him.
A couple of times men came into the yard. B G said they were meter readers. I barked at both of them It is my yard and I am protective of it. One time I was actually outside when he came the other time we were on the porch. I let them know that I knew they were there. B G made me come inside and thanked me for my alarm.
Sometimes I sit up in the chair.
One day I was in my boudoir having a nice rest on my queen sized bed and B G came in with his camera. He said I had to pose for my "public." I think it was rude of him to bother me but what is a lady to do?
Sunday, July 28, 2013
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science."
Don’t be fooled by my beauty—the light of my face comes from the candle of my spirit.
"This is the pathless path. Where the journey leads is to the deepest truth in you. It is really just returning to where you were initially before you got lost." - PTM
Happiness comes from giving, not getting. If we try to bring happiness to others, we cannot stop it from coming to us also. To get joy, we must give it, and to keep joy, we must scatter it.
"Compassion…means feeling the feelings of somebody else in a visceral way, at a level somewhere below the level of the head; most commonly compassion is associated with feeling the suffering of somebody else and being moved by that suffering to do something. That is, the feeling of compassion leads to being compassionate."
We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.
~ Serge Kahili King
Saturday, July 27, 2013
1 Egg, well beaten
1 ½ cups Flour
2 ½ tsp Baking powder
2 cups Water
1 ½ cups Sugar
3T Lemon juice
Rind of lemon
2 Egg yolks
3 T Butter
Friday, July 26, 2013
A redneck with a bucket full of live fish, was approached recently by a game warden in Texas as he started to drive his boat away from a lake. The game warden asked the man, "May I see your fishing license please?" "Naw, sir," replied the redneck. "I don't need none of them there papers. These here are my pet fish."
"Yep. Once a week, I bring these here fish o'mine down to the lake and let 'em swim 'round for a while. Then when I whistle, they swim right back into my net and I take 'em home."
"What a line of baloney....you're under arrest."
The redneck said, "It's the truth, Mr. Gov'ment man. I'll show ya!
We do this all the time!!"
"WE do, now, do WE?" smirked the warden. "PROVE it!"
The redneck released the fish into the lake and stood and waited. After a few minutes, the warden said, "Well?"
"Well, WHUT?" said the redneck.
The warden asked, "When are you going to call em back?"
"Call who back?"
"The FISH," replied the warden!
"Whut fish?" asked the redneck.
MORAL OF THE STORY:
We may not be as smart as some city slickers, but we ain't as
dumb as some government employees.Two good ol' boys walk into a restaurant. While having a bite to eat, they talk about their moonshine operation.
.. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water, but is still fat.
Now that I'm older here's what I've discovered: