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The Infinite Budalla

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Everything below this post is over 4 years old. Some of it dates back 12 years, feeble attempts at poetry. I leave them so I can annoy my daughter with them one day.

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I've been reading, rather rereading American history, paying close attention to voting patterns.

There is a 30 to 50 year voting pattern, one in which the defining nature is a redefining of the politics and the boundaries of who is voting for what. The 1860s saw that, followed by the 1890s and the election of McKinley, followed by the election of Roosevelt to the presidency in 32.

World War II and the Cold War changed the math. The country lurched towards centrist presidents, Truman then Eisenhower. The popular election of Kennedy gave the centrist left back its lead. Johnson as president was a fluke. In this respect, the end of the McKinley presidency and the rise of Theodore Roosevelt is comparable.

This close to the actual history it is hard to judge how things are going. Only in the cold light of analysis will the patterns be supported or not.

The country is in a holding pattern. Biden was the least objectionable candidate to enough people. But he beat the alternative. I'm just not sure things are going to get better.

The Democratic turnout, the liberal turnout, the socialist turnout, the left in its many forms needs to show up on election Day and vote in every election in an informed matter in every race from top to bottom of the ballot.

Change can come, but left of center is going to have to come together, even though they hate each other's guts most of the time, and vote this fall.

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As the name of this blog suggests, each will cover a subject. There will be a reasonable, essay-like format, with an opening paragraph and a closing one. The two might not necessarily be connected. 

There will be stories, there will be opinions, sometimes at the same time. The only coherent thread in the entire mess will be myself. And that won't necessarily be true either, from time to time.

The sole purpose is to allow myself a forum to put towards the nonsense that is my point of view. I cannot emphasize this enough, this is my point of view, my POV. The opinions, feelings, and expressions here are based on my life, how I've dealt with it, and my general observations as I make my way through it.

Through it all I will try to illustrate the patterns I've seen and try to convey them, in my own way, while attempting to define where necessary.

And the subjects can be what they may.

How do I feel today?

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Beginning my online journal for the umpteenth time. At least 20 years of starts and stops.

Today, a simple post, a test of sorts to see how I can tie WordPress and possibly Facebook together in this endeavor. Many years ago it was fairly simple, but WP, FB, and Tumblr have all changed their interconnects in the ensuing years.

If this pops up in your stream someplace, let me know, I might have something that works.

Although I must overcome my own sloth.

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I’ve heard people say that the trouble with the world is that we haven’t enough great leaders. I think we haven’t enough great followers. I have stood side by side with great thinkers—surgeons, engineers, economists, men who deserve a great following—and have heard the crowd cheer me instead. I love my profession. I like playing baseball. I love the fans too, but I think they cheered too loudly, and they cheered for the wrong man.

Babe Ruth (via newbeatnik)

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Need

My life is empty. I need her special madness. I think I love her.

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Procrastination

What darkness of the spirit possesses

that corrupts the flesh and weakens the mind

that says, let us wait, let us do it tomorrow

and then tomorrow comes

and tomorrow becomes today

and we say, let us wait, let us do it tomorrow

and so on till the end of time.

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Perchance to Dream - as haiku

Detailed dreams torment with clear yet obtuse visions, meanings beyond reach.

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Perchance to Dream

The hour is early, the rising of the sun still hours away. The midnight torment of the soul, the dreams of incredible detail and utter strangeness fill my sleep. Flying, running, confusion, searching, questing, seeking some unknown goal, yearning and looking for answers just within grasp, just out of reach, then slip silently beyond knowing.

The sleeper awakes, normal programming resumes, leaving vivid memories of questing dreams and answers unrealized.

3/29/2014

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Why?

Why is the sky blue? Why is my heart a rainbow? Just because they are.

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One of my daughter's first selfies, circa 2000-2001. f/1.6. 1/100 sec. Slightly less than one megapixel. Sony digital with remote.

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One of my daughter's first selfies, circa 2000-2001. f/2.4. 1/100 sec. Slightly less than one megapixel. Sony digital with remote.

As always, she was ahead of the curve!

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My Spirit

My spirit spills forth in random words on a page, preaching to the world.

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In four little words she broke my heart and spirit "Baby, change for me."

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Fear

I can’t love you because you’re not young. I can’t love you because you’re not beautiful. I can’t love you because you’re not rich. I can’t love you because you don’t have a nice car. I can’t love you because you don’t have a good job. I can’t love you because you’re not of my faith. I can’t love you because you don’t belong to the same political party. I can’t love you because you’re not physically perfect. I can’t love you because you are short. I can’t love you because you’re fat. I can’t love you because you snore. I can’t love you because my family wouldn’t approve. I can’t love you because I’m too busy making lists of reasons why I can’t love you. I can’t love you because I don’t really know what love is. I can’t love you because I don’t really love myself. I can’t love you because, as much as I want love, it scares me to death. I can’t love you because, despite all my fears, my can’ts, I might love you anyway.

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Fear

I can’t love you because you’re not young. I can’t love you because you’re not beautiful. I can’t love you because you’re not rich. I can’t love you because you don’t have a nice car. I can’t love you because you don’t have a good job. I can’t love you because you’re not of my faith. I can’t love you because you don’t belong to the same political party. I can’t love you because you’re not physically perfect. I can’t love you because you are short. I can’t love you because you’re fat. I can’t love you because you snore. I can’t love you because my family wouldn’t approve. I can’t love you because I’m too busy making lists of reasons why I can’t love you. I can’t love you because I don’t really know what love is. I can’t love you because I don’t really love myself. I can’t love you because, as much as I want love, it scares me to death. I can’t love you because, despite all my fears, my can’ts, I might love you anyway.

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How to make love to a woman

Accept her as she is

and try to make her happy.

Simplicity itself.