The Houston Chronicle editorial today is on the Arbery murder.
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Copied from Facebook. I would only add that to counteract fever, wet stockings help to draw heat from the brain, where it is particularly destructive.
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Twas a dark day in Dallas, November ’63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high
Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?”
“Of course we do. We know who you are.”
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts; we’ve come to collect
We’re gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect
We’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll put it in your face
We’ve already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone’s eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it’s a murder most foul
Hush, little children. You’ll understand
The Beatles are comin’; they’re gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I’m going to Woodstock; it’s the Aquarian Age
Then I’ll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window; let the good times roll
There’s a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll
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From Hullaballoo:
Donald Trump is the human id on legs. That much has been plain for ages. Excess is his middle name. With multiple bankruptcies, betrayals of trust, and a coterie of shady associates, he is the last person an America with any common sense (and sense of decency) should have granted the powers of the presidency.

Water under the bridge. What now?
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Well, the deniers are myopic. I do not know why the author calls the denial of environmental change racists. Perhaps it is because the same myopia that leads people to focus on persons (the same or opposite to themselves) leads them to being oblivious of the natural environment. Some recognize the fish they catch and can name them; others know that deer and hogs are to hunt. But then, we sort of have to conclude that they do not see very well from the fact that they often shoot each other. Most often, if trees are even mentioned, it is the context of providing a screen, of hiding something from view. But, on the edge of the marsh bushes have to cut down so they don’t obstruct the view. GHWB talked about “the vision thing.” I do not think he meant the same thing, but I appreciate the phrase. The South is all about the vision thing, what things look like, appearances. Which are, of course, deceiving.

Terrier

Windy day

Neighbor’s for sale sign

Comes undone

Hangs by a single chain

Dances the samba

To its own clapping beat

The sun courts the snow

Touching every flake

Wind pushes the

Cold through my cap

Whispers secrets across the bay

Terrier dances in the field

Skipping, leaping, twisting

Sunlight and wind cavorting past

Only stopping to thrust

Her muzzle in the snow

For the hidden scent of grass

Standing in line
Waiting to pay
Weekly grocery shopping
Kevin’s off
Grabbing one last thing
We almost forgot
Guy queues up behind me
In a voice reserved
For meaningless chatter
About the weather
He asks
“Sooo, what’s your immigration status?”
At first
It really doesn’t register
When he asks again,
Louder this time
Confused
I look behind me
Fully expecting him to be
Asking some other poor soul
But no
He’s looking right at me
With a tight malicious smile
Of a middle school boy
Who thinks he’s won
A battle of wits
I realize how tired I am
How
Angry
Why should I have to
Trot out my family tree
My US passport
For every person who can’t image
This country has brown people
Here legally
As citizens, even
My left eyebrow
Reaches for my hairline
The only thing that saves
The fool
Is my husband stepping between us
To put the burger buns on the conveyor belt

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Moebius strip logic
Turns love upon itself
Love, hate become one
Magicians
Politicians
Misdirection
False premise as gospel:
Equally weighting the claims of
Oppressed and oppressor is neutrality
The cornerstone
Of a republic whose
Justice is blind
Has never examined
The surface of a still pond
Nor let starlight
Sunlight
Into its interior discourse
Gorges on cerebral fare
Injected with distilled
Spirits of fear
Only for added flavor
Chefs claim
Morning after
The debauchery
Will we dare look in the mirror?

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