It’s Your City

Daily blog: It’s May 1st, 2021.

If your hometown is Philadelphia, PA, and you do not replace your representatives with people capable of managing the city. You are part of the problem.

People talk about homelessness but refuse to accept that addiction causes most of it; it’s not the other way around. There are programs for homeless people, but most refuse it, choosing drugs instead.

So, if your hometown has streets that look like a dump, that people shit and piss on, that people routinely die on. If your hometown has these things, and you let your politicians remain in power.

Then what you see below belongs to you.

Why?

Because it’s your hometown and you are responsible for it.





Board of Elections

Daily blog: It’s April 30th, 2021.

If you do not know the names of your county’s Board of Election members, make it a priority to do so.

You can find their names, email addresses, and phone numbers on a county’s Board of Elections website.

For example, my county’s board of elections website has the names here: 

http://www.votedavidsoncountync.com/About_the_Board.html

And my state’s board of elections members can be found on their website:

https://www.ncsbe.gov/about

The 2020 election has shown how important these people are. And it is up to us to make sure they are doing their jobs properly.

So add your state and county’s Board of Elections website to your bookmarks today. And if you have any concerns, give them a call. They work for you and should be able to answer any questions.

We can no longer tolerate late night mail dumps. And 2022 is right around the corner.

When Criminals Become The Law

Daily blog: It’s April 28th, 2021.

The American people can save this country from socialism by becoming self-sufficient, thus cutting the ties that bind us to Washington.

A self-sufficient town can not be controlled.

Yep, It’s time for a little top-down house cleaning. The top being us and the bottom being the people who work for us in the federal government.

I refuse to let dystopia rise any longer.

Hometown America, let freedom ring loud and clear in the ear of every politician. And If your hometown is Louisville, Kentucky, you might want to give them an ear full. Their disrespected police officers are leaving in droves, and the crime rate is spiking. Funny how that works. Police haters there are about to find out what real street justice looks like when the criminals become the law.




Microfiction – Are You Afraid

“Why are you afraid, child?”
“The man on TV said I should be.”
“Do you see anything around you to be afraid of?”
“No.”
“Do you see anybody dropping dead in the streets?”
“No, but the mask protects us.”
“Do you see people who don’t wear masks dropping dead in the streets?”
“No.”
“Child, there are people who get sick every day and die of one thing or the other, but life goes on. If you want to be afraid, be afraid of the man on TV.”
“Why?”
“Because he makes money off of people’s fear. He’s what you call a bogeyman. Use to only frighten children into good behavior. But these days, it works on adults too.”
“Are you afraid of the virus?”
“No, Child, I’m not afraid. We got a roof over our heads, food growing in the garden, and a well for water. Now, you let those things go away. And I’ll be afraid.”

Haiku – Risen

Evil has risen
Our country is in danger
Paul Harvey was right

PAUL HARVEY’S ‘IF I WERE THE DEVIL’ TRANSCRIPT – 1965

“If I were the devil … If I were the Prince of Darkness, I’d want to engulf the whole world in darkness. And I’d have a third of its real estate, and four-fifths of its population, but I wouldn’t be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree — Thee. So I’d set about however necessary to take over the United States. I’d subvert the churches first — I’d begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: ‘Do as you please.

To the young, I would whisper that ‘The Bible is a myth.’ I would convince them that man created God instead of the other way around. I would confide that what’s bad is good, and what’s good is ‘square.’ And the old, I would teach to pray, after me, ‘Our Father, which art in Washington…

And then I’d get organized. I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting, so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting. I’d threaten TV with dirtier movies and vice versa. I’d pedal narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.

If I were the devil I’d soon have families at war with themselves, churches at war with themselves, and nations at war with themselves; until each in its turn was consumed. And with promises of higher ratings I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames. If I were the devil I would encourage schools to refine young intellects, but neglect to discipline emotions — just let those run wild, until before you knew it, you’d have to have drug sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.

Within a decade I’d have prisons overflowing, I’d have judges promoting pornography — soon I could evict God from the courthouse, then from the schoolhouse, and then from the houses of Congress. And in His own churches I would substitute psychology for religion, and deify science. I would lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls, and church money. If I were the devil I’d make the symbols of Easter an egg and the symbol of Christmas a bottle.

If I were the devil I’d take from those who have, and give to those who want until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious.

And what do you bet I could get whole states to promote gambling as the way to get rich? I would caution against extremes and hard work in Patriotism, in moral conduct. I would convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned, that swinging is more fun, that what you see on the TV is the way to be. And thus, I could undress you in public, and I could lure you into bed with diseases for which there is no cure. In other words, if I were the devil I’d just keep right on doing what he’s doing.”

Paul Harvey, good day.


Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, cause and effect