They thought they were free …

We’re already there

Homeless on the High Desert

I’ve been harping on this for fifteen years …

fascism

We can’t say this loud enough or often enough, and we have to say it while we still can, Fascism sneaks in the back door. That is the German experience, slowly, over time, it just sort of happened. Milton Mayer writes in his book They Thought They Were Free: The Germans 1933-1945 not overnight, incrementally, like the legendary slow boiling of frogs. Fascism creeps:

“You see,” my colleague went on, “one doesn’t see exactly where or how to move. Believe me, this is true. Each act, each occasion, is worse than the last, but only a little worse. You wait for the next and the next. You wait for one great shocking occasion, thinking that others, when such a shock comes, will join with you in resisting somehow. You don’t want to act, or even talk, alone; you don’t…

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Monday Madness

I’m having work done on my house … a new furnace, hot water tank & central air unit … the workers are supposed to be here sometime between 8 & 8:30 this morning, so I moved the cats out into the screen-in patio, along with their food, toys & litter box. The last time something like this happened, we were moving into this place, so they are naturally very upset.

I’ve been hearing them crying, so I went to check on them.

They both greeted me at the door, but then Radar turned & hissed at Bobby. More than once! He was really nasty. It was like, “Get outta here! I’ll take care of this!” Poor Bobby retreated.

It’s unseasonably warm today ~ it’s supposed to go up into the low 80s, so it’s not like they’re going to be cold out there or anything. They’re just freaked out at the change in our daily schedule. They’re quite habit-bound.

This work is set to go through Wednesday, barring any problems. Given that we’re in the midst of a Mercury retrograde, I am prepared for the worst…but I really hope that everything goes smoothly & even faster than they expect.

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Sunday Sonnet

Today’s poem is by novelist & poet & librettist Janet Loxley Lewis, born in Chicago, Illinois in 1899 & died in Los Altos, California in 1998. According to The Poetry Foundation, she considered poetry “superior” to prose. Her first book was published in 1922 & she was publishing into the 1990s.

I have been to the place she describes in this poem, alas, all too briefly.

References

Lewis, Janet. “Carmel Highlands”. The Making of a Sonnet: A Norton Anthology. Edited by Edward Hirsch & Eavan Boland. NY: W.W. Norton & Company, 2008. poem can be found on page 207.

The Poetry Foundation. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/janet-loxley-lewis

This REALLY pissed me off this morning

Aunt Polly is pissed off about something completely different this morning.

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This was in a Washington Post article from October 1st. I missed it originally, but thanks to Mike the Mad Biologist’s Daily Links, I read the article, which was really informative & interesting. DO read it, especially if you’re interested in American history, the history of the American South, & the history of American slavery.

What pissed me off was this:

“For White Americans, genealogy is primarily a hobby. It’s a leisure pursuit. But for African Americans, it’s much deeper than that. It’s a yearning to know who came before you.“ ~ Toni Carrier, genealogist and anthropologist

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO SAY WHAT GENEALOGY IS TO WHITE AMERICANS?

I have been TOTALLY & FULLY interested in my genealogy since before I was TEN YEARS OLD. I remember sitting at the picnic table with my grandmother, listening to her stories of “the olden days”…

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Saturday Caturday

I’ve been busy all day so I’m sorry that I’m late with this post.

The other day, I noticed Bobby on the new couch. This is how I usually have it set up with the attractive pillows that accent it so perfectly:

So the other day, I was making myself a cup of tea in the kitchen & I noticed that Bobby was on the couch & he was moving the pillows around. I watched him … he was making himself a nice little nest for himself. Then he settled down for a nice nap.

I went back to my study & worked at my desk for about an hour. I needed another cup of tea so I went to the kitchen & put the kettle on. I noticed that Bobby had gained a companion…Radar curled up next to him. They were there most of the day.

Such cozy kitties!

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Meghan Murphy does it again

Aunt Polly posts a Meghan Murphy op-ed from Feminist Current.

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Her newest opinion piece, posted yesterday at Feminist Current, says it quite succinctly: only women get pregnant & only women need abortions. & if you don’t know what a woman is, you’re totally lost. In today’s world, with the total Orwellian breakdown of language, it seems that not even dictionaries have a clue what women are anymore.

Please don’t argue about the “evolution” of language. Every language, since the beginning of time, had precise words for men & women … & they still do. Most languages are gendered … there are masculine words, feminine words, & neutral words & they all have their precise case endings. This can be confusing for the native English speaker, but it’s really easy once you have it down. I prefer that system to English language system. But of course … if you only took two years of basic Spanish back in high school &…

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A BRUNO

I once loved a man named Bruno.

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      Bruno

      Proteggimi ancora
      come hai fatto sempre.

        Il tuo sorriso illuminava le giornate..
        anche il sole te lo invidiava.
        Avevi una forza a dir poco potente
        che conosceva tutta la gente.
        e un cuore grande come il cielo
        quando non ha ombra di velo.
        Uomo generoso come il mare
        per tutti da ammirare!
        Custode di preziosi talenti
        più di rari diamanti.
        Bellezza d’aspetto
        e franchezza di carattere
        erano il tuo biglietto
        di onore e rispetto.
        Quanto mi manchi e ..
        .. quanto ti ho amato ..
        da quando sei andato
        Ahimè, tutto è cambiato.
        Insieme quante risate
        e quante mangiate..
        tutte sempre accompagnate
        da chi l amore ci ha insegnato.
        Adesso sei con loro ..
        e sei più felice di me.
        Visto che la vita senza te
        mio caro fratello..
        non dà più niente di bello.

          Natalia Castelluccio

          TO BRUNOBrunoProtect me again .. as you…

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          october

          For the New Moon in Libra this October 6

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          good fortune in october. divine energy in october. reverence in october. bliss in october. worship in october. magnetism in october. love in october. exultation in october. reward in october. the flow of wealth in october. soul in october. abundant riches in october. enchantment in october. blessedness in october. rebirth in october. sheer magic in october.

          and so it is, so mote it be.

          Light worker – the poetry of ascension

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