Sunday, April 26, 2009

"My policy is to have no policy"....................founder of the Republican Party, Abraham Lincoln, (take that Rush Limbaugh)

The Global Musings of an Educated Man.........vol.111
The spring rain is greeting my backyard window pane with the pitter patter of falling feet touching the glass from God's outstretched toes that seem to need their nails clipped,  and touching down on the deck and stucco that bounces to the ever greening grass below. Puddles form along the side streets and the brick brack courtyards church bells ring to the drive way behind the house and beyond. And yet I still sit wondering, will I get the Swine Flu? Is this the pestilence that was warned about thousands of years ago by a distant relative on the island of Patmos? Are we hearing wars and rumors of more wars amongst the people picketing against the higher taxes and ever expanding reach of bigger brother's federal government as we slowly slide to a global centralized bank in the hands of a waiting dictator who will have all the power in the world to do whatever he or she may want? Or am I on too many medications like the rest of America and the quickly growing population of the world to notice or to be trusted with knowing the difference? Or is it all going to end on the 21st of December in 2012? I know that I always have many questions to ask and may from the fringe think too far "out there" for some people to truly accept, but I must digress and ask questions that interest me, like did Dan Zamlen get abducted by the Smiley Face Killers or did he just drink too much and fall into the river in the early morning hours of Sunday April the 5th outside of St. Thomas University on the corner of St. Clair and Mississippi Blvd,  like apparently so many young college aged men appeared to have done in the last twelve years, not to mention the 8, yes 8 that have met their tragic fate in the small college town of Lacrosse Wisconsin, or do men really like to go swimming when they're drunk? And if so, why oh why is marijuana still illegal? I will never stop believing that it should be emancipated like the slaves of old by father Abraham, although knowing that there are some things people just cannot handle. Like Gay marriage being legal in that state of cornfields we call Iowa, but not in the liberal elite land of California???? Oh, is it safe to eat ham or bacon with my classic eggs favorite from Perkins? Peanuts aren't going to kill us anymore are they mother? I can have peanut butter and honey sandwiches and live right? Please just let me watch my baseball on a rainy Sunday afternoon on channel 29, cause I don't even have cable, and continue to naively believe that hopefully the people in power know what they're doing and that they will one day get it right.
Until next time, open arms and open minds. Just please, cover your mouth will ya.

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Sunday, April 5, 2009

"How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into leaving his post......" Dylan

The Global Musings of an Educated Man........vol.110
The revolution will not be televised.
On Saturday April 4th, I partook in the democratic process at the ground level, for I was a seated delegate in what was the Ward 1 DFL Convention for City Council. We were electing the person who would receive the DFL's endorsement for Ward 1's City Council Member spot, vacated by outgoing member Paul Ostrow. The convention in and of itself was an eye opening experience once again, and this time knowing full well the excruciating minutia that would be glossed over was needed and the caffeine to withstand the assault against common sense and reason would go hand in hand, I spent my Saturday morning and afternoon watching and waiting and finally voting and shaking the hand of our city's proud Mayor and maybe future candidate for Governor, R.T. Rybak as I sat in the front row, for leg room, in the Edison High School Auditorium. The Convention was a lesson in coordinated chaos. I was all the while searching for the ghost of Hunter S. Thompson as he would have lived through such an event, being there no shortage of bars in Northeast, but I never did find the cigarette holding man anywhere and his white tennis shoes. But what I did find was a strongly reinforced belief that what we have in America may not be the best model for living proof of man's ideal state of freedom, but it is the best that we mankind at this present moment have to offer and so I'll gladly take it, because it also affords me these finer luxuries in life. Take that China and you're paranoia against freedom of information and North Korea's Kim Jong Il....appropriate any other terrorist persona here. The version of freedom that is displayed at a convention is properly aligning yourself with the candidate and their steam powered engine instructing you what to do, when to do it and how to do it. Some people may have had a better time watching Canadian Parliament, as we voted for Chairman of the convention, Co-Chairman, Head Teller and Time Keeper. There were those who were instructed observers and sergeant-at-arms at the doors to lock those out who had left their seat during the time of the casting of the ballots for there are strict rules during a convention, when all time and space are suspended for party benefit, because without rules there is only chaos. I was continually asking myself, "They still shoot horses, don't they?" or at least the film of the same name came to mind throughout the day. Sometimes, you need to just put it out of it's misery. Some may say the same about some of my musings too and Jack Kevorkian would agree whole heartedly.  Among the field of candidates of Jose Velez, Doron Clark, our man Kevin Reich, and Susan Howitz Hanna, we cast our lot. After the first round of votes, where 60% is needed to earn the endorsement of the DFL and anyone less than 10% is dropped from the next ballot, Jose Velez had 15.2%, Doron Clark 24%, Susan Hanna 3% and our man Kevin Reich, 56.9%. It was clear our ground force of yellow t-shirts had prevailed. After casting our 2nd round of votes, Doron Clark and Jose Velez conceded and unanimously elected Kevin Reich as Ward 1 winner of the DFL endorsement for City Council for the city of Minneapolis. We were triumphant. He will now be running against the Republican party's candidate, who is to be determined, this coming November. All of this for a City Council member spot. The keys to power hang in the balance. In conclusion, grassroots organizing and spending my free-time on a Saturday morning and afternoon was not wasted, physically, it only felt that way.
"Freedom's just another word, for nothing left to lose.." Kris Kristofferson

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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

"And now, the end is near...." Old Blue Eyes

The Global Musings of an Educated Man..........vol.109
If I were the Clash, at one time, the most important band in the world, I would be singing my own song, "London Calling". But, I'm not, and only the world's elite will be doing that come tomorrow as they jangle the keys to the asylum in front of our very eyes. The day after April Fools' is only appropriate timing for the people that think of anything other than coincidence, because we've all been fooled again by the masters' that hold the strings, and we dangle, bouncy bouncy bounce for their enjoyment to run like rats in our cubicle cages nibbling for that ever just out of reach piece of cheese that sits atop open hands well manicured and their laughing eyes from their house arrest confinements because they stole and keep stealing billions away from ordinary tax payers. Oh, to be young again. Maybe the G20 meeting in London is a good thing. A plan will be developed for a worldwide recovery from the mess that they put us in. The same people in charge of supplying the solution are the same as those that have given us the problems. Oh, to be young again. There may be violence and there will be outrage and there should be outrage. I was outraged once, and sometimes I was even taken seriously. Oh, to be young again. I am guessing that Mr. Barack Obama will be emerging from his whirlwind world tour as the undoubted king of swing. The golden calf in carmel colored skin with a million dollar smile. He's been on the cover of every magazine for the past year and a half and you have to admit that his inauguration was something almost biblical. The answer man. The man with the plan. At least that's how the major media darlings will portray him. Then again, I voted for him. And then again, look what he was left with. But I digress. And then he will go on to meet with the leaders of the Czech Republic and Turkey and offer them the United States unwavoring support for anything against the still from the viewpoint of the western world, the much despised USSR, China and their threatening quasi-capitalism and Iran and their beautiful yet shrouded women and their unrealistic and unfortunately uneducated clergy, in what may be the first steps towards World War III. Should we be checking his scalp for three little sixes?
Oh, to be young again.   

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