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Current location: retired to MidWest
Member since: Mon Feb 18, 2013, 09:15 PM
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About Me

Still an ardent Irish-American Catholic damnYankee Yellow Dog Democrat socialist after all these years. (cue Simon music) Army brat and wife for many years, now have been on the loose far longer than I was married. After my two red chows died, I took in a mini-beagle cross that I named Molly Maguire, thinking she might need a good Irish name like my original real one. Later she got a baby sister, a smooth-coat JRT I named Brigid after the greatest of the ancient Celtic goddesses. My great-grandfather and his son fought for Michael Collins and barely made it out of Ireland one step ahead of John Bull. They slipped over to Wales for new identities and then forward to the States for a fresh start. That makes me second generation of illegal but certainly justified immigrants. There are precious few people to whose defense I fly immediately, but the list includes Hillary Clinton, President Barack Obama even when I disagree with him - it happens! - and living Irish patriots Gerry Adams and Martin \\\'Mind Your Kneecaps\\\' McGuiness. I pray earnestly for a united and free Ireland rescued from all official British occupation, with every square inch of alleged \\\'ancestral lands\\\' now held immorally and illegally by the invaders returned to the rightful owners. Irish-only rule for Ireland. No foreign masters anymore! I find it passing strange when Brits chide ME about \'interfering\' in Irish politics!

Journal Archives

Unless you can do better than that,

feel free to just keep lurking. That was a jerky thing to say at best, despite your back-scratching later on. You owe Mary an UNdiluted full-bore apology.

Celebrating Labor Day with good old-fashioned pro-labor music

Most Sunday afternoons I have NPR's 'Folk Tree' program turned on, but it was especially fine today.

Understand first that I usually despise most covers if I liked the original. It even bothers me when my adored Garrison Keillor does it unless he's making a joke. They never sing it the way I learned it and that's a damned high hurdle for me to overcome!

So this afternoon I got a double treat. First of all, a cover of Woody Guthrie's 'I Ain't Got No Home'. Maybe Pete Seeger and Bob Dylan can sing Guthrie's songs to my satisfaction, but precious few others had better even dare try. I literally wish I could throw a hammer at the radio when (gasp!) country performers try to rework political songs into something you know damn well they don't even mean the same way because it's liberal and they ain't. 'Maggie's Farm' is the prime example.

But just this once I have to make an exception for a modern trio covering Woody Guthrie in a smooth harmony fashion. Has anyone else had the extreme privilege of hearing Brother Sun? I haven't even yet looked up their website, but I'm totally over the moon.

Just as I was (and always will be) over the moon about St. Paul and the Broken Bones. Regardless of how amazing Belushi and Akroyd were, I still don't hold them in quite the same esteem as Otis Redding, for instance. Maybe part of it's my age, since I was a teen when the best music first surfaced. Anyway, one Saturday I happened to catch St. P&BB for the first time and gasped for joy. Nobody could ever beat Otis Redding at anything, but I do think they measured up. Paul Janeway can literally rip your heart out in the most delightful way.

Well, they might not - maybe should not - ever delve into overtly political realms as Woody did, but to me any form of the blues is political anyway, and thereby pro-labor.

Blame it on my parents. I grew up thinking no one wrote lullabyes except Guthrie, since they were the only ones sung in our house except for Irish tunes. So I continued the tradition with my own son, though branching out into the blues as well. I sang BB King's 'Hummingbird' to the little one in utero.

And people wonder how kids turn out the way they do!?!

Regardless, do pause to remember Woody tomorrow. Maybe even hum a bit of 'Solidarity Forever' while you're at it.

Bravo for you.

Sad to say, the gentleman who was refused probably knew the truth. It must be hard to take the high road sometimes when you're somebody's favorite target.

Please tell your friends there is no such thing as an act of 'harmless racism'. Even if the snubbed customer didn't have a clue as to why he was refused, every bit of poison spewed into the universe hurts us all.

Incredibly beautiful.

My personal ambition is to take the 5'x5' double-pane beveled glass picture window I dragged home from curbside years ago and do a portrait of the Grand Canyon on it, then have it installed in a spot that really needs more light.

At this point I begin to wonder if it'll ever happen though. But I really do love good artwork of any kind.


I know Feinstein's not been a sturdy bulwark by any means, but I didn't think she'd stoop this low.

Feinstein's the last person I'd expect to see exhibit such skullduggery.

But yer right... it might have more to do with '16 than now or even '14. More than a few of the observers I've found most accurate and trustworthy have lately begun to wonder if President Obama has already decided NOT to endorse HRC in '16 primaries. I expect him to be the kingmaker then, and HRC might already be trying to get ahead on that. If such turns out to be the case and someone else gets his endorsement, there's every chance her '08 and her '16 might turn out to be the same.

There's a LOT to appreciate about HRC but I'm by no means tied to her side at this point. If Warren (despite her present stated refusal) primaries her, wins, and picks Joaquin Castro as a running mate, I'll be giddy over them. Love Bernie Sanders and several others but they don't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting US the Oval Office in '16. Politics is only personal with me in a way and up to a point; sleep with the enemy or even develop a serious limp and I'll blow anyone a fond (or otherwise) farewell kiss.

All you sweet folks who want to holler at me to focus focus focus on midterms, save your breath. You think I forgot how to multitask or something? '14 IS about '16 and the future thereafter into eternity and pounding every sorry no-good worthless GOP POS possible into nothing but a grease spot until they are politically dead, dead, dead.

Good grief, RWNJ's have been driving me to literal nightmares the last few weeks. This afternoon when I took a late nap, I got jarred awake wondering whether the refugees I was trying to help smuggle across the border were going to make it to safety. Admittedly this last nightmare could've been at least exacerbated by the fried chicken at the potluck at church today, but this has been going on too long and I'm getting in a real foul mood about it.

Seeing our own stab President Obama in the back doesn't help matters. SO WHAT if he spoke unartfully about WH strategy regarding ISIS? SO BLOODY WHAT???? Everybody including the godforsaken GOP knows damn well he meant we need to keep our options open and be ready for any contingency.

Oh - and I almost forgot to thank you for the OP, my dear Drunken Irishman.

Superlative OP, thanks.

Keeping forever.

While it might cause me a little karmic discomfort some day, I'd gladly pay the freight to dance on Pig Boy's grave. Him and all like him.

K&R OP for support of President Obama

and his understanding that we're actually in worse danger by trying to conquer the whole damned world like the GOP wants.

At least the Kurds have shown they can and will fight to protect themselves. That's the sort of people we should help. While avoiding civilian casualties entirely is next to impossible given how ISIS operates, with that taken into account, I've never known a group in my time whose combat troops needed carpet bombing more. They're bad enough on the best day, but they've at least reportedly taken to crucifying Christian captives. Not much worse way to go.

Good grief, 'those people' don't know HOW to be honest about ANYTHING.

Of course they're worst of all regarding our President Barack Hussein Obama, who looks smashing no matter what he wears. We just need to love him more than they hate him, to bring balance back into the universe. (That's easy for me. If I had got to make up my own president, couldn't have done better myself.) Nobody's perfect, not even me, but he damn sure runs circles around the rest.

I'm sure you're aware of the debate that swirls around the nature of

near death experiences. One surgeon - you know they don't tend to be crackpot fundies - said that once before he operated on a man who had little chance of surviving, he hid some small object on top of the ceiling bar light, where nobody standing on the floor or lying on a gurney could see it. Sure enough, the patient died and remained so for several minutes real time until revived. Later the patient described floating out of his body and hovering above, where he could also see what the doctor had hidden. To me that's the most convincing proof of the spirit/soul surviving outside the body.

I've never had a problem with atheism myself. It's the crackpot fundies who bother me. Although I consider myself fully RC, at the same time I have an unusually strong dose of animist and universalist too. Main thing is that I try to avoid making God in my own image, and I feel no imperative whatever to shove my theology down anyone else's throat.

This might sound off topic at first, but it really isn't: lately I've been re-reading the collected letters of CS Lewis, who was a pretty deep thinker. It's fascinating to trace his personal development over the years, as shown by the heavy correspondence people of that era maintained. Anyway, somewhere into his mid to late 20's he'd decided that Buddhism was a fair approximation of his newly found Christianity and that the West should basically leave them be. That's interesting to me partly because many liberal educated Christians believe the gap in the written record between Jesus' childhood and his 30's may well reflect time spent in Asia absorbing Buddhism.

Last departure story here is about a dear friend living in a nursing home where I worked. One night when I was off duty her daughter called to tell me that Joy had passed, and with it came a remarkable story. Joy had all her marbles; she was just too frail to live alone and the daughter had to work. But they talked on the phone every night.

That particular night they were chatting happily away when all of a sudden Joy asked her daughter, "Who are all these people?" Knowing her mother had a private room and visitors were discouraged at that late hour, the daughter asked "What do you mean, Mom?" Joy exclaimed, "The room is FULL of the most beautiful people!" And then she dropped the phone because she was gone. That happened at least 30 years ago and still gives me a happy tingle when I think about it.

What grieves me now and then is that I can't volunteer with area hospice where I retired in an extremely remote area of the Bible Belt. People here are xenophobic as geese. It took almost 6 years before I could even approach a table at a carry-in w/o clearing the bench. Well, I was on tv a few months after moving here, rebutting the station manager's obtuse editorial, and I write letters to area newspapers as well, so most people consider me a socialist/pinko/commie damnYankee heretic invader. Things eventually got a little better, at least so most people would sit with me in the cafeteria and at church, but basically every other door is still slammed shut and locked to me. I've made about 3 real friends, and the rest who speak to me now are no more than congenial acquaintances if that. It's partly fear of association. After some of my better letters to the editor of our local paper, which enjoys an extremely wide regional circulation, I've received letters of congratulation - unsigned!

So I eventually caved on the notion of doing hospice volunteer work because it would absolutely devastate me if a family refused my services at such a time. I've got a pretty thick skin but know my limits, and that would be an all too likely result which would really break my heart. Only recently have I managed to convince people to eat what I bring to carry-ins; I'll be ready for hospice myself before they'll be ready to let me volunteer in that capacity.

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