September 23, 2023

In my happy singleness, with only small regrets, as brought up in my last post, I came to remind myself of this one as well as that last.

Damn, I’m good.

Fuck you Ron and all you other GOP who would wish to reinvent history to be more to your white liking.

One White Leads to Another

To The Fixx “One Thing Leads To Another”

The deception some white folks

Is want present false history

State by state they pass laws now

To hinder what kids can and cannot read

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Just to protect them they claim

From truths about black and white

But when some books shed light

Difference wrong and right

That aren’t white enough they balk and they say

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We’ll teach history no mention of trees

(oh when)

One white leads to another

We’ll point out wrongs in history’s long stories gone and then

One white leads to another

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The intention is to

Teach alternate washed whitey tales

Where there wasn’t a time then

Where justice judged with far different scales

It wasn’t baked into fabric since a father’s slave day

Where ownership was the way

But when an academic thought critiques that it’s never changed

They just ban CRT while they exclaim then

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Teach history as only we can see

One white leads to another

We’ll point out wrongs in history’s long stories gone and then

One white leads to another

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Yeah Yeah Yeah

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One white one one white leads to another

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Indoctrination is their fear into liberal ideology

That kids might fall not wanting them to

To learn now how to actually think free

Hear opinions both sides even some they disagree

Can’t have them thinking that way

‘Cause if critical thought questions white supremacy

Indoctrinate instead with our own theories

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We’ll teach history as only it can be

One white leads to another

We’ll point out wrongs in history’s long stories gone and then

One white leads to another

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Yeah Yeah Yeah

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One white, one, one white, leads to another
(One white another)
One white, one, one white, can’t teach of others
(One white another)

One white, one, one white, empowered white brothers
(One white another)
One white, one, one white Liberty mothers
(One white another)

One white, one, one white, leads to another

(One white leads to another)

Every morning after I put on my sneaks I ask google lady on my phone “what’s the forecast for today?”

Today’s response was “65 and rain” in that lilting static but still computery pretty google lady voice (I wonder if she even knows I exist other than to just answer mundane questions? I’ll work up the courage at some point). Now, it was only just drizzling when I was getting ready to leave but it eventually did some pretty serious raining during the day around here and on my ride home.

But, as I was heading out, I said to myself “Steve, grab a zip up hoodie, just in case, you never know, it could come in handy later, just stuff one into your bag dude, you’ve got plenty of them”

But they are ALL THE WAY in the other room, I thought, in a closet … that’s SOOOOOOOO far, SOOOOOOOO far away from the kitchen here and I’m ready to go!

Had to stop at the grocery store on the way home, HAD TO, cat food priority one, definitely cat food and something for my dinner and also lunch for the rest of the week. I just had to, couldn’t put this off till tomorrow.

That walk into the store in a torrential downpoar? Yeah, I probably could have used a zip up hoodie huh? Holy shit that grocery store was cold in my sopping T and ballcap!

But that closet was SOOOOOO far away this morning!!! Like AAAAAAALLL the way in another room far away!!!

I think I’m starting to sniffle though.

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When I got home just a few nights ago I stopped for a moment to smell the roses as the cliche goes, take stock of life, grab a moment, a breath or, for lack of roses, the lily looking pretties at the front of the house or, for another lack of roses or even lily smelling, just take a picture or two.

Then I noticed in one of the blooms a very busy, very buzzy little bee doing very busy, very buzzy little bee things.

Maybe it really is good to take the time to not smell the roses in this case but just take in a bit of life in a very busy, very buzzy little bee world kind of way.

“Worky Worky Worky” she hummed.

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A Facebook memory popped up the other day (yes I’m Facebook old, snicker if you will, but believe me, you don’t want me to try to be young and cool, plus if I tried I would probably Tic-Tok throw out a hip and then Instagram selfie myself writhing in out of shape pain in pictures of me splayed out in front of beautiful vistas of orchards or hillsides or ocean views … no, you want me to stick to old man Facebook unless you’re going to be the one to make that phone call to the EMT’s)

It was a picture I came across years ago, one I’m sure many of us have seen before but one that is just too classic to not post again when reminded of it …

After a short lived Death Metal stint it suddenly dawned on “Roo’s Revenge” that Alt Country was probably more their vibe.

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Been listening non-stop in the car recently, BB the car, to MonaLisa Twins, a pair of musical twin sisters I came across back in June courtesy of a Facebook ad in my feed. Ha! Facebook can still be possible not thrown out old man hips cool thank you! BB stands for Blue Box by the way, in case you were curious, which I’m most certainly sure you aren’t, my little Scion XB. He is very boxy and more of a Teal actually but I didn’t think calling him TB would work, definitely not. No, teal is close enough to blue, so BB.

Anyway, been listening non-stop to MonaLisa Twins since my discovery of them and their tune from that Facebook ad “I Bought Myself a Politician”. What a fun witty bit that has me singing along out loud, very poorly mind you, every time it comes around in the two albums I burned, after buying them, to one CD for the car listening (shit, I’m old again. Yes, BB has a CD player and I use it).

Now besides them being button cute pretty in their many fantastically well done videos, that takes a backseat to the sheer talent, the musicianship and the songwriting that has left me in awe. The honesty and the humor and the heartfelt and the subtle snark … and the harmonies, man, the harmonies. I try to harmonize with them while in BB to and from work (again, poorly) but the only ones that might take notice of such are cars that actually have open windows to my volume in stop and go route 9 traffic or dogs somewhere across the river here wondering why I am being so cruel as to make their ears curl and maybe even cause them to lightly moan in their sleep (sorry my dog friends).

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Noticed again in the Attic here a couple of views of two posts of mine that seem to pop up for views on a pretty regular basis. No idea why or how, it’s just these two posts.

“A Nonexistent Trickle and Snake Oil For Sale in Aisle Six” this one from back in October of 2019. It only has about 25 or so total views but that is stretched out over 5 years now, at least a few views every year since. it’s a pretty nondescript thing, a fun post sure but … maybe you can explain to me the lure as I sure can’t …

… and “Angel of Death: End Of Days, Route 9, Poughkeepsie???”, the time I saw the Angel of Death standing on the median between the triple lanes of route 9, Poughkeepsie holding an hourglass, a too small hourglass. Was he waiting to bring the end of days or was he just passing the time doing what Angel’s of Death do while waiting for that to-go order from the T.G.I. Friday’s across the street? Now this one I’m good with popping up and being viewed often as it is one of my better and most viewed posts and was such a fun write and a me read audio post as well which is at the end of it.

Why these two keep popping up though?

Hey Universe? Are you trying to tell me something I am apparently too dim to put together? I mean, I guess, Angel’s of Death might have a working relationship with snake oil salesman, that’s kind of a given but still …

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I slipped the orange street kid a twenty (he laughed) 2 twenties (he laughed again) a C-note and some Temptations Tumbler cat treats to keep an eye on the ride before heading into the club. Then the muscle came to check me out … inside was Mabel. … “Mabel The Dog”. The Boss.

Yeah, they co-exist, and even work together.

Don’t cross them.

“You got treats? You best have treats. You really best have treats.”