One Weak, the other Mexico-bound

These tropical storm systems are a lot of nothing, or at the very least no major threat to the United States (CONUS).     Its a good thing also,  after the Southern Tier of New York suffered a lot of damage.

Rte 17 being shut down in places with the worst flooding since Hurricane/Tropical Sorm Agnes had its own periods of torrential rain,  flooding and thousands of disposessed people.

I remember helping out in Mansfield, PA and while prophylactic measures were undertaken, Mother Nature is respector of human intervention.  Agnes was potent because the storm stalled off the coast of NYC.

Pictures shocked the public and creeks turned into rivers and rivers into ersatz lakes.  No need for the Finger Lakes,  that’s for sure.

Fortunately we can begin to lower probabilities but not altogether.   And as for  the tropicals storms near the Yucatan and Cape Verde Islands, we can breathe a sigh of relief.   Major news sees a gone chance of flooding and their crocodile tears.  No per diem this time around.

I do not remember power going out for very long.  Hospital was not far away.  My uncle who worked the Corning Glass works had a heart attack after carrying my aunt for a couple of miles.

 

 

A new paradigm. Facism. Not Conservatives

I am very shocked and disappointed.  I am sick of the media.  And I am sick of those who blindly follow, news  media,(both parties) You almost had a crisis of unimaginable proportions.     Hillary is evil.  Nasty to the military and I know this for a fact.  You see,  I was at Ramstein, AFB from 1981-1984.  The ColdWar!   And guess what?  I was a SSgt there,  a weather forecaster with Det. 2, 31st Weather Squadron.  Before that stationed at LRAFB, where she was cruel, to we in the military.   74-81. For us that served and spat upon. That was not an allegation…

We were part of NATO.  You could hear sorties being thrust through the air.  We had F-4s with the 86th Tactical Fighter Wing.   The 512th and 526th Squadrons.  We routinely had Chemical Weapons Drills.  There was,  a very real chance of armageddon.  Of course NATO and the United States Armed Forces in Europe (USAFE) are not blameless and were part of the problem, as was the Soviet Union and their coalition of dictators, who has fall-out  destroying a whole city! And worse, the sides effects of radiation illnesses.

The very first day at Ramstein,  the Bader-Meinhof gang blew up a portion of the NATO HQ there. I was told Ramstein was on lock down!  Then General Dozier was nearly killed as a bomb exploded, on a railroad track as his staff car was armor-plated was crossing!

But a flaccid Defense is not an option.  The tiger has escaped and the Giant Asian Hornet is beginning to migrate to Europe.  The Asian hornet is the 747 of stinging venom.  And the hornet is not a metaphor.  Thirty of those monsters can kill an entire nest of honey bees Roughly 30,000 honey bees!!  And can kill you in 15 minutes.   Like the Tiger and the hornets,  we have our hands full.

My point is,  if we do not brace ourselves,  our borders and our Allies,  spoiled baby-man of Korea Kim Jil Yung will send us a batch of radiation and that is just North Korea!  Iran is now armed to the teeth.  Thanks Obama!!!

I was stationed at this base,  when we had (United States) 30,000 Nukes and making it worse, Russian had 50,000!   Our aircraft were buzzed by East German MIGS!  We had T-37 pilots cussing out the enemy!   The A-10s were stationed a few miles down the road.

Both nations should be ashamed!   The sheer numbers of warheads, is one reason that the proliferation is spreading around the entire world so fast.

It is NOT about fariness.  In fact,  fairness is a dangerous concept, when this fairness is a snare.  When snarky reporters do more harm than good.   When politics is the end-game. When German Mayors downplay rapes and sexual harrasment to young girls.  When these same politicians tell native Germans to find a new path to their schools.

 

When illegal aliens get preferential to citizenship,  while Asians and others have to undergo all sorts of scrutiny.  I saw one Syrian refugee ( a woman),  who was appreciative of the host nation.   She has inclination to hurt anyone.  I would give my own life,  for an innocent  such as her.

Those minions who hurt defenseless people,  I would not.   My parents taught to respect all people.  I will not let them point a gun at me.  I can sho0t a rifle, if need be.

I want us all (The World) to start fixing housing,  the homeless and those needing medical care.  We need to start to occupying abandoned housing by cleaning those bases.

We need teeter todders over chemicals.  We need hope for a mental dichotomy and compassion for those who were let out to find a home under an underpass.

 

I have had two friends die,  one from ALS,  the other,  a rare form of Leukemia.  Is that  right,  when some of this is caused by radiation and chemicals!   I wish they were here today.  SMSgt Floyd Parton had the ALS.  Lucky for me,  I could talk to him before he died.  A deep sadness of mine,  who was gentle, kind and compassionate.  Bless you with tears in my eyes,  even as I type here.

We MUST start acting like adults.  We need to ban crude clitoral cutting in Africa which is in any case,  misogyny. We need to protect women from rape and the incidental reliving of rapes and ALL FORMS OF ABUSE.

So much to do,  kisses not rapes,  more prosecution of miscreants who don ski caps and women who  don the stigma of abuse.  Reeling and will continue to do so.  Ma`ny suffering mental abuse afterwards,  and not saying that they made a MISTAKE!!!

Let’s be sure we are the helping hand.  Not to terrorists,  but those who want together rebuild new bridges,  Metaphorically-speaking and literally too!  Please!

Meteorologist Mike Scott.

My cousin who died at 22. More than an athlete he was a good guy. RIP Joel.

Every One has hope.

“There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart’s desire. The other is to gain it.”
― George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman

All of us suffer.  No one escapes the ‘rusty knife’ that captures one and all.

By the same token, we all experience joy and rectitude.  Displaying our trophies, to our friends and forgiving others and then ourselves.   We spin our tapestries with silk and cotton.  We suffer pestilences with those we are in love with.   We also love obediently.   We share and accept gifts.  We pay others with intangibles and hope, even as we are beset by storms.

We shine our cars til rust, ever-after.    Our shuttered habitats. A shrine. A home, a sanctuary.   Shuttered by real tears and rent fabric.  Man-made and otherwise.

Like children at Christmas, we unwrap our presents, expectant hearts and joyful interludes.  We all suffer and laugh concurrently..

We are planning a couple of things. One is a PR campaign for Morissette Amon.  Not Alanis BTW.  Secondly,  purchasing a motel to house homeless Veterans,  giving them a safe and non-judgmental place to live.

 

Sitting in Clover

It was dark and quite warm,   the clunking of tires on the uneven pavement became like white noise.    My trusty black Tuxedo cat layed on my hip and purred and we both fell into sleep.   The steady beat of life reverberated like a clandestine dream.    The humidity was hell-fire and I welcomed even the slightest breeze.     My car,  my home.   A Honda and I guess being relatively short can be useful at times,   especially curled up in the car.

The escape was worth it…   from the tumultous hyper drama and wailing miscreants I found a jagged rock to lay upon,   whose pains entrenched in me,  an appreciation of being to myself.   I never wanted in my entire life to be surrounded with no way out.   Watching movies I would become so apprehensive that I could not reconcile that kind of violence.   People controlling you.    I wanted to be a ship that drifts far out to sea.   Clad in comfortable clothing and nesting in a silent harbor.

On my trips my faithful cat would either sit in the back window on the headrests her head bobbling now and again.   She was my sentry and she would do her rounds,  clamboring upon my lap and then looking out the window.   The stares were an endorsement and utterly surprised people would point.    I had my faithful sidekick,  who she herself was bound for a while.    My heart longed for the frienship between man and cat and the simple comfort of being loved and without the pain of parting.

The world has a lot of hurting souls and just a kind word of encouragement helps.    I would find dark garages with enough light to scare off ghouls and to keep kitty warm or camp out at night in my car at a Walmart somewhere.   You could see the drug trade stealthily closing deals and pretending not to notice and trying to sleep at a darker portion of the lot.

Feeding kitty was a joy.   She thrived on entertaining me,   leaping wildly from one perch to another with her favorite being upside down and playing the passenger side headrest.   I ducked under the covers and prayed for stillness and when done,  she would saunter purposefully back to my side or laying close to me.

There were the stormy nights when buckets of rain fell from heaven.   We would go to a rest stop and park as the rain drops and sometimes hail buffeted our buggy with my cat hunched close by in fear and me petting and reassuring her that her daddy would die for her.

Even at the DR,   I would explain my issue needing the cat to keep me from going over a waterfall head first.   I was needed and feeding her gave me joy.   To be needed and to not worry (as much) GAD does that and MDD does not make it easier.    We find flashlights hidden in a dark mosaic.   The fear that binds us,  has a loose grip.  We wallow in a dreamstate,  each moment it’s own.   We see God in our invisible tomes leading us to a safer home.

One day at a parking lot at a Walmart were a bunch of twenty something eccentrics being harassed by the manager.   I went over to the young people and started talking.   I envied their caravan of adventure,  the girls clad gothically and yet provocatively which only added to the enigma.    They were very nice people and I attested to the manager that would soon be on the way.    Understanding misunderstood people is the stuff of dreams.   We are all broken and yet delivered from the arbitray tract of land that constrains us all.

Why the hate? Do we really care? Really?

Multiple people ask the question and it never really gets answered.   And it isn’t the right question anyway.  The right question is,  why are we all out for blood?  It’s like people are fighting the sixties and seventies all over again and everyone expects immediate gratification.   But there is a problem with that.   First,  you get too many issues all at once and you get anarchy.   And what problems take precedence over others?
Does the abortion rights conflagration get too much play while beheadings, so-called ‘honor killings’ not get the outrage that it deserves.

The problem is political positioning.   Expecting that any concession anywhere will ultimately doom that cause in the long run.   The people who say abortion is murder and those who use the topic as a litmus test for civility.    So rather than be civil we commit acts of tyranny in the name of a particular cause?

Can anyone tell me that they believe stopping the abuse of women is less important than a political take?  Both sides of the debate as it were,  are coming chock full of negatives and a language unique to both.  Pro-Life,  Anti-abortion/choice.    Just like just dropping racial slurs is a panacea to change.   That only ratchets up doubt and distrust over the motives of each.

We also have seen the mentality of throwing people under the jail and why some might deserve that,  we never stop to think that by the grace of god or fate,  it might be us.   So we take away food stamps and take away healthcare as a way of coping with the cost of healthcare?   I am not advocating Obamacare.  I am suggesting that we start putting people first when it comes to need.

There is no excuse for a homeless child and even no excuse for a homeless veteran or anyone else.  Are we pretending to care for others or are we cherry-picking our own causes as if the others will just disappear?  When I hear someone talk about their parent’s choices, that still doesn’t feed the child.   It also does not mitigate the hurt and suffering of women around the world.   This too could be solved.  We talk about how it was when we were kids,  but the problem with that is we had our own problems too!

Wheel chair accessible ramps were relatively rare to non-existent.   People with disabilities were expected to pull themselves up with our approving eye and endorsement.   As if that gets them a job and a place to sleep.   Go to any port authority anywhere and you see the same social hubris that becomes a physical blight to the world.    Put a mentally ill person on the street and then comment about crime.   Send them to jail and you still have to house them at cost.  Not only that but we ignore the root of the problem whether it is an aneurysm or some other form of massive head trauma.

And the resultant problems associated with their illness.   Moreover they are mentally ill and are at fault for their mental issues?   See, that is the problem….  denial.   It will go away and trust me that I know about avoidance and carelessness.   So do we mentor people and educate them?   Do we give people with social problems the middle-finger or do we actually sit down and listen to PEOPLE?   Do we get elected to a committee and become detached or do we really advocate for each other?

I saw a movie called  ‘South Central Farm’ and I have attached a link to it so you can see what was going on and why hate and lies surround people who were doing a good thing.

Now seeing some of the shows about the Homeless and then the other night about a police officer who helps the homeless,  knows their mental issues and treats them humanely.   Unfortunately he is retiring and I think the replacement will do well.    But the problem is arrogance and the thought that we are impervious to adversity.

Rush Limbaugh maligned the homeless advocate for overstating the numbers but he was and is wrong and even if they were inflated,  what about those kids on the streets or our veterans?  There is more than enough to feed people and to get them off the streets without arresting them and trust me when I say this,  I am a conservative.     That doesn’t mean we stomp on the graves of criminals and just put them away and let them feed on each other.    I have no problem with getting bad people off the streets but I would wish we get into dysfunctional homes and stop parents from abusing and killing their own kids.   What is preferable, education and saving the kids or having the kids die and jail the parents?

We need to make an environment where people can live peaceably without being gunned down by thugs or police officers.      Police officers should again be peace officers and respectful of the public without that being unilateral and cops expecting you to kiss their butts.   The growing tension and in the world highlights the path we are on.  Do we listen or do we mistreat people who have been in prison,  jail or a mental institution?   Do we find a better way or just imagine all the Billionaires and Millionaires price us right out of our own homes?  That can’t happen?  Look at gentrification.   Look at attempts by homeless to better themselves and why not be the ones who offer hope rather than just talk about it.