Biden’s social policies are in direct conflict with the principles and conduct of every revered figure of human compassion and worth that the world has ever known.
His Doctrine holders have overturned the “melting pot” and installed a theocracy: “Everybody’s different; and should be treated differently — for the Greater Good — and WE will decide where and in what way that should be done.”
I have no respect, and no trust, for a government that operates without principles, and in secret, and for an end only they can shape.
All roads lead to Cornithaca . . . and down the drain. The proof is now in Cornithaca County.
This book will help you keep on top of things until we reach bottom.
I have no idea what is happening – it’s like throwing pennies off a bridge. I just can’t get comfortable – it seems like the only thing that connects my life and art together is pain – it’s painful when I put them together – and more painful when I pull them apart. In 2007 I quit straddling the pain, quit my job, and moved to a rural studio in New York State. I work on creative projects, work on my life, and work on the day-to-day necessities of existence. No cell phone, no social media, no networking. But as I work on the books displayed on this author’s page; I feel another kind of pain — the pain of not working on something else: my printmaking and drawing are being neglected, my poetry output is a dripping faucet, and it looks like I’ll be telling NYFA that the Idea Enhancement Project just added another year to its timeline. When I read what I’ve just written; it’s as true as anything I can think of — but then so is the opposite: I need to process everything that happens . . .
September 8, 2021
Nature abhors a vacuum — doesn’t everyone? There’s always the urge to fill in the blank space; even when you’re not requested to “insert image/comment/URL here.” But what constitutes a “blank space”? • Incomers define our rural fields and meadows as “vacant space” because they have not been defined and demarked as to usage. To them, these “blank spaces” are frightening; objects without labels —opportunities without a profit. • There is no neighborliness: instead, we’re now a “community,” and our community needs, running and bike trails, a dog park, sidewalks, a “town center,” a high-tax school system . . . a suburban pastiche of county club aspirations and sit-com sensibilities. Forcing on the original inhabitants things that they don’t want; at a price they can’t afford. • The natives either die off, are taxed out, or squeezed into low-level jobs and marginalized living. Pure Urban Colonialism.