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.
Time for a new Profile. Times have changed and I haven’t — or maybe it’s just that times haven’t changed and I haven’t either. There seems to be just the same kinds of foolish behavior and self-interest as when I was growing up.
I remember reading about changes that occurred in the coloration of moths, as nature selected them to blend with an increasingly polluted environment. It used to be the “wolves in sheep’s clothing” that endangered our society; now it’s the wolves in shepherd’s clothing we should be looking out for.
Same evil; different vernacular.
June 8, 2021
I first began to notice cell phones in the videotape rental stores; people would read out loud from an empty tape case, wait a moment, then their eyes would glaze and they would wander off. The same behavior started popping up in grocery stores; like a kind of wandering question and answer game show. People sitting alone in restaurants would feel compelled to describe what they were eating, and every detail of the table décor, to avid listeners who may themselves be sitting in other restaurants and describing their own dining experience. • The culmination, if you can call it that, took place in a doctor’s waiting room — where a middle aged woman took a cell phone out of her purse and screamed a long repetitive conversation to a deaf relative. • Over the years; I have been engulfed in the frisson of vocal public dramas, and have more than once overheard parts of conversations that made me wish I could have overheard more — but I have never heard an interesting cell phone conversation. • Where are we going with this? That’s the question in the poem, isn’t it?