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The biggest threat to America today is probably not BLONDIE: I’m guessing that we are at our most vulnerable when asked to make a life-altering decision. We appear to have forgotten how to do that.

Instead of thinking, we cling to our centuries-old belief that there are only two viewpoints to every issue; by taking sides we fulfill our obligation while sadly dis-empowering ourselves.  We have become victims of our laziness. We have everything our parents wanted for us. Life has become cozy.

And then along comes BLONDIE.

Cozy will probably never return.

And so…

The Tortoise is winning the race.

We are convinced that the Tortoise is a good guy

I think we are wrong.

I spend eight hours or more nearly every day  writing  poetry, one act plays and essays. And I write books. I call these books success books and they make people laugh. They make me laugh.

I am no longer laughing.

And suddenly people are discovering that our new America does not fit into a slot…


On the last  day of February in the seventeenth year of the twenty-first century of the common era, people all over the world  began re-organizing into two  new groups.

One group is composed of those who are suddenly discovering that they still know how to think for themselves. Others are still clinging to beliefs that are based not on logic but to a pass-it-on mentality.

One cannot successfully judge  last night’s Address to the American People  by subjecting that ONE-ACT-PLAY to the usual rules of LEFT or RIGHT; I am certain that everything we heard was WRONG.

How could anyone who seeks to be honest with themselves not see that this administration’s goal has been from the very beginning, to start a world war.

Today, Blondie threatened Mexico’s  Ricky the Right with our military. A NEW WORLD WAR  has officially begun.

In fact, there is very little hope that the plan BLONDIE laid out last night has a chance to succeed without that war. And as I see it the war actually began with the crumbling of the Berlin wall. We had a very convincing actor taking responsibility for that incident also.

Never has Blondie been honest while making  his childish threats. He has always known that Mexico’s, Ricky the Right would never comply except with brute force.  And Ricky is as lacking in courage as Blondie is in sanity.

My guess for the future begins and ends with a Third World War. Once it has begun Blondie will be put out to pasture either through loss of life or commitment to an asylum. The plan he described sounded like one which would work as long as everyone does exactly what they are supposed to do according to whomever will be running our country.

I cannot read the future but I do read body language and facial expressions and our actor last evening actually changed personalities as he morphed during his intro speech, from Blondie the Confident Leader , into a man we have never seen before.

He was no longer wearing a 100 dollar polyester, J C Penny’s suit with wrinkled sleeves and a roll of excess fabric curling up around the back of his neck. He now was wearing a suit that could easily have cost tax payers fifty thousand dollars or more.

For the first time…

BLONDIE looked confident.

BLONDIE’S head was erect.

BLONDIE”S face was relaxed.

As I tried to understand what it was that I was seeing, BLONDIE changed characters and began his pitch.

Standing before us now, was Blondie, Mama’s Little Boy, a character whose identity never changed throughout the rest of the address.

BLONDIE’S well rehearsed New Face never changed, never smiled, never twitched the smallest of facial muscles.

Neither did the tilt of his head.

Some professionals refer to this bit of head posturing as “Looking Up At Mom.” I am told that such body language is usually only momentary; In this performance the tilt of BLONDIE’S head and the uncharacteristic mask of facial muscles remained the same during the entire act whether facing the Left or facing the Right.

BLONDIE was lying


if this is all an act then who is running the country.

My best guess is The DOGMAN. His staff is already in place; they will follow the new plan when ordered to do so.

DOGMAN owns a company that buys and manages distressed companies. Most of his acquisitions were made during the last decade. He named his company after a mythical character from Hell.

I cannot read the future but I do pay attention. I am not a religious man but I discovered evidence of the strong possibility of The Memory of all Past and Future Events. I see no evidence that this Memory possesses a will or a reason to intercede in the problems of the material world. And I believe that this Memory possesses the greatest power of all and that this Power is Love. I have discovered as have others that LOVE HEALS.

I Accept The Love and I Pass It On.


“Cycling the Blue Nile Gorge Ethiopia, we came from the other side. Last night we went to sleep to the sounds of Hyenas. We climbed about 6000’ feet and it was plenty hot, I could have used a few more gears!”
Morris Scott.
Age: Sixties. Bicycling across Africa.


As we age time flies.

If we attempt to slow it down it gets worse.

Its bad enough that we have to leave life, worse yet that we are aware of the problem and absolutely insulting that there appears to be no solution to this small but terrifying collection of horrors.


There are a great many things that affect one’s perception of time.

In fact, it is probably safe to say that there are no two humans for whom such details are remotely similar. One might even extend that observation by factoring in a minus sign for lower vertebrates, or even the lowest forms of life or perhaps even rocks.

No, I’m not kidding.

But that is not the subject.

What I am leading up to is that all these different perceptions fit into the same envelope.

This envelope has one label, one definition, one rule.

Are you ready?

All memory when recalled is viewed not as a constant but as an exact percentage of the life of each retriever, and becomes smaller with each passing second or fragment thereof.

I’m guessing that few of us are aware of this envelope and that most of us notice the increasing speed with which time flies. Add to this the fact that those of us with less to do tend to worry more, therefore adding one more difficulty by becoming attached to this problem.

If you find this knowledge frightening yet compelling, and you are tempted to seek a way to  slow time down…

Forget it.

I mean that literally.

Forget it.

One cannot overcome anxiety about anything at all.


any unwanted activity no matter how heavily addictive,  can be replaced.

Our focus on life can be redirected.

The so-called  St Francis prayer asks for such changes.

And, virtually everyone in recovery from drugs, alcohol or self-destructive, problem-solving techniques get clean and sober by accepting the love of people like themselves and passing it on to those who still suffer.

Accept The Love and pass it on.




(edited from yesterday)

Watching my children loving their children and their children’s children almost encourages me to stop beating myself for  all my meanness when drinking during The Fifties & Sixties..

But wait…there’s more…

Whenever there is a video from my son and his grandkids, I recognize his words; as he talks to the shorties; Billy Bob is copying his Papa.




My method of controlling my addiction to sugar focuses primarily on the embossed, round  chocolate sandwich with the sweet white filling.

The Oreo attack seldom occurs at Circle K because I rarely go there.

I rarely go there because I know I’ll have an Oreo attack.

This beastly side of my nature makes itself known most often at Fry’s or Safeway (owned by Albertson’s which is owned in turn by Cerberus Capital Management which is named after the three-headed dog of Hades.)

My response is nearly always the same.

I buy the large family size Oreo package for five bucks and try to get home with my prize before opening.  If I raid the bag of goodies on the bus-ride home I risk the danger of incurring the wrath of a diabetic driver  angrily spouting the no-eating-on-the-bus rule and who weighs at least three hundred pound and may kill me for my Oreos if I fail to  obey.

On my arrival at the Lee Broom Kitchen I quickly count out five Oreos and open the Oreo hole on the garbage disposal which I call The Cookie Monster, abruptly  grabbing another five Oreos, then dumping the rest of the package.

I then open the faucet and flick the Oreo destruction switch and listen to the gurgling “thank you” from The Cookie Monster’s throat as the bulk of my prize flows into the kitchen’s intestines.

If you are wondering why I call this apparatus installed in my sink the Cookie Monster, nothing else has ever gone down that drain; I am a great vegan cook who eats every morsel of his five meals a day and who usually manages quite well, thank you, with one teaspoon of brown sugar on his morning oatmeal.

If you read about my Valentine cookies on Facebook four days ago, that particular day ended with an Oreo attack.

When I arrived at Circle K that evening the clerk greeted me with a smile. If you need your Oreos I keep a package for you here at the counter. How many bus tickets do you need?