
Portland Oregon. October 17, 2020. 17 days until the election.

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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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I can’t decide if I’m supposed to take note of the “peaceful protestor” being shined by the LEO, or, the lady with the high heel shoes and short skirt, who almost gives an appearance of being a normal human, though if they are both in Portland, OR, at this stage of the game, I’d say there is something seriously wrong with both of them.
America 2020 . . . : The Three Masketeers.
It’s a great picture. It says things about society, police, old vs. young, about being glib and blithe as well as earnest and serious.
If all of our journalistic institutions hadn’t been compromised over the decades, I would have said this picture deserves a Pulitzer. But considering who wins Pulitzers…
Oooh, Auntie. God will get you for that.
“But considering who wins Pulitzers…” Yeah. The thing is, the Pulitzers are decided by a small group of people who get together in someone’s loft and they throw out names of stuff they read and liked. Or, in some cases, stuff they didn’t read, but pretended to have. That’s it.
Nobel peace prizes are awarded by a subcommittee of the Norwegian parliament. That’s about like having a subcommittee of the Minnesota House of Representatives do it. “Oh ya, sure, let’s give it to that black fellow the Americans elected. Everyone says he’s super and has nicely creased pants.”
The rest of the Nobels are done by a more rigorous process in Sweden, which of course means that they’re given by white supremacists.
Very nice gams.
Not a BIPOC among them– whatever happened to diversity and inclusion?
“She’s got legs, she knows how to use them!”
-ZZ top
I was going to offer something deep and insightful about how even in a moment when you might think that a policeman would be completely focused on his job, that we men are hard-wired to appreciate the beauty in the women we see…..
But wait! Did you see the Fire Sale girl?
Whether she being nonchalant or blasé, that’s a nice set of pins. I can only give her a 7.7 because of the coat and mask…
So what? A hooker hurrying off to her next appointment – what’s news ’bout that?