Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Facts to a Candid World and our Declaration! {just a thought} as some critique the phrases

 Presenting facts or Facts to a CANDID World?




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https://www.archives.gov/founding-docs/declaration-transcript




Are we celebrating holding these truths to be self evident or the beauty of growing in holding onto these truths?   Do we throw the baby out with the bathwater because of a phrase or a prevalent thought of that day which we no longer can attest to or abide the phraseology?

OUr Language and our union is developing and the declaration is a document that attests to that fact, as well as many other documents of our cherished unification and union.


All men being created equal and then in the same breath relegating some{as a whole} to being heartless savages, I must say, that I can relate to the thoughtless attestations of war and peace.   

I voted for Reagan, although I saw his California administration hose and take down many black people in his State sanctioning the relegation of them to a “less than status” of servitude and posture.   I voted for him, hoping that his perspective had grown from a Governor to a President and that was a very short space of time.

Blacks have gained some rights and Native American have gained some rights and respect over the 2 centuries of warfare on these subjects.

Give me liberty or give me death, from Patick Henry is respected and from Sacajawea is despised.  How dare she see our clear progressivism as warfare against her people?  I jest, only in part, because I celebrate that we are still unified, even as we disagree on the parts of our union that are acceptable.   I celebrate the greatest combinations of differences that there has ever been.   We are still growing and when we look back at this, in ages to come I hope we will become even more enlightened on our inhumanity and repent all the more of our blindnesses as we grow in our unity and our real progress and not the injected progress from well-meaning activists for their own personal tramplings of other people’s rights and humanity.
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Title- The Studious One!

Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.