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Democracy needs …?

Democracy needs our rage and our courage. The impending midterm elections are a chance for Americans to take their country back. To quote our hideous president, "If you don't fight like hell, you won't have a country anymore." Only the oblivious and indifferent fail to see this historic challenge. What does it take to alert and awaken those who barely pay attention, who think this is just another round of typical politics? It isn't. We're in the midst of a coup worthy of a Shakespearean…

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Oh, No!

Oh, no! Our position is precarious. We go Vulnerable to various Scoundrels, utterly nefarious. We gotta question why. So goes the opening of my song, pertinent when I started it in 2017, and even more true today. We're living in a time that could have been scripted by both William Shakespeare and the Marx Brothers - tragedy and comedy - misdirecting us. Suffering and jokes have replaced vision. We're locked in the audience of a perverse play, and our shouts of outrage and dismay don't…

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Good Bye from the Edge

Goodbye, UUers.  Yours was a center of my life, while I was at the edge of yours.  I’m glad for our time.  I knew lots of good people, challenges, and fulfillment, if not much pay or collegial respect.  What I once championed has changed.  Time to regret what it has become lately and leave it behind.  Here’s why. I was born two hours before my country annihilated over a hundred thousand civilians in revenge and warning, an act I’ve seen rationalized many times in this…

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On the Edge

Uneasy I had a dream the other night where I had taken a corner too fast on a sharp curve and went over the edge, trying to steer down a cliff-like drop.  It reminds me of our country lately, especially my part in this. (Sorry, readers, this post appears to be current when in fact it appeared in 2016. Blue Host (publisher of my web site) attached the current date to it, and I don't know how to fix that.) The half-way decent Republican we…

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Besides Chores, a Life of Love?

One of my favorite sermons was one I gave in St. Joseph, Michigan in 1971. I used the pulpit to preach what I truly thought was true and good: pot. I put a notice of the topic in the newspaper, and sure enough, some plain-clothes police showed up. I preached in favor of the legalization of pot, explaining it enhances moods and leads to creative thoughts. Because it was still illegal, the joint I appeared to roll while in the pulpit was just imaginary. But…

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Simple Days and Splendid Ways – Saint Patrick’s and Other Days

Welcome to Saint Patrick’s Day!  May your shamrock not fall in your green beer, and if it does, drink it!  Even if this day isn’t what we might have thought it was, it is our excuse to wear green and party, even if none of this makes historical sense.  I don’t want to ruin it for you, for in these dismal political times we need excuses to party, but even so, the legends of the day need some deconstructing.  Saint Patrick wasn’t Irish; perhaps he…

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My part in online forums in January 2021

Well, it's been a busy year so far. We're hunkered down, avoiding the Covid, keyed up, toying with racist fascism, and dimly worried, denying how hot we could get. Yet the stay-at-home days and months have mellowed us to homier routines. Some say we're already into the early days of the Age of Aquarius. Hope so. I'm proud of the Democrats, especially those in Georgia, for helping barely rescue us from a madman conman who thinks he can act like a privileged, uncontrolled king. I'm…

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2020 – The Year that Wasn’t Easy

2020 – The Year that Wasn’t Easy An Appreciative Lament I started out the year feeling kinda spiffy. Then I fell on my face Until I fell on my face Then I cut the very tip of my main guitar finger off. (Ever try to open and apply a band-aid when one hand is already bloody? You can’t. Passive-aggressive sadists have designed it so it can’t be used.) Which had barely healed when I smashed the tip of my second-most main guitar finger, which infected…

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Reflections on Old Racial Wounds, Hope, Global Warming, Pollution, and Transport

For diligent readers, my December 2020 involvement in On-line Forums on various subjects. (Cleantechnica and KOS, mostly) If interested, read these Reflections I contributed to online forums in December of 2020. Byrd on KOS in Response to Winter Rabbit’s Wounded Knee – 130-year Anniversary: Winter Rabbit jarringly reminds us – what we were told was glory was, in fact, gory.   I stumbled upon the now-peaceful fields of Wounded Knee a year back.  At the curio shop, a convivial mix of natives and western whites mingled. …

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Grandma Aggie

Our dear Grandma Aggie died. Grandma Aggie Pilgrim, revered local elder of her Takelma Tribe and of Natives in general, also loved, and was loved by, people in general. Humanity was her family. Life on Earth was her larger home. How often we assume we'll have more chances to be with our dear ones, only to find those chances have ended. I've seen Grandma Aggie many times over the years. I always liked her and felt she liked me too. She had good vibes. Just…

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