The following post is from July 5th, written just after Hillary Clinton was essentially cleared by the FBI:
A warm and pleasant wind rushed in my driver's side window on the way home from work and dried the sweat from my hair after working in a temperature of well over 100 degrees. I didn't feel like listening to Sean Hannity's take on the FBI being the latest institution to collapse in our country, so 60s music was playing softly on my XM....the Kinks. The thrice repeated refrain stuck in my mind as I drove along the river with a couple of pleasure boats frolicking alongside in the muddy Ohio.
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
After doing chores and showering... I'm sitting on my patio with birds calling out to one another all around me, and tiger lilies and marigolds, chrysanthemums and various other flowers drinking in the cool water I replenished them with. The calmness could be intoxicating if I let it but the serenity is misleading to the point of calamity, for our country has fallen sway to its own reflection on a black laptop screen as it ponders what trivial nonsense to boot up.
Would I expect anything different under the circumstances. Should the boaters have yelled out a Mayday, should the volume on my radio suddenly pierced my quiet and pleasant ride home, should the trees have billowed an alarm by lowering their branches into the path of my truck? Should the young dogwood in front of me have shrivelled up and died before my eyes as the fig tree in front of Jesus and His disciples? This is not how it's done, for one has to be vigilant and cannot mentally fall asleep on a sunny afternoon merely demanding everything to remain as it was when one wakes.
Today presented us with only the latest depredation upon law and order in our once favored nation for we are now a benighted people lazing in the summertime of our rebellion against God. Storm clouds are just beyond the towering redwoods and majestic sequoias, lightning in the distance threatens to interfere with our Facebook life and tornado force winds dart back and forth as they make their way to our communities and our workplaces and the arenas of our favorite entertainments.
We fell asleep in Delilah's lap and will wake up to find that we are in chains. We think that all our troubles will eventually be shown as nothing but a big friendly giant (BFG) but we'll soon find out that the real giants "is all cannybully and murdeful" with names like Commymonster, Hillaryhate and Globeguzzler.
No, we have bought this parcel of land, paid for it with the silver given to us for evicting God from our classrooms, integrity from our lives, and honor from our professions, thus we will someday cast ourselves upon the craggy ground and call for the rocks to fall upon us when we see what we have done.
A warm and pleasant wind rushed in my driver's side window on the way home from work and dried the sweat from my hair after working in a temperature of well over 100 degrees. I didn't feel like listening to Sean Hannity's take on the FBI being the latest institution to collapse in our country, so 60s music was playing softly on my XM....the Kinks. The thrice repeated refrain stuck in my mind as I drove along the river with a couple of pleasure boats frolicking alongside in the muddy Ohio.
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
After doing chores and showering... I'm sitting on my patio with birds calling out to one another all around me, and tiger lilies and marigolds, chrysanthemums and various other flowers drinking in the cool water I replenished them with. The calmness could be intoxicating if I let it but the serenity is misleading to the point of calamity, for our country has fallen sway to its own reflection on a black laptop screen as it ponders what trivial nonsense to boot up.
Would I expect anything different under the circumstances. Should the boaters have yelled out a Mayday, should the volume on my radio suddenly pierced my quiet and pleasant ride home, should the trees have billowed an alarm by lowering their branches into the path of my truck? Should the young dogwood in front of me have shrivelled up and died before my eyes as the fig tree in front of Jesus and His disciples? This is not how it's done, for one has to be vigilant and cannot mentally fall asleep on a sunny afternoon merely demanding everything to remain as it was when one wakes.
Today presented us with only the latest depredation upon law and order in our once favored nation for we are now a benighted people lazing in the summertime of our rebellion against God. Storm clouds are just beyond the towering redwoods and majestic sequoias, lightning in the distance threatens to interfere with our Facebook life and tornado force winds dart back and forth as they make their way to our communities and our workplaces and the arenas of our favorite entertainments.
We fell asleep in Delilah's lap and will wake up to find that we are in chains. We think that all our troubles will eventually be shown as nothing but a big friendly giant (BFG) but we'll soon find out that the real giants "is all cannybully and murdeful" with names like Commymonster, Hillaryhate and Globeguzzler.
No, we have bought this parcel of land, paid for it with the silver given to us for evicting God from our classrooms, integrity from our lives, and honor from our professions, thus we will someday cast ourselves upon the craggy ground and call for the rocks to fall upon us when we see what we have done.
