Reflections

Communique from Cómpeta – #7

 

Somewhere, over there

Many thousands of miles

Lies my homeland

Where so much

Has gone so wrong

Democracy has been wounded

Stabbed by the flailing blind

Compelled by ignorance and fear

I don’t understand

How some can harbor so much hate

Such indecency, festering, fertilized in the dark

Fair play, they don’t understand me

With my avowed insistence

That stones should not be cast against a stranger

Just because you never walked a mile

In their blues

Where are the missing pieces that can unite us

And why

Is it still a puzzle?

 

Original Note: Reflections from Cómpeta, Spain. More to follow. I just need a few minutes to sit on a nearby hilltop and let nature remind me of what it was like before all the humans arrived and jacked things up. Cheers.

New Note: Previously published, no changes made. These were my thoughts on a pensive sunny day in southern Spain, two years ago, looking west and reflecting. My heart aches that my quiet song still remains the same, with The Covid raging and the Republicans still dis-engaging from their sworn oath to represent all of the people, all of the time. Decency has been wounded by the morally-bereft puppets of The Pumpkin, but pumpkins are not the only fruit in the Garden of Life, and I must have faith that the madness will eventually lessen, come harvest time in the November elections.

My apologies to actual pumpkins, who just want to be loved, especially in pies.

Cheers, Part Deux.

 

 

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  1. Is it not sad that two years on its only feeling more fractured and disconnected? Plus the Great Pumpkin doesn’t represent a sweet slice of pie but rather hands us the offer of a nasty sandwich

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  2. I saw this quote today from Isaac Asimov who said in 1980: “Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that ‘my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.’”

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  3. Favorite part:
    Just because you never walked a mile

    In their blues

    I’ve been crying “foul” since Ronnie took credit for the release of the hostages when I was in 6th grade. My voice is small but I’ll continue to use it. There is hope!

    And Oh-em-gee! That water…😍

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    • Ronnie was truly the start of it. His administration began dismantling the libel and slander laws that would have prevented Fox News and their ilk from ever being allowed on the air. We now have people who haven’t read or watched a legitimate news source in decades. It’s no wonder they are so disconnected…

      Yep, that water was/is exquisite. I’m still despondent that we didn’t get to go this year…

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    • Oh, I’m fine, just my usual disdain for ineptitude and willful ignorance. Sure, I can live anywhere. But my partner can’t, not right now. So I persevere and scribble words in the middle of the night… 😉

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  4. 😥 Such evocative imagery. I’m in awe. ❤

    Let us sit on the rocks which overlook the amber waves,
    rolling shore to shore, over a once great land.
    Tyrants and indifference have toppled the formerly great.
    Shattering the hearts of those who feel deeply.
    Let us take each others' hand and reassure ourselves
    that there are still some left who can mourn.
    Who remember a better, kinder time.
    Maybe we can turn the tide back to that former glory.
    We must not lose hope.

    Hugs Brian. You're not alone.

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