Happy Independence Day

Wishing you and yours a Happy Fourth of July. Two of our grandkids coming today. So we will be blessed. A little of the work my wife has done around the house this spring for you to enjoy as I do…

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Lifting The Foggy Veil Of Indoctrination

All my life I have sought understanding and reasoning of my perception of the world I live in. Now in my sixty sixth year the foggy veil of what I have determined is indoctrination may be lifting. Standing beside the river this morning watching the action in the fog I thought perhaps things are clearing in my mind. Wildlife must accept the circumstances of each new day. Fighting at times to maintain their lives a given.

Struggle, turmoil, mistakes, are a part of learning. Part of what forces an individual to become better. That is the case if one has an open mind allowing the concept of change. Growing up taught by my parents, grandparents, and in school to believe without questioning. This was always a hard pill for me to swallow. Stubbornness evidently inherent in my genetic makeup.

Forced attempts to make me eat lima beans as a child over a period of years made me doubt my mother. One bite and I was ready to throw up. If I swallowed I would. My Mom who evidently loved lima’s remained undeterred. Even bringing it up to a doctor, who told her perhaps his throat opening is to small. It was not to small to devour any type of sweets she new. I received my stubbornness honestly and by her exemplary example.

I did not think at the time however that it was just stubbornness on my part. I did try to please mom but could not as my system rejected the slimmy, green, foul tasting substance. Hell, even ketchup would not make them consumable. This is how hard I tried to keep an open mind and comply. I still loved Mom even as she cussed me on her deathbed. Understanding at my age that her upbringing was so much tougher than my struggle against swallowing a damn lima bean. Fighting for what she had and believed was what made here what she was. A strong and willful, proud mother of five who grew up in tougher times, the youngest of eleven.

We all despite are race, religion, place of birth are given some type of indoctrination as children. The effects of which remain with us throughout our lives. The turbulent times we find ourselves in at the present time brings to the front how each of us has allowed that indoctrination to reside in our present beliefs.  If we have not learned to open our minds as we matured there can be no give and take, no acceptance to change our perception and understanding.

I got a good whoopin’ once from Mom for calling my brother a faggot. A word I had overheard at school. I was really confused when I looked it up in the dictionary and found out it was a bundle of sticks. A good lesson in learning to keep my mouth shut if I did not know what I was talking about. Thank You, Mom.

A fallible man I remain to date. I read and read to try and hear the voices of all sides. Knowing that the truth will not always be plain to see.

I admire how peaceful the majority of the black lives matter protests are, even though I doubt I will ever be in the vicinity of one. I know that there will be looting, theft, and shootings to some extent. Human nature is as fallible as I. Statues from our past destroyed. Statues that mean nothing to me, never admired a statue even of a baseball player.

Reading I gained a little understanding this morning when it was stated that the German people do not have statues of Nazi heroes. Think about that for a while, American history lovers, they do have remnants of Jewish internment camps for others to view.

This is getting too long my old mind tires easily. Need to get out and work on finishing up a chicken coop we are building. Then maybe plant some lima beans. Don’t hold your breath on that happening folks. But, please try to keep an open mind on how the strife and effects of a global virus can bring out indoctrination’s from our youth. We are a nation that come from basically good people and will remain so I believe whole heartedly…

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Note: Notice all the trash on this fishing pier. The heron were fighting over a fishing spot on it. Covered in trash two days ago. Today the water rose after heavy rains the fishing pier covered by water now, the human trash left by human trash washed out to the Ohio, then Mississippi then to the Gulf of Mexico. Shame on us as I did not take the time to pick up the trash !

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Osprey Action

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What A Wonderful World

Today I will allow this song to loop in my head and Thank Louis Armstrong for singing it.

“What A Wonderful World”

I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
The bright blessed day
The dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, “How do you do?”
They’re really saying
“I love you”

I hear babies cry
I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more
Than I’ll never know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Oh yeah

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Think – Don’t Be A Puppet On A String

In these trying times we need to think for ourselves not be puppets on a string. Jerked up and down by the media (including social), big business, government, and the negativity that shamefully has become the American way.

It is impossible to not be affected by the virus of too much information. To get at the truth or hell even caring about the truth becomes secondary to choosing a side. Become a follower of the pull of the strings of the puppeteer of your choice.

Growing up I loved baseball. My grandfather did not love baseball. He was not such a good man either it turns out. However even a wicked man may speak the truth at times. I gleaned my one gem of truth from him about the sport I loved. Professional baseball is just a big business he said. I thank him for helping me keep an open mind as he was right. It became more and more difficult for me to watch a pro ball game as the years passed. Baseball began changing rules to garner a better following (make more money). The purity and nuances like a perfect relay from the outfield to nail a runner at the plate became more about the umpires call. An umpire is human and will make mistakes. I could always live with that even if the call went against me.

Another thing I enjoyed was racing. Dirt track racing was my choice. Go to a local track and watch the locals try and beat each other to the finish line. Similar to how my brother and I raced motorcycles in the field. Going home covered in dust truly made you feel involved.  Nascar racing I never followed as much as they steadily went away from using body styles that were different. Cookie cutter bodies and rules upon rules that were constantly changing to try and keep every race even more exciting. Don’t allow a sport to be boring at times and build anticipation. Bunching up the cars so that the potential of the big wreck was almost inevitable. We want it now and expect it promptly each new generation steadily feeling the tug of those puppet strings even in sports and play.

I mention nascar as my sugar got up one day this past week and it drove me in the house on the couch mid-day feeling poorly (Does not happen often). Where a delayed race was coming on. I watched the big show, how the nascar community stood behind a perceived threat to one of their own. It seemed that even more rule changes had the cars stopping periodically in sessions. Better to bunch the cars up I spose’. I thought about how nascar is magnificent at creating a following. The big fight scene between Cale Yarborough and Donnie Alison. The black cars and attire of Dale Ernheart vs. the rainbow colors of the young gun Jeff Gordon. Draw attention, big business at its best jerking the strings of the masses of followers. Now I don’t know how all this went down with the noose deal but it sure worked out for nascar. Why has it never been mentioned that the one stall that had a noose was assigned by nascar itself ? I honestly feel sorry for Bubba Wallace who unwillingly became the puppet. Geez, all he wants to do is race mor’n likely. The finish of the race was actually pretty good as Ryan Blaney made a good pass to win it, the third place finisher crossing the line backwards. Of course there was a wreck at the end, guess nascar  is an accomplished puppeteer.

Yesterday after a few morning fixes assisting my wife I went to the Doctor to check on the ear’s healing. Only one spot not looking great. He wants to see me again in six weeks. It will heal on its own I told him and he agreed. Still wanted to see it again so I will allow that string to be pulled. I get to wear a mask. Stopped by a tool store on the way home, yeah I wore a mask. Common sense the way I see it. I wear a mask when sanding if indoors too. Too date wearing a mask has never made me feel inadequate or less male. Try as I might I did not feel any strings tugging at my hands as I placed the loops over my ears…

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