
His own National Security Advisor. Seriously?
Of course he is. Everyonev really knows that, whether they will admit it or not.

His own National Security Advisor. Seriously?
Of course he is. Everyonev really knows that, whether they will admit it or not.
If you think Tantrum Trump is an unhinged assault on our democracy, just take a closer look at Demented DeSantis, an hour or so south of where Robert and I live in Savannah, Georgia.
After assaulting the inclusion of gay people into society, DeSantis now wants to kick out Black people.
A new Hitler in the making?
Tonight Robert and I finished the painfully, beautifully curated Hulu six-part rendition of the Pulitzer Prize winning 1619 Project.
I urge you to watch this. It will probably stretch you a bit (it did me).
It will transport you into a black mindset, a mindset that was/is damaged by 150 years of slavery-induced racial inequity.
A blog category briefly showcasing the “my-goal-is-to-destroy-democracy” lies of the president of the Liars Club, Donald Trump and his blind and groveling cronies.
The Liar Trump, and his pitiful allegiants, are already trying to sow distrust in our democratic elections.
(Of course, there will be no rigging involved, not at all, none, not one iota, if the Republicans win.)
May his/their fascist voice/voices be silenced, and may truth and democracy prevail in our United States.
From the Twitter feed of Florida teen gay activist Zander Moricz …
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It’s not possible, of course, or even completely practical, but I’m SO glad we have dreamers.
Yesterday after our weekly luncheon date, HR (Husband Robert), ex-wife Donna and I were walking along the Wilmington River in beautiful park-like Greenwich Cemetery here in Savannah.
We came upon a recent burial.
Which broke our hearts.
A newborn who didn’t live much past being born.
Here’s a rather messily photographed past post from back in 2014. I may still have had a flip phone. I’m loath to change.
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Yes I admit it, I’m an optimist. Pollyanna’s a very good buddy. We take tap dancing together.
What I actually mean is I’m USUALLY a somewhat cheery person. But not always. A while back, I underwent a fairly unpleasant medical procedure. (I’m a big baby when it comes to anything that hurts at a .5 or higher on a 1-10 pain level.)
Here I am in the waiting room, reading about blogging:
Finally I was called back to the eerily quiet and humanly empty procedure room where I had to wait in nervous solitude for quite a while. The doctor was running way behind.
I got bored pretty quickly and started playing with the IPhone’s … reverse camera capability. Doesn’t that sound better than saying I took a bunch of selfies?
I looked at these terrible pictures, grimaced at their muted and otherworldly haziness, realized I wasn’t smiling–and started to delete them.
Then it hit me.
“Get real, Neal. It’s okay not to smile. It’s okay to be muted and hazy … and to be by yourself for a while. Being out of focus doesn’t mean being out of life.”
For some reason, I have always appreciated, even revered, “the view from behind.”
As a child, on the first day of each new school year, I was a nervous wreck waiting for the teacher to announce our seating arrangement. Front of the class? 😢 Too much exposure! Too revealing! Too out there! Far too much responsibility to “be.”
A nice, comfy seat toward the back? 😁 Perfect. I get to observe, to “see.” To calmly breathe.
Note to self: ASAP, schedule at least three long therapy sessions to discuss the three short paragraphs above.
But for now, allow me to introduce my newest NealEnJoy blog category: “The View from Behind,” where I invite you to join me somewhere in the back.
Always hold an “alligator” (or any challenging life … critter) in front of you, and if you can, kindly but temporarily tape its mouth closed.