Sick And Well

Sometimes the last days seem to predominate our memories.

Someone was vibrant, alive, always on the move.  They had a life and shared of thenselves.

Then illness strikes.  The slow descent begins.  Deterioration sets in.

With many illnesses, it is slow.  Memory is different for those taken quickly.  Perseverance.  Love,  Grief.  They all play a part.

Sometimes, we become so engaged in care and worry, we forget all the good before.  Or there are regrets of things left undone.  Persevere.

I hope those ill have been good parents etc.  Remember the good things.

I remember A Dad with whom I went to ballgames etc.  He taught me content of character.

I recall a good dog, who was loving strong loyal and brave.

Two not really disparate examples.

A Father who said I was full of the old stuff and a doggie bounding down the stairs to joyously greet me.

Sure, there were the times when they slowly failed and we took care of them.

But we have that foundation of strength and love which never goes away.

Old And New

Things can change.  There is an end then a beginning.

Now, we could debate karma in all its nuances.  Let it be simply a term for events currently.  Good or bad, old or new methods, ways, fluctuations for how we live.

Let's say there is a pattern of events, large and small, that oppose/thwart a person.  One course is tried and obstacles rise.  Around, over, under, through?  A similar thread appears even when something else is attempted.  And occasionally there is an attempt on the person's life.

While the old is busy in its rut, a new way rises quietly.  Facts are accumulated and the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune make one tougher.  The old is studied and its ways become well known.  It never changes.  The new gives way to something surprisingly old as well.  There is eternal truth that outdistances lies.

And we think for ourselves.

The old tries to lure and bully its way back.  This is to no avail.

We move forward, on a journey of Liberty on all levels.

Loose

If something's loose, tighten it.  Well, unless it needs to be flexible.  Loose and tight are surely variables.

Loosen the tyrannical grasp some governors and mayors are exercising now.

Tighten laws against letting criminals run rampant.

A particular kind of loose has been noted for a while.

Remember the old adage 'the inmates are running the asylum'?  Well, it's true.

Increasingly, we see the unhinged literally loose in the streets.  Many stories pop up with people exhibiting severe mental illnesses.  Often violence and complete dependence on emotion ensue.  I have a background in clinical psychology from college.  I suggest if you want those explanations, seek them.

I am talking about the delusional, psychopathic etal.  There are many meuroses for instance not in that league.  It's when something dominates a life that it becomes dangerous.

Many who should be under care are just left to wander.  It is part of Cultural Marxism.  Worse is better.

IMHO collectivism is unhinged.  It defies logic and contributes to the destruction of society from within.

Instead of treatment, many are left to spew.

Confrontation to deal with problems is called for.  Exposing collectivism as the social/spiritual plague it is grows today, in spite of diversions like up north.

In this case, we must tighten up, lest we become completely unhinged.

Show And Tell

People can be told the moon is made of green cheese.  Then they either accept that or find out for themselves.

I always advise you to dig, research.  Facts are stubborn things.

The collectivists will obfuscate of course.  They will ascribe to us what they themselves are guilty of.  Mostly editorial type opinion passes for facts with our leftist buds.  And when they demand cites, if you oblige (I don't usually.  I tell them to find it themselves for the truth is before them.), they will claim your sources are merely biased and from unreliable places.  In spite of actual facts, they drone on and claim you are doing what they actually do.

Now, facts are finally inundating the public concerning crimes against the President, the People and Constitution.  How convoluted it is.  And the material is irrefutable, though of course, the collectivists try.  The People are being shown.

Like the friend who taught me to house paint my way through college, there is a right way and wrong way.

So, if that green cheese is not the moon and doesn't even exist, you will soon see.