Wurdnurd Conquers the Wurld

    I need a list of how not to obey in advance. I have not come across such a thing, so I'm creating my own.  I'm just shouting in a wilderness of other voices hoping to  oh gad, I'm full of clichés.      The list begins now. What I know from spending too much time on YouTube: from @BrianTylerCohen to @OccupyDemocrats, and including of course @MeidasTouch and others. I give a shout-out to @AOC giving a 90 minute talk on how to NOT obey in advance link: (https://youtu.be/CVgNJf6CsBA?si=e91AHU1qprgwzuDc). Contact your local Democracy Action Network for boots on the ground steps to take regarding community engagement. Here's my list so far. It will develope as ideas develope, like film, yea? 1.      WRITE, WRITE,  and WRITE!          Write your Congressperson and Senators. You can fin d your representatives at this dot gov site: USA.gov          Enter your zip code and Voila! The ...

 Some stories start at the end. This is an example of that paradigm.  The end of a country. The end of quality of life. The end of "truth will out," or sane politicians, vaccines, and medical care. Etc. I am not alone in a fear of the future that death pales against. I personally write from an apartment. It has heat in the winter, A/C in summer, electricity and water, plus an indoor loo. But for how long? I think it's time for a nap. My lesson from yesterday didn't last the dawn of this day. Back at it tomorrow.

The days, the days they pass. God, how they pass. I think of Dr. Viktor Frankel's words about coping in a world far from making rational sense. In Man's Search For Meaning, he advises to find joy and meaning wherever you can. I add to exploit the crap out of those two concepts. I choose to sing out loud while walking, or dancing (more like rhythmic swaying), while waiting to cross the street. I really don't care anymore, I'm focusing on what brings me joy; music, reading, gardening, and sometimes painting. I'm at an age where my inhibitions have decreased to quite a point. I'm not walking around naked or anything, just dancing at the stoplight. Come join me, as we all dance to the tune of time.