When it is "over", the struggles ...

I suppose the day will come when the few, the insanely wealthy, the greedy, the selfish, and powerful must release their strangle-hold on democracy, the media, the parties, and the many ... but when, and at what cost? I don't know. I want to believe in and maintain the struggle, but alas I grow older each day. My beliefs turn more steadily to "hope" and the fight that the "young" must now take up and carry forth. For I grow ... weary, and I hope the "young" grow more informed and stronger.

So if you know when it is over, if you know before I know, if you know that "we" have won, when we have won, if we have won, and if I'm still around ... please my friends ... find me and let me "know". And, I will rejoice ... as if seeing a beautiful wildflower ... for the very first time.

Life ... and Politics ...

Life and politics ... are like the tides. They rise and fall. They ebb and flow. All ... as God intended. A one party system is like the Roman empire ... doomed to failure. No 'one' party has all the answers. Each party is like the tides ... they come, and they go ... and we are carried along in the stream ...

As for me, I'd like to think .. that I'll try to stay afloat for as long as it is God's will ... and enjoy the passing views ... and my friends - regardless of their views - on the "state" of anything. Somehow, I think that is what God expects of me ... and 'in the middle' is where I am most comfortable. Arguing with friends ... about politics is never a good idea. All I have is a 'vote', and that is all I can reasonably expect. It is enough. The rest is out of my hands ...

Big Brown and Eight Bells ...

... and the 134th running of the Kentucky Derby. I felt the same tragic feelings that I had when, in darkness, my car hit that beautiful tabby cat on the interstate. It just ... ... broke my heart. I watched part of the pre-derby show, and during that show the trainer (Larry Jones) was exercising "Eight Bells" (the lone filly in the Kentucky Derby) - and he was talking to her in a calm, soft, and sincere voice - and calling her his "sweetheart" ... :-(

Like the "big brown" horse that was magnificent as he pulled way ahead of the field of other horses in the race to the finish line ... she, with so much heart, was staying right with him ... racing just as fast as he, not losing a single step ... the two of them ... racing into history ... Big Brown & Eight Bells ...

In my heart, no matter what the future holds for Big Brown, the two of them will forever be "together" ... racing for the finish line.