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Witch’s Parking Spot

I don’t want to say how many recognized this as MY parking spot.  All I can say about the goblins this year was too cute and too few. You never know.

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Florida Snow Day

The Old Warming Jack Knife
I’ll just lie here in the fetal position until the election is over.

Okay, it’s not a snow day in Florida, but many fellow bloggers were posting their first snow of the year. The best I could do is to show you how very chilly it is in Florida, highs in the 60’s! In lieu of the flakes I’m showing you how Luther manages to keep warm. This will have to do. It’s all I’ve got.

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The following is from an Obama interview in 2001. Now I think I know what he considers flawed in our government — the Constitution. If you feel the same, vote for him. If you trust the founding fathers more — DON’T. Whomever is elected must put his hand on the Bible and swear to protect the Constitution. Can Obama do that? Will he? His own words lead you to believe not.  

His quote is below. Italics are mine.

 

In the 2001 interview, Obama said:

If you look at the victories and failures of the civil rights movement and its litigation strategy in the court, I think where it succeeded was to invest formal rights in previously dispossessed people, so that now I would have the right to vote. I would now be able to sit at the lunch counter and order and as long as I could pay for it I’d be OKBut, the Supreme Court never ventured into the issues of redistribution of wealth, and of more basic issues such as political and economic justice in society. To that extent, as radical as I think people try to characterize the Warren Court, it wasn’t that radical. It didn’t break free from the essential constraints that were placed by the Founding Fathers in the Constitution, at least as it’s been interpreted, and the Warren Court interpreted in the same way, that generally the Constitution is a charter of negative liberties. Says what the states can’t do to you. Says what the federal government can’t do to you, but doesn’t say what the federal government or state government must do on your behalf.

And that hasn’t shifted and one of the, I think, tragedies of the civil rights movement was because the civil rights movement became so court-focused I think there was a tendency to lose track of the political and community organizing and activities on the ground that are able to put together the actual coalition of powers through which you bring about redistributive change. In some ways we still suffer from that.

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A wasted vote is a vote for someone you know does not represent your own beliefs and principles. A wasted vote is a vote for someone you know will not lead the country in the way it should go. A wasted vote is a vote for the “lesser of two evils.” Or, in the case of John McCain and Barack Obama, what we have is a choice between the “evil of two lessers.”

 

Chuck Baldwin

Candidate for President

Constitution Party

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Moth to Frame

Moth on Bamboo

Moth on Bamboo

As usual, I go for a particular shot and get something altogether different. This started out as an attempt to photograph the bamboo that creates a jungle in the side yard. But like a moth to “frame,” this brown and turquoise moth planted itself smack in the view. What resulted was a kind of Asian/Southwestern mix of shapes and colors. I’m thinking nature does a better job of setting these up than I ever could.

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Feathers fluffed in the cool of the morning
Feathers fluffed in the cool of the morning

I called this red-shouldered hawk a “fellow” but the face was far too pretty not to be female. She seemed to enjoy the cooler morning on a tree in our side yard.

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I began blogging in the early sixties. You read that right. That revelation occurred to me only today. It is amazing how a word, name or place will pop out of a page and events will come wafting back. The words today were “Lynn, Massachusetts” on Mark Sardella’s blog.

 

I suddenly remembered someone who lives (or lived) there. The Boston Strangler stalked somewhere in that vicinity. She used to talk about it. Her name is lost to the years and this is the first time I had thought of her in over four decades. The mystery person from Lynn was only a voice to me on a tape recorder. An 8-track? I don’t remember, but it is possible. Soon after another nameless voice came to me. This one a woman from Long Beach, California – then another from some western state where he was a radio personality. I was a young mother living in Richmond, Virginia. What did all of us have in common? Writing—entering contests to be precise where we finished jingles, wrote 25-word statements and named things.

 

The early sixties was a fertile time for contests and sweepstakes, which we considered poor stepchildren to what we called “skill contests.” I belonged to the Gold Dominion Contest Club which met at the Richmond Public Library once a month. In my early twenties at the time, the next youngest member was at least twenty years older than I, the oldest in her seventies, but we shared a love of creativity and writing. All had won a lot of prizes. Tempa Blanton had taken advantage of rampant contests after World War II ended and won everything in her kitchen—including the kitchen sink. She said in her youth she was told she looked like Judy Garland. If you squinted your eyes just right, she still did.

 

Oh, back to the early blog——  From a national contest newsletter, I hooked up with contesters from across the country. Soon a tape arrived in the mail. I listened to each tell of their lives and contesting experiences, then added my story and mailed on to the next in line. The tape continued to make its circle for several years with long gaps between arrivals. One day it no longer arrived and I never heard from them again.

 

Could they still be out there? Still contesting, or gone on to other writing, as I have? More important, do they know they might be among the first bloggers on earth? Okay, so it was a round robin tape, but a forerunner of coast to coast communication with strangers, don’t you think?

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Cat Alert!

Okay, all of you doggie people, move along and avert your eyes because I couldn’t resist posting our handsome guy, Luther. He’s a Pixie Bob, the legend cat. The legend is that bobcats mated with barn cats to produce this line. We swabbed his little mouth and his DNA showed no wild genes, but I’ve never seen a cat without wild genes, so take it for what it is worth. He is gorgeous and amazing, walks like a lion and knows so much English we have to spell certain words. Hey, I told you to move on. Don’t blame me.

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