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Wednesday, June 3, 2026

The Poet: T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"

"The Hollow Men" (read by Tom O'Bedlam)

"My Favorite Poem"
by Craig Boehman

"I’ve been experimenting with several of the AI platforms, attempting to learn all that I can about how the systems work and how to produce the best images from the prompts that I provide. My favorite platform is Midjourney, which is what I used to create the images for this poem. It’s a relatively straight-forward process over all, but there is a bit of learning when it comes to some of the finer aspects of telling AI exactly what it is that you want. Whether then AI can actually provide you with your desired results is another issue altogether, as I’ve discovered first-hand over the past week. 

Which brings me to "The Hollow Men" by T.S. Eliot, my favorite poem. I thought what better way to put Midjourney’s AI to the test? Surely, not even artificial intelligence can handle all of Eliot’s lines in a cohesive manner. I found this to be true. But in some cases, the visuals came pretty close to matching a visual interpretation of the lines. I’ll let you be the judge though. 

For each of the images below, the corresponding lines from the poem were fed into the bot as prompts, exactly as written, no other commands given except to make the images all in a 3:2 ratio. Other than that, you’re seeing only the results from Eliot’s own words."

"The Hollow Men"

I

We are the hollow men,
We are the stuffed men,
Leaning together,
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless,
As wind in dry grass,

Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar.

Shape without form, shade without color.
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom,

Remember us - if at all - not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men.
The stuffed men.


II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom,

These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column

There, is a tree swinging,
And voices are
In the wind’s singing,

More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom.

Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field,

Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer -

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom.


III

This is the dead land,
This is cactus land.
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom,
Waking alone,
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness,
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


IV

The eyes are not here,
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars,
In this hollow valley,
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms.

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech,
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river.

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual starm
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom,

The hope only
Of empty men.


V

Here we go round the prickly pear,
Prickly pear prickly pear,
Here we go round the prickly pear,
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality,
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow.

                                                                                      For Thine is the Kingdom.

Between the conception
And the creation,
Between the emotion
And the response,
Falls the Shadow

                                                                          Life is very long.

Between the desire
And the spasm,
Between the potency
And the existence,
Between the essence
And the descent,
Falls the Shadow.

                                                                                              For Thine is the Kingdom.

For Thine is,
Life is
For Thine is the...

This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang but a whimper."

- T. S. Eliot

"What Is The Joy About?"

“There are meaningful warnings which history gives a threatened or perishing society. Such are, for instance, the decadence of art, or a lack of great statesmen. There are open and evident warnings, too. The center of your democracy and of your culture is left without electric power for a few hours only, and all of a sudden crowds of American citizens start looting and creating havoc. The smooth surface film must be very thin, then, the social system quite unstable and unhealthy. But the fight for our planet, physical and spiritual, a fight of cosmic proportions, is not a vague matter of the future; it has already started. The forces of Evil have begun their offensive; you can feel their pressure, and yet your screens and publications are full of prescribed smiles and raised glasses. What is the joy about?”
- Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

"If This Is Winning, America Can’t Afford Much More of It"

"If This Is Winning,
America Can’t Afford Much More of It"
by John & Nisha Whitehead

“We’re gonna win so much, you may even get tired of winning. And you’ll say, ‘Please, please. It’s too much winning. We can’t take it anymore. Mr. President, it’s too much.’”
- Donald Trump

"Donald Trump promised Americans they would get tired of winning. If this is what winning looks like, America can’t afford much more of it. We are losing ground economically. We are losing credibility abroad. We are losing tourists, workers, stability, trust, constitutional guardrails, and whatever remained of the illusion that the government answers to “we the people.”

The tourism economy is taking a hit, with international visitors increasingly reluctant to come to the United States. Even migration - the lifeblood of America’s economic growth, innovation, labor force and national renewal - is now moving in the wrong direction. Fewer people are coming in, more Americans are leaving, and by some estimates the country has already crossed into negative net migration. That is not the mark of a nation “winning.” It is the mark of a nation people are increasingly choosing to escape.

Even the looming World Cup - normally an economic windfall for tourism, travel and hospitality - is being shadowed by the administration’s immigration crackdown, detention protests and threats to disrupt international travel at key airports. That is what happens when a nation treats visitors, immigrants and dissenters as threats first and human beings second: people stop coming, businesses suffer, and fear becomes official policy.

The economy, despite the administration’s relentless victory laps, is flashing warning signs: downgraded growth, strained consumers, rising costs, depleted savings, and policy chaos that leaves families, small businesses and entire industries guessing what fresh disruption tomorrow will bring. We are being worn down by the losses.

Meanwhile, the man who promised to end wars has presided over their continuation and expansion. The man who promised to bring prices down has helped drive uncertainty up. The man who promised to drain the swamp has turned government into a spoils system for loyalists, cronies, contractors, oligarchs and power brokers. The man who promised law and order has treated the law as something to be weaponized against enemies and waived for friends. This is not winning. This is the slow-motion defeat of a constitutional republic by spectacle, grievance, greed and brute force.

Consider the running ledger of Trump’s so-called “wins.” A $1.776 billion “anti-weaponization” fund - ostensibly created to compensate victims of government abuse - quickly became a case study in government abuse, with critics warning that taxpayer money could be used to reward Trump allies, political loyalists and even January 6 defendants. That fund has since been blocked in court, challenged as unlawful, and reportedly reconsidered amid bipartisan backlash, the larger agreement remains a flashing warning sign: a settlement that could shield Trump, his family and his affiliated businesses from future tax scrutiny reeks of self-dealing corruption.

A $400 million White House ballroom, pitched as a “gift” to the country, has become the perfect monument to this administration’s priorities: gilded spectacle, donor influence, security carveouts and imperial pageantry at a time when ordinary Americans are struggling to afford groceries, housing, health care and basic necessities.

The White House itself is being remade in Trump’s image - more gold, more grandeur, more vanity - while the constitutional foundations of the presidency are treated as disposable. Even the Kennedy Center became part of the branding exercise, until a federal judge ruled that Trump’s name had been illegally added and blocked the administration from closing the cultural institution for renovations.

And then there are the courts, where one Trump policy after another has run headlong into the limits of law. Again and again, lower courts have been forced to remind the administration that executive power is not absolute, that emergency does not erase the Constitution, and that even presidents must obey the law.

Those defeats have not been technicalities: judges have faulted the administration for viewpoint discrimination against media outlets, unconstitutional punishment of law firms, unlawful tariff maneuvers, and executive actions that treat constitutional limits as annoyances rather than binding law.

That is the measure of Trump’s winning: taxpayer-funded payback schemes, vanity projects, gilded rooms, legal defeats, constitutional chaos and a government increasingly run as if it were a personal empire. The president gets the spectacle. The loyalists get the spoils. The lawyers get the lawsuits. And the American people get the bill.

To hear the administration tell it, America is stronger, safer, richer, freer and more respected than ever. That is the sales pitch. That is the slogan. That is the circus tent erected over the ruins. The White House’s latest propaganda practically says the quiet part out loud: “TRUST IN TRUMP.” “Just sit back and relax,” the official message from Trump declares, “it will all work out well in the end - It always does!” That is not a governing philosophy. It is a demand for obedience.

A free people do not “sit back and relax” while the government expands its power, wages war, raids the treasury, punishes dissent, tracks its citizens, defies the courts and treats the Constitution as optional. A free people do not trust rulers. They bind them down. And when rulers demand trust while asking the people to ignore the evidence of their own eyes, that is when the people must look even closer.

Look closer, past the slogans, the victory laps and the gold-plated spectacle, and the losses are piling up. Americans were told they would get prosperity. What they got was an economy in which corporate profits and stock market gains mask the fact that ordinary households are stretched thin, savings are shrinking, debt is mounting, and the cost of basic necessities keeps eating away at wages.

They were told tariffs would punish foreign governments and bring jobs home. What they got were higher costs passed down to consumers, retaliation, supply disruptions, and a trade policy built less on strategy than on political theater. Even the courts have begun treating the tariff agenda as what it is: economic policy by executive improvisation, with judges striking down or narrowing tariff maneuvers while the administration keeps looking for new legal workarounds.

They were told immigration crackdowns would make America stronger. What they got was a nation frightening away the workers, students, tourists, entrepreneurs and families who have long helped power its economy.

They were told America would be respected again. What they got was a country increasingly viewed as unstable, hostile, unpredictable and unsafe - not merely by adversaries, but by allies, visitors, investors and would-be partners.

They were told the wars would end. What they got was more war talk, more military escalation, more blank checks for the war machine, and more excuses for expanding executive power in the name of national security.

They were told the Constitution would be restored. What they got was a president who declared, “He who saves his Country does not violate any Law.”

Listen carefully when any ruler says something like that. That is not constitutionalism. That is the language of kings, dictators and strongmen who believe their intentions place them above the law. The Constitution was written precisely to prevent that kind of thinking from taking root in America. It does not say the president may violate the law if he claims noble motives. It does not say the executive branch may override Congress, bully the courts, punish critics, silence dissenters, deploy the military domestically, raid the treasury, or rule by emergency decree whenever it suits the occupant of the White House.

Even voting itself is being pulled into the machinery of executive control, with the Trump administration pushing a mail-in voting order that would insert federal agencies into voter eligibility and ballot delivery decisions traditionally controlled by the states. When the executive branch claims the power to decide whose vote gets counted, who gets mailed a ballot, and who gets prosecuted for resisting, the right to vote becomes one more freedom subject to presidential permission.

Yet that is the theory of government now being tested in real time: presidential power as a blank check, law as a weapon, rights as privileges, dissent as danger, and accountability as an inconvenience. Trump’s brand of winning requires Americans to lose.

For the police state to win, the Fourth Amendment must lose.

For the surveillance state to win, privacy must lose.

For the war machine to win, peace must lose.

For the executive branch to win, the separation of powers must lose.

For the oligarchs to win, working families must lose.

For the propaganda machine to win, truth must lose.

For a strongman to win, the Constitution must lose.

That is the bargain being offered to the American people: trade your rights for promises of safety, your freedoms for promises of greatness, your tax dollars for promises of prosperity, and your conscience for the thrill of watching someone else get punished.

This is how authoritarian politics works. It does not begin by announcing itself as tyranny. It comes wrapped in flags, slogans, scapegoats and promises of revenge. It offers people the satisfaction of seeing their enemies humiliated while quietly building the machinery that will eventually be used against everyone. That machinery is already in place. Consider for yourselves.

Free speech is still being undermined. The First Amendment prohibits the government from suppressing speech, punishing dissent, targeting protesters, intimidating journalists or coercing institutions into silence. Yet political speech that challenges government power is increasingly treated as suspicious, extremist, dangerous or disloyal. Anti-war protesters, student activists, whistleblowers, journalists, religious dissenters, political critics and ordinary citizens who refuse to mouth the party line all risk being swept into the expanding category of enemies of the state.

Surveillance is still expanding. Facial recognition, biometric tracking, license plate readers, cell phone location data, fusion centers, predictive policing algorithms, drones, AI data mining and financial monitoring have made it possible for the government and its corporate partners to track, catalog and profile the population with breathtaking efficiency. Everything that once would have required a warrant, manpower and probable cause can now be accomplished with a database, a software contract and a bureaucrat willing to click “search.”

The government’s police powers are still being weaponized. The same machinery used to target immigrants today can be used to target political dissidents tomorrow. The same watchlists used to monitor “extremists” can be used to monitor parents, veterans, gun owners, activists, journalists, religious believers, environmental protesters, anti-war demonstrators and anyone else who challenges the government’s preferred narrative.

Americans are still being treated as suspects first and citizens second. In a precrime society, innocence is irrelevant. What matters is what the algorithm predicts, what the watchlist suggests, what the data profile implies, or what some government official believes you might do, say, think or support. Due process becomes an afterthought once suspicion is automated.

The military is still being normalized as a domestic force. With every new call to deploy troops at home, every new declaration of emergency, every new fusion of local policing with federal power, the line between battlefield and homeland grows thinner. The founders understood the danger of a standing army used against the people. We are living with the consequences of ignoring their warnings.

Police remain militarized. Local law enforcement agencies, armed with battlefield equipment and trained in combat-style tactics, continue to function less like community peacekeepers and more like occupying forces. No free society can remain free for long when every encounter with the government has the potential to become a show of force.

Whistleblowers are still punished. Watchdogs are still sidelined. Inspectors general, auditors, investigators and civil servants who expose corruption are treated as obstacles to be removed rather than safeguards to be protected. A government that cannot tolerate scrutiny is a government with something to hide.

The imperial presidency is still expanding. Trump did not invent executive overreach, but he has embraced it with a vengeance. Every president in recent memory has contributed to the growth of presidential power through executive orders, emergency declarations, signing statements, national security directives and unilateral actions. Trump’s contribution has been to strip away the polite fiction that such power is being exercised reluctantly or within constitutional limits. He flaunts it.

That is the real danger of this moment. It is not merely that one president wants too much power. It is that the entire system has been conditioned to give it to him. Congress grumbles but abdicates. The courts object but defer. Agencies comply. Contractors profit. The media chases the spectacle. The public is distracted by the daily outrage cycle. The parties cheer when their side benefits and complain only when the machinery is turned against them.

This is how the Deep State wins no matter which party claims victory on Election Day. The faces change. The machinery remains. The slogans change. The surveillance remains. The party in power changes. The war machine remains. The rhetoric changes. The debt, the spending, the secrecy, the police state, the corporate influence, the emergency powers and the contempt for the Constitution remain.

Trump’s “winning” is simply the latest branding campaign for an old con: convince the people they are winning while stripping them of the power to govern themselves. Call it what you will - national security, border security, economic nationalism, law and order, anti-corruption, emergency authority, America First - but when the end result is more government power and less individual freedom, we should know by now who is really winning.

It is not the family struggling to afford groceries. It is not the small business trying to survive tariffs, inflation, labor shortages and regulatory whiplash. It is not the farmer, the teacher, the veteran, the student, the retiree or the parent trying to make ends meet. It is not the traveler detained, searched, questioned or turned away by an increasingly hostile security state. It is not the immigrant family living in fear. It is not the protester exercising First Amendment rights. It is not the citizen whose financial transactions, movements, communications and associations are being tracked. It is not the taxpayer forced to bankroll endless wars, corporate subsidies, militarized police, surveillance contracts, detention centers and political vanity projects.

The winners are the same as always: the defense contractors, data brokers, private prison operators, surveillance companies, lobbyists, political insiders, Wall Street speculators, government contractors, partisan enforcers, donors with access, loyalists seeking payouts, and bureaucratic power centers that thrive on fear, crisis and control. The losers are “we the people.”

This is the hard truth Americans must face: a government that promises to make you “win” by taking power away from someone else will eventually take power away from you, too. Rights are not partisan. Due process is not partisan. Free speech is not partisan. Privacy is not partisan. Limits on executive power are not partisan. The Constitution is not supposed to be a campaign prop, a legal technicality or a speed bump on the road to political victory. The Constitution is the contract that binds the government down. Without it, all we have are rulers and subjects.

That is why the real measure of any administration is not how loudly it boasts, how many enemies it punishes, how many executive orders it signs, how many troops it deploys, how many agencies it purges, or how many headlines it dominates. The real measure is whether the people are freer, safer in their rights, more secure in their property, more protected from government abuse, and more capable of holding power accountable.

By that measure, we are not winning. We are losing, and we are losing in all the ways that matter. We lose when the president claims the power to decide which laws apply to him. We lose when Congress allows itself to become irrelevant. We lose when courts are treated as obstacles rather than constitutional checks. We lose when police act like soldiers and soldiers are invited to act like police. We lose when dissent is treated as extremism. We lose when surveillance becomes the price of citizenship. We lose when the economy is engineered to benefit the powerful while ordinary Americans are told to applaud their own hardship as patriotism. We lose when war becomes permanent and peace becomes the broken promise no one bothers to keep. We lose when government by consent is replaced by government by coercion. And we lose most of all when we accept the lie that any of this is victory.

My friends, do not be fooled by the slogans. A nation can wave flags, stage parades, build monuments, boast of greatness, punish enemies, dominate headlines, and still be losing its soul. A president can call it winning. A party can call it winning. The media can package it as winning. The crowds can chant along. But if the price is the Constitution, then we all lose.

The solution is not to trade one strongman for another, one party’s abuses for another party’s abuses, or one set of rulers for another set of rulers who promise to use the same machinery more benevolently. The solution is to dismantle the machinery.

Reject the politics of fear. Reject the cult of personality. Reject the false choice between security and freedom. Reject the propaganda that tells you your neighbor is the enemy while the government quietly picks your pocket and strips you of your rights. Find common ground with your fellow citizens, not in party loyalty, but in constitutional principle. Defend free speech even when you dislike the speaker. Defend due process even when you dislike the defendant. Defend privacy even when you have nothing to hide. Defend limits on executive power even when your preferred politician occupies the White House.

Be dangerous in the best way possible: by thinking for yourself, refusing to be silenced, rejecting political tribalism, and insisting that no president, no party, no agency, no court, no corporation and no crisis is above the Constitution.

As I make clear in my book "Battlefield America: The War on the American People" and in its fictional counterpart "The Erik Blair Diaries," the government’s war on the people will not end until the people stop mistaking domination for leadership, spectacle for strength, and propaganda for truth.

Too much winning? No. Too much power. Too much corruption. Too much surveillance. Too much war. Too much greed. Too much fear. Too much government acting as if the Constitution is optional. If America is going to win again in any meaningful sense, it will not be because a politician promised it from a podium. It will be because “we the people” finally remembered that freedom is not something rulers give us. Freedom is something we must refuse to surrender."

"Hell..."

"Many people don't fear a hell after this life and that's because hell is on this earth, in this life. In this life there are many forms of hell that people walk through, sometimes for a day, sometimes for years, sometimes it doesn't end. The kind of hell that doesn't burn your skin; but burns your soul. The kind of hell that people can't see; but the flames lap at your spirit. Heaven is a place on earth, too! It's where you feel freedom, where you're not afraid. No more chains. And you hear your soul laughing."
- C. JoyBell C.

I believe it was Sartre who said, 
"This is Hell, cleverly disguised just enough to keep us from escaping." 
Look at the world... look around. I believe he may have been right.
And as Shakespeare wrote, "Hell is empty and all the devils are here."

"I Am Done"

"I Am Done"
by OHMama

"I was born at the end of Gen X and the beginning of the Millennial Generation, and grew up in a middle class town. Life was good. Our home was modest but birthdays and Christmas were always generous, we went on yearly vacations, had 2 cars, and there was enough money for me to take dance classes and art lessons and be in Girl Scouts.

My 1940s born Dad raised me to be patriotic and proud, to love the war bird airplanes of his era as much as he does, and to respect our flag and our country as a sacred thing. I grew up thinking that being an American was the greatest gift a person could have. I grew up thinking that our country was as strong, and honest and true as my Dad. I grew up thinking I was free.

As an adult, I have witnessed the world I grew up in fall to ruin. I have watched as our currency and our economy have been shamelessly corrupted beyond redemption. Since we’ve been married, my husband and I TWICE had our meager investment savings gutted by the market that we were told to invest in, now that pensions no longer exist and we working stiffs are on our own. We will be working until we die, because the Social Security we’ve been forced to pay into has also been robbed from under us.

I have watched as our elected officials enter Congress as ordinary folks and leaves as multi millionaires. I have watched my blue collar husband get up at an ungodly hour every day and come home with an aching back that we pray will hold out long enough to get him to old age in one piece. Outside of shoes, socks and underwear, almost everything my family wears was bought used. We’ve been on one vacation in 12 years.

We don’t have cell phones, or cable, or any sort of streaming services, just a landline and internet. We hardly ever eat out. Our house is 1400 square feet, no air conditioning. I cook from scratch and I can and I garden and I raise chickens for eggs and meat and I moonlight selling things on Etsy. Still it is barely enough to pay the bills that go up every year while service quality and the longevity of goods goes down. What I just described is the life you can live on 60K a year without going into debt.

At last calculation, when you consider all of the federal, state and local taxes plus registration and user fees, Medicare and SS payroll taxes, almost a third of what my family earns is stolen by the govt each year. What’s left doesn’t go far, just enough to cover the basics and save a little for when the wolf howls at the door.

I watched as my family’s health insurance was gutted and destroyed. Our private market insurance, which we had to have because my husband’s employer is too small to have a group plan, was made illegal. We were left with the option of either buying an Obamacare plan with unaffordable deductibles and insanely ridiculous out of pocket maxes, or paying the very gov’t that destroyed our healthcare a fine for not buying the gov’t mandated plan that we cannot afford. We now have short term insurance that isn’t really insurance at all, and I live in fear of one of us getting injured or sick with anything I can’t fix from the medicine cabinet.

I have watched as education, which was already sketchy when I was a kid, became an all out joke of wholly unmathematical math, gold stars for all, and self-loathing anti-Americanism. My family has taken an enormous financial hit as I stay home to home school our child. At least she’ll be able to do old-fashioned math well enough to see how much they are screwing her. A silver lining to every cloud, I guess.

I’ve sat by and held my tongue as I was called deplorable and a bitter clinger and told that I didn’t build that. I’ve been called a racist and a xenophobe and a chump and even an “ugly folk.” I’ve been told that I have privilege, and that I have inherent bias because of my skin color, and that my beloved husband and father are part of a horrible patriarchy. Not one goddamn bit of that is true, but if I dare say anything about it, it will be used as evidence of my racism and white fragility.

Raised to be a Republican, I held my nose and voted for Bush, the Texas-talking blue blood from Connecticut who lied us into 2 wars and gave us the unpatriotic Patriot Act. I voted for McCain, the sociopathic neocon songbird “hero” that torpedoed the attempt to kill the Obamacare that’s killing my family financially. I held it again and voted for Romney, the vulture capitalist skunk that masquerades as a Republican while slithering over to the Democrat camp as often as they’ll tolerate his oily, loathsome presence. And I voted for Trump, who, if he did nothing else, at least gave a resounding Bronx cheer to the richly deserving smug hypocrites of DC.

And now I have watched as people who hate me and mine and call for our destruction blatantly and openly stole the election and then gaslighted us and told us that it was honest and fair. I am watching as the GOP does NOTHING about it. They were relieved so they can get back to their real jobs of lining their pockets and running interference for their corporate masters. I am watching as the media, in a manner that would make Stalin blush, is silencing anyone who dares question the legitimacy of this farce they call democracy. I know, it’s a republic, but I am so tired of explaining that to people I might as well give in and join them in ignorance.

I will not vote again; they’ve made it abundantly clear that my voice doesn’t matter. Whatever irrational, suicidal lunacy the nanny states thinks is best is what I’ll get. What it decided I need is a geriatric pedophile who shouldn’t be charged with anything more rigorous than choosing between tapioca and rice pudding at the old folks home, and a casting couch skank who rails against racism while being a descendant of slave owners.

I’m free to dismember a baby in my womb and kill it because “my body my choice”, but God help me if I won’t cover my face with a germ laden Linus-worthy security blanket or refuse to let them inject genetically altering chemicals into my body or my child’s. I can be doxed, fired, shunned and destroyed for daring to venture that there are only 2 genders as proven by DNA, but a disease with a 99+% survival rate for most humans is a deadly pandemic worth murdering an economy over. Because science. Idiocracy is real, and we are living it. Dr. Lexus would be an improvement over Fauci.

I am done. Don’t ask me to pledge to the flag, or salute the troops, or shoot fireworks on the 4th. It’s a sick, twisted, heartbreaking joke, this bloated, unrecognizable corpse of a republic that once was ours.

I am not alone. Not sure how things continue to function when millions of citizens no longer feel any loyalty to or from the society they live in.

I was raised to be a lady, and ladies don’t curse, but f**k these motherf**kers to hell and back for what they’ve done to me, and mine, and my country. All we Joe Blow Americans ever wanted was a little patch of land to raise a family, a job to pay the bills, and at least some illusion of freedom, and even that was too much for these human parasites. They want it all,  mind, body and soul. Damn them. Damn them all."

The Daily "Near You?"

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"If..."

“If Man were relieved of all superstition, and all prejudice, and had replaced these with a keen sensitivity to his real environment, and moreover had achieved a level of communication so simplified that one syllable could express his every thought, then he would have achieved the level of intelligence already achieved by his dog.”
~ Robert Brault

"How Could You? A Dog's Story"

"How Could You? A Dog's Story"
by Jim Willis

"When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My house training took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers."

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty."
"If there are no dogs in Heaven,
then when I die I want to go where they went."
- Will Rogers
Dogs are better people than people will ever be...

Blues Masterpieces, "The Dog Was Right Again"

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Blues Masterpieces, "The Dog Was Right Again"
“The Dog Was Right Again” is a humorous blues tale about ignoring the one companion who somehow always seems to know better. The singer laughs at all the times they trusted bad advice, made poor choices, or walked straight into trouble - while the dog saw it coming from the start. Driven by a playful blues guitar groove and the knowing cry of the harmonica the song mixes wit, charm, and everyday wisdom. The voice carries the amused frustration of someone who has finally accepted that their four-legged friend has a better track record than most people. Sometimes the smartest soul in the room… is sleeping on the porch."

"I'm Walking Slower Just To Stay Longer With You", The Song Every Senior Dog Owner Needs

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"I'm Walking Slower Just To Stay Longer With You",
The Song Every Senior Dog Owner Needs
"If you have ever loved a senior dog, you know that every slow step is a precious gift. This song is a tribute to those quiet, final walks where time seems to stand still. It’s a message from your aging best friend, reminding us that even when they are "catching their breath," they are really just trying to soak in every last second by our side. Whether your dog is currently a "senior citizen" or has already crossed the Rainbow Bridge, we hope these lyrics bring comfort to your heart. You were their whole world, and they loved every step of the journey with you."

"How It Really Is"

“We'll know our disinformation program is complete 
when everything the American public believes is false.”
- William Casey, former director of the CIA

Dan, I Allegedly, "You're Paying More and Getting Less Every Single Day"

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Dan, I Allegedly, 6/3/26
"You're Paying More and 
Getting Less Every Single Day"
"For millions of Americans, it feels like there's no relief in sight. Utility bills are climbing, housing regulations are becoming more expensive, restaurants and franchises are struggling, and companies continue pushing AI solutions that often create more problems than they solve. In this video, Dan breaks down the latest examples of how rising costs, government policies, business failures, and corporate decisions are impacting everyday people across the country. From homeowners facing costly energy-efficiency mandates to consumers paying more for electricity, food, and basic services, the financial pressure continues to build. We also discuss restaurant industry shakeups, franchise struggles, AI disruptions, government spending concerns, and the broader economic trends that are changing the way Americans live and spend money. If you're concerned about personal finance, inflation, the economy, business news, and where things are headed next, this is a discussion you won't want to miss." 
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