October 6, 2003

  •  A Note from the Garden Journal Volume 1.6


    a weekly weekend event of timely trifles


     


    This weeks Garden Journal will focus on the things upon which we should always remember to give just attention. That is, the diplomacy of our significant relationships and the elections of hearts toward one another.


     


    While we must pay attention to the bigger scope, we must also I believe, remember that truly fixing it and preventing more of the same begins its life within each individual's sphere of influence. And while it may not affect demonstratively the outcome of today's worldwide conflicts and concerns, it will with ease do thus for tomorrow's.


     


    So let's take a quick look at the full-grown child of yesterday's choices.


     


    Another year, another Yom Kippur. Another clump of murders performed by sightless suicide-sheep following power-blinded leaders being sponsored by bigotry and power blinded national rulers, who in turn are sponsored by hatred and power-blinded Eastern superpowers. It's a little bit to make one's head spin. To follow the trail of “plausible deniability” and indirect support we are lead all over Asia. In the process of becoming acquainted with who the Hatfield's and McCoy's of  WWIII are, have been and shall be, we cannot help but see the Kings and Queens, and their rooks and knights and their pawns. We know that Syria and Iran are next for us and that after we hit them and start getting close to the wizard behind the curtain all hell will break loose.


     


    But I shan't spend scads of hours here rehashing what we all are surely weary from reading and hearing. We know what must be done and it is simply a matter of achieving it. Let's now take a look at the fruits of the previous few generations on our National culture.


     


    Schwarzenegger has been in the headlines to a degree recently as America's favorite Moderate Republican. Some seem still confused about which areas for him represent personal conservative strongholds and which might be his more moderate tendencies. I think we can safely rule out his being a moderate with respect to female-relations. So, why then is Hollywood so repulsed by Arnold? He clearly is a social liberal, living it up to the grandest of the “everything is relative” and “me first” crowd. Why they don't adore him and pour broken bottles of expensive perfume on his feet, I don't know. He is a fiscal something-or-other, something akin to “RAH-RAH, KEEP-IT-TIED, TEAM!” He does have the right idea about immigration. Plus we all know those Canadians sure talk funny. No seriously, my grandparents immigrated here legally and learned English (those who didn't previously speak it), paid taxes, served in the armed forces…and jury duty so I don't know what the problem here is. Arny is better than Bust-a-monte, but not by far. At least the Terminator won't try to secede from the Union and rejoin that prosperous and thriving first-world nation to the south, i.e. Mexico where the white Spaniards rule and the rest flee.


     


    Today I played volleyball at Granny White Park and it rained. It rained, but we kept playing. That is what we must do while nut-cases rage on in California, Washington D.C. and the Far- and Middle East. Because while it rained, it was still warm, the music still could be heard and the important matter of scoring and playing and building a bond with teammates still needed constant attention. Long after the rain is over, long after the clouds pass, the final score will be recounted, friendships will be recounted by healthier souls and soul mates, which endured and played on while the matter of the weather was and will be forgotten. In fact, the challenge of the rain made the comradery and sport all the sweeter. And while it is doubtful it will affect future downpours, at least in the meteorological sense, it will affect the status of the relationships built there at the net.


     


    So, remember the policy which should never be foreign, never forgetting the lives around you, remembering future dreams are built on future memories. It will make today's rain less scalding and might abate the chances of tomorrow's from ever becoming.


     


     


     


    Sliocht sleachta ar shliocht bhur sleachta (a Gaelic blessing)


     


    -Blogbat a.k.a. Martin


     



     


     


    A Note from the Garden Journal Volume 1.6

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