Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Warsam Shire poem, Home

Home  a poem
by Warsan Shire

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.

no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.

you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten

no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough

go home blacks
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off

or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
be hunger
forget pride
your survival is more important

no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere

is safer than here


there is a great sadness
much has been written on this blog about (every place but also specifically about Africa;) the Congo, and Somalia, and 
unutterable strange violence
committed against women
their own men
their own home.
If you can bear it, read here:
for example,




It is to me a thing most curious, that within our species,
among our own families, 
power, strength, should be used to hurt..
Relational violence is mind-bending,
as this Power to Hurt and Control others is used to temporarily take the edge off of feelings of inferiority.
What a loss; 

how sad for us, that our culture has so many who will hurt those not only of their own species, but their very mates, their children.




Saturday, January 16, 2016

How to Stay Warm...Learn from Your Pet

Very nice collection

Lots more:


Pets stay warm

Animals keeping warm

Sunday, January 10, 2016

transformation of abused and neglected dogs: Butterscotch

OK, here is the good news: some people love their dogs.
Cry, with Love.

and, here is a proof that evil exists:


learn about these cold hearted people here:

Now. Here is a rescue with a good ending.

OK, here is a beautiful pic
( from The Calendar)
To cheer you...

Monday, December 28, 2015

The Mercy of Jesus

You do not understand the severity of your sins when you reject the abundant Love of the Christ.  Do not further wound His aching Heart by dismissing His Sacrifice and rejecting His Love.  


Ponder this:

There is no reason to state, with anger or sternness, comments about the sins of others.
Since we all have broken the bond of transparency and love with our Creator, and have even turned our back on Jesus crucified---have even provided some of the thorns by which our most gentle Brother was tortured---
Should we not be humble? Should we not be forgiving and mild?
Do we not sound like bombastic penguin-like sqwaukers kicking about when we shout about the sins of others?

And, if the goal is to lead others into a moment of contrition and grace, would there be a better path?

(I am not here discussing moments when policy is being developed or general conversation of good and evil, right and wrong...)

John 8:1-11New Living Translation (NLT)

A Woman Caught in Adultery

Jesus returned to the Mount of Olives, but early the next morning he was back again at the Temple. A crowd soon gathered, and he sat down and taught them. As he was speaking, the teachers of religious law and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in the act of adultery. They put her in front of the crowd.
“Teacher,” they said to Jesus, “this woman was caught in the act of adultery. The law of Moses says to stone her. What do you say?”
They were trying to trap him into saying something they could use against him, but Jesus stooped down and wrote in the dust with his finger. They kept demanding an answer, so he stood up again and said, “All right, but let the one who has never sinned throw the first stone!” Then he stooped down again and wrote in the dust.
When the accusers heard this, they slipped away one by one, beginning with the oldest, until only Jesus was left in the middle of the crowd with the woman. 10 Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?”
11 “No, Lord,” she said.
And Jesus said, “Neither do I. Go and sin no more.”

( it has been said that
 Jesus was writing in the dust the sins of 
the men who were standing there ready to stone her...)

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Juvenile bald eagle and mated pair.

A pair of Beautiful Bald Eagles, and a juvenile-!!-
Were eating a raccoon
near my house as I drove into town.

Don't see juveniles too much. Here is one from a few years ago

More pics:


They were gone when I returned but I brought some meaty bones from the grocery store to add...

And moved it into my line of vision in the house.

We shall see...

Bald Eagles



Huge hawk eating a squirrel
Pics and videos

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Oh, they're censoring "schlong" now?

(Trump is straight outta compton redux...)
So in light of the depraved filth on network tv, I find it laughable that they bleep out newscasters saying Schlong?!

They blur out Trump saying it too, at least they bleep out half of it, during the DOZENS of times they play it...


Everybody wanna be bad.

About twenty or thirty years ago
(20-30?! ?shut up!), the youts decided that gangsta and jersey and vulgar and fear and violence and pride and BADASS was a nice, feel-good, top-o-the-foodchain kinda thang.
According to sociologist Jackson Katz, young black males
sampled attitude and behavior from east coast organized crime stereotypes,
 young white males borrowed from young black males,
young women played along in order to be cool.

And while there have been thousands of books written about police brutality, black on black crime, poverty and disenfranchisement, self-determination, affirmative action, the way of nonviolence, hate and love...
the kids continue to follow the lead of the [vapid,  filthy   corrupt greedy manipulative, ultra violent] media, embracing much that is in-your-face, lewd, nasty, proud, badass.
In fact,
 media that are NOT depraved and revolting are impugned as weak, puritan, and hopelessly old fashioned....
and transcend all 
such attempts to categorize...)

OK back to Compton...

Those connected with the aging NWA, no doubt at least partially prompted by current affairs, have released a biopic recounting some of the issues around the badass scene that came outta a very dangerous place to live out on the west coast.

The movie has opened to generally positive reviews. It was full of humor, and the poignancy and politics and music notwithstanding, there was more laughter than any resentful anger at the showing i attended; (i cannot understand the need for increased police presence at theatres after the show, as some newspapers reported)...
The attitude represented in the flick has over time, to a certain depth, gone mainstream.

It struck me after the movie, that Donald Trump has captured and displayed the attitude of many who are tied into talkin' strong, being bad, taking no prisoners, and calling fools, fools. There are certainly enough people in the 12 to 65 year-old range to give him the leads reported in all the polls.

Insofar as Republicans go, those voters have been tricked, lied to, shanghaied and bamboozled election after election.
No matter what they vote their people in to do, when the politicians get to the Big Party they are shorn of their locks, they lose all courage, and they lick the Delilah boots that they are shown.

On the Democrat side, the party line has become indistinguishable from flat out socialism with some communistic toppings. Fine if it's what you want; for many democrats it is NOT their father's party and
 they are remembering all the things in the 60's and 70's that were very important to them being kicked to the curb and treated like garbage....(free speech, anyone)?

The elite in Washington, democrats and republicans, no longer care about what the population thinks; they no longer answer to the people. If they toe the correct line and lick the correct boots they are protected by the media, no matter how hypocritically they act or how hard they betray their constituents. If they do not bow, kiss and vote correctly, they are marginalized into nonexistence or destroyed.


To the kids, he straight outta compton....

Hoes, bitches, money, power, winners, losers, the GAME....

George Will, in his column, Trump is a Counterfeit Republican, states
"...Because the actual Donald Trump is wealthy, he can turn himself into an unprecedentedly and incorrigibly vulgar presidential candidate. It is his right to use his riches as he pleases. His squalid performance and its coarsening of civic life are costs of freedom that an open society must be prepared to pay...."

Prepared to pay?!

we are reaping what has been sown.

Jus sayin