I wandered through my personal “no man’s land” today,
I’ve been on a news boycott for the last few days and
Have not had any sense of what is happening in the world.
It’s been wonderful.

I could not avoid it today,
A man has got to eat and from the calm sunny deck where I sat
To the yummy concoction of meat, rice, and veggies in the kitchen
Was the blasting of the orange one on television.

So this is a problem with open concept living,
There are no rooms to get away from television.
Since I’m intermittent fasting tv in general and boycotting news,
Especially, FOX News, I was…well…it rhymes with ducked.

I literally caught a max of two-minutes of that propaganda drivel
And I was drooling like a cheetah waiting to pounce on an antelope.
Why does it have that effect on me?
I’m middle of the road. I don’t like either political party.

My plate went half filled, my focus became the trek back to the deck,
I made it with only one snide remark and a shaking of my head.
It’s only July, watch we get locked down again and forced to watch,
Watch what, this election, the ads, the debates, the ridiculousness.

Please, can’t we just vote now?
Everyone already has chosen sides, hunkered down,
We’ve suffered enough this year, the last three really,
So someone show some mercy on this country. We could use a break.

I lost track of my faculties
When I was pouring black pepper
For the kick it would provide
Into my golden milk tonight.
Forgive me palette for ingredient distancing
While I was making the nightly tonic
For I was distracted
And gave a heavy-handed pour.

Almost immediately, I could taste the sting,
Honey, almond milk,
Even ginger and turmeric
Could not hold back the bite of the pepper.
Sneezy ensued, into my sleeve of course,
And my nose began running right away.
That’s what I get.

What I get for not paying attention,
For letting my guard down,
For allowing the President to get in my head
As he used the word, “negotiate,”
To describe helping the governor of New York
Somehow help the people who are sick
With this virus.

I should have blocked that out,
But I didn’t and lost sight of what I needed to do.
With the political bluster blowing through my head
I thought of my friends,
One whose husband works in a hospital,
Another whose son does the same,
And I worried about their families.
Then, I read of baseball players hoping to get back in the game.

My head was about to pop off,
We have people dying, I don’t care about a slugger’s broken ribs
Beyond him not getting sick with Covid,
Sports are not important like they once were,
They will be at some point,
But it’s not time yet, still too soon.
Each sip of the brew reminding me, “pay attention, focus.”

For the time is now for everyone to do their part,
To sacrifice, to think of others,
To understand that we spread the virus,
It does not find us and
When we don’t pay attention
A mound of pepper ends up at the bottom of a mug.
I won’t enjoy this batch,
But I’ll learn from it.

Early risers,
Just a few this morning,
It is Good Friday,
It is the day after the Mueller Report.
Maybe people are settling with God.
Maybe people are tired from
All the swamp soul selling.
At least a few early risers are here.


Note: This is a bit of a political rant… Just saying…agree or don’t, but be nice.

How great is that the President of the United States is planning his defense for potential charges that go against everything America stands for and then disinvites a championship team that is named after a national symbol, E-A-G-L-E-S because they believe in a person’s right to protest?

It’s not great at all, but that is the way of things in our country today. The Philadelphia Eagles, who won the Super Bowl, will not be attending the White House as has been the tradition for championship teams for some time now. The reason was that too few of the team members were going to show up, so Trump bailed. It’s great that the team, by standing up for what it believed and backing it up with several players planning to do charity work in DC rather than bow to the minister of deceit, have shown that we must stick up for what is right within ourselves. Further, the country is not about Republican, Democrat, or Trump, it’s about our laws and beliefs that we have certain inalienable rights, one being freedom of speech.

The President has shown again that he doesn’t believe in that right unless it’s about him.

Funny, I started writing this while listening to a suggestion by a fellow blogger that Some Girls by the Rolling Stones is a great album to listen to start to finish. Having never done it, I put my headphones on and started pounding away on the keys wondering if I stepped over some proper boundary in expressing my opinion about the idiocy that is happening in the ever-deepening swamp in my nation’s capital. Have I gone all rock and roll on this thing and put my invite to the White House in jeopardy? My first book of poetry is coming out soon and I’m sure I’ll get an invite or an offer to do an open mic in the White House. Yeah, right…

Let me say, I hope I haven’t ruined that opportunity if it even was a chance. I’d love to make a profit off the White House, it’s in vogue right now. Additionally, I have a great deal of respect for the office of the President. I know that the job is a no-win servitude, kind of like the Rolling Stones singing “Just My Imagination.” (Some acts should not be covered… All say, “NIXON.”) At least, however, the Stones’ version is acceptable, not an embarrassment, and catchy in that garage band-country crossover Rolling Stones way. 1600’s replay of the early 1970s political games, however, is far from respectful. The President seems to want to erase the slate of Nixon’s malfeasance, by rising to a higher level of whatever may or may not be Constitutionally allowed. And why, who knows, ego?

As it goes, the Eagles are probably better off. They don’t have to put up with ridicule for not being themselves. They don’t have to be associated with Russian diplomats and North Korean emissaries/spies as those two groups have been invited to chat with the Manhattan monarch. The Eagles should just be proud of being American and standing by their values and respecting the tenets of our country.

Hey, Congress…

BTW: Some Girls is worth a start to finish listening…Interesting that I like “Respectable” the best… I also realize that I’m late to the RS party. Unfortunately, in 1978, I was in the throws of a disco detox. Thank goodness for middle school, The Who, and The Eagles (coincidently).