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Last I heard, Tom Morgan is not really my cousin-I just thought he was my whole life….but as a Morgan, he will forever be family, a brother in the biggest sense. Thing is, Tom has a radio show on investments that may be the longest running radio show in the US, not sure….and he writes this column…weekly. This week’s is just flat out great. That’s why it’s here. Enjoy!

Tom writes:

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    Just revealed: About 500 bald eagles have been killed by
    shotgun fire so far this year. Hunters bagged nearly 5000 since
    2007. Counting those that did not die, the shooters whacked
    13,000 the last five years.
    Once this news reaches the hinterland people will howl,
    you bet. They would howl if gunmen had shot 13,000 puppies or
    kittens. Or snail darters. Snowy owls or wild ponies.
    Do you suppose they would howl if the deaths were of
    5000 people? If they did, would the rest of us hear them?
    Well the figures above do not apply to bald eagles. They
    apply to people gunned down in America. People. The figures
    apply to Chicago. Yes, 500 killed since January in Chicago. And
    13,000 shot the last five years.
    Suppose guerrillas roamed in packs in Chicago, Detroit,
    Baltimore, St. Louis and Newark. Seriously. Guerillas like those
    who haunt Iraq and Afghanistan. Do you suppose Congress
    might call for action to wipe out the warriors? Do you suppose
    the President might declare war on them?
    If so, what do you suppose is holding them back? These
    cities are home to armed guerillas. Many of them operate in
    gangs. They terrorize people in countless neighborhoods. They
    shoot each other. They shoot innocents. Old men watering their
    lawns. Kids on their way to school.
    John Kass writing in the Chicago Tribune calls them “…
    feral boys, brandishing their guns in cars, waving their death
    sticks in rap videos, young African-American men who believe
    they have no future, waiting to die.”
  • Murders are all the rage in Chicago lately. But this carnage
    has been going on for years. And Chicago hits the headlines
    more because it is larger than the other cities I mentioned. The
    other cities have higher per-capita homicide rates than Chicago.
    Afriend in her 70’s guided me through her family photo
    album a few years ago. She grew up in the crime swamps of
    Cincinnati’s projects. “Here are all my aunts and uncles at a
    reunion. Uncle Fred, he got murdered. His brother Gus here was
    paralyzed in a shootout. Gert got killed. Hankie went to prison.”
    You see the news about the murders. You know there are
    lots of government programs meant to deal with them. Programs
    to help the communities deal with the violence. You know there
    is a lot of finger-pointing.
    People blame the cops. And racism. And Democrat
    machines that run these cities. And unions that won’t allow
    better schools. They blame welfare programs. Those that
    subsidize lifestyles that encourage families without dads.
    Politicians call for rebuilding infrastructure in these cities.
    But be honest. Do you see evidence of all-out warfare
    against these guerrillas? Do you have any sense that any leaders
    are trying to focus every resource against this horror? Do you
    sense our leaders have any sense of urgency about this
    nightmare?
    Or instead, do you get the feeling this nation’s approach is
    a higgledy-piggledy patchwork? My vote goes for higgledy.
    Sure would be nice if some leaders tackled this with fierce
    determination. Declared war. And enlisted forces from every
    corner of society. From business. From universities. From social
    agencies. From the police. From everywhere. And knocked
    political heads together.
  • You know they would if guerrillas invaded the posh
    suburbs around Washington. They probably would if hunters
    downed 13,000 bald eagles.
    America should be shamed we have done so little. Millions
    of our fellow citizens fear to walk their streets. Their color and
    origin have absolutely nothing to do with this. They are
    Americans. We have a moral duty to protect them. And to
    remove this cancer from their lives.
    From Tom…as in Morgan.
    Find Tom on Facebook. You can write to Tom at
    tomasinmorgan@yahoo.com.

 

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(There are no pictures-there are none any would want to see.)

I imagine Buddha, Gandhi or God might find that reading 30 people died was as painful as learning  six family members were killed. Otherwise, it’s difficult for most people to put a face on the dead they never knew. Maybe, that’s why the news that Isis has launched 20 attacks world-wide since 2014 that have killed 1200 people and wounded scores more doesn’t have many of us gnashing our teeth at a wailing wall.

But, what if, for just a moment, you and I imagined all 30 people killed today in Brussels were our direct family members(take a second or two-see their faces in death)….what then? Would we sit in our living room and listen to President hopefuls talk about the situation? Or, might we find ourselves banging fists through walls.

Sometimes, that bull-in-the-ring reaction seems well suited to charge ahead at any cost.

When does the talking stop and unified world-wide forces identify the enemy’s uniform and stomp those wearing it into beetle piss. A beautiful thing about life is that it holds so many truths, and here’s one of them: if no one is safe, then no one is safe. Simple.

Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness is a major charge the American people ask of their government. Isis is putting a bad wrinkle on that chink of armor, and doing it across the globe. People of Ankara ask why the two bombings in Turkey that left scores dead this past week did not get the same main stream waving flag of coverage that Brussel’s earned in just one blast.* Their point is well taken, but I think the central point has moved past outrage, past coverage, past detente, way past no boots on the ground.

If Americans and good people all over look outside what they should see, no matter what the weather, is war clouds gathering on our horizon. Isis will not stop random bombings unless they are made to stop. And it only figures Isis will not leave  American football games, parades or Times Square out of their sights. Trouble is, can Isis be made to stop? There’s a gut check question for a knee jerk reaction. Queasy-the only word.

History has well proven that wars do happen, and for each war there has been a cause, a reason for the conflict that those willing to fight and die could not deny. When Fathers, Mothers and Children of all ages are randomly slaughtered as they go to catch a plane, can the reasons for war be too far off?

Maybe, not having a choice will make this ensuing war easier, but I think not. “We have nothing to fear but fear itself?” Well, there’s an early death; that can’t be perfect. Still, the time is here. It’s time some good sides march left to right while the other good sides march right to left and together, the two forces must squash everyone in between that is an enemy of free life, free travel, community safety and civilized people.

The deadly bombings are happening across the globe far more than most American’s know. It’s past time for complaining about what we have to do about this ideological menace to the civilized world- we have to stand up, stop apologizing for what may or may not have caused the problem to begin with, and stop the murderers now. No one can change history, but many can stop these random bombings.

Isis can end, but only with a world-wide effort. Sadly, words will never be enough.

Franque23.

“ANKARA — For the fifth time since October, another bomb has rocked one of Turkey’s two biggest cities — Istanbul and Ankara — pushing the overall death toll in recent months to nearly 200 with hundreds more injured.”http://www.pri.org/stories/2016-03-22/paris-there-have-been-hundreds-terrorist-attacks-many-have-gone-unnoticed


Recently, a FB post caught my eye. It featured a Silver Back Gorilla signing as he expressed his feelings and thoughts about the Paris Climate Talks. It’s clear this animal has a certain degree of intelligence not thought possible by sooo many.  But what about Koko?  Just watch-http://www.koko.org/node/2195

Koko signs, Earth

Koko signs, Earth

Koko signs a whole bunch of stuff….

"I am Gorilla"

“I am Gorilla”

And then, also this-

"But Man stupid."

“But Man stupid.”

See? It’s freaky to realize this Gorilla knows what he’s talking about and has strong opinions on the subject matter. This video illustrates why I think hunters of Gorilla’s and all exotic animals must be stopped, and maybe what’s freakier than a signing gorilla is that many humans would hunt this animal down and kill him if they could.

In the end, for many of us there’s nothing like having a trophy-trophy wives,

According ot reports, Donald Trumps current wife wanted to show how sexy of a first lady she'd make....Some trophies need polishing, others, not so much.

(According to reports, Donald Trump’s current wife wanted to show how sexy of a first lady she’d make….Some trophies need polishing, others, not so much.)

or having a trophy husband,

 What?

(What?)

or a slew of trophy animal heads plastered on walls. All over the world there are groups of people who like killing someone’s spirit, or purpose, or gutting an animal that didn’t see the bullet coming.

Cecil the lion- how in god's name is killing this animal called sport?

Cecil the lion- how in god’s name is killing this animal called sport?

Much of the world was horrified by the slaughter of the great African lion, Cecil, but somehow that killer slipped through the knot of justice and danced his way to a future. He has much too much company in that regard.

This is dick-wade dentist Palmer who killed Cecil...this pic, however, is of another murder his proud to have committed.

This is the dick-wad dentist, Palmer, who killed Cecil…this picture, however, is of another murder he’s proud to have committed.

Bluntly, these animals who mankind allows to be slaughtered every day have intelligence,(that’s why they hide and run from humans-duh!)  Here’s a chance to watch Koko learning sign–fun. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNuZ4OE6vCk

All kinds of animals deserve so much better than to be hunted down by people in planes, boats, trucks, cars or on foot. Have you ever noticed how almost any animal you see crossing a road is running for their life? They have a concept of death, and a desire to live. This is why America should have a HUGE( i.e. in Donald Trump’s voice) building project to provide either overhead or underground animal passage ways across major roads and roads that traverse wildlife areas. Mostly, even our National Parks don’t provide this added protection for the life those authorities purport to value so much-

animals are intelligent, and they use these to live.

Animals are intelligent, and they use these to live.

Animals either know about the passes and use them , or they are taught to us them.

Animals either know about the passes and use them , or they are taught to use them.

Safe form traffic-now if we could only stop killing them.

Safe from traffic-now if we could only stop killing them.

But heck, we can’t even stop people from killing people, why would I expect we would care about the vanishing wildlife, the ones who can think well enough to survive if it wasn’t for us.

Thing is, we might lose our underwear next.....then what?

I’ve been thinking about people, and it’s occurred to me there’s a test we forget to take in school.

Intelligence is a bit of a nebulous term. Here we are, people with so-called intelligence who have built enough nuclear bombs to blow up our only world a zillion times over, and people routinely think nuclear power plants are a good idea even after the horrors those plant melt downs have already caused to our planet.

Fukushima still smokes today-do not inhale.

Fukushima still smokes today-do not inhale.

My mind keeps asking: so what's the lesson here?

My mind keeps asking: so what’s the lesson here?

I say there’s some sort of intelligence test people are missing; the human race needs to re-think things. Perhaps the biggest test for humanity is how we show mercy to the things we could otherwise kill. Do we just kill, or do we try to help.

As a kid, I loved seeing Theodore Roosevelt’s Sagamore Hill Estate-went maybe 50 times- with all the dead animal heads staring at me from their perch on the walls.

Dead heads, and not music lovers.

Dead heads, and not music lovers.

Now, the thought of Roosevelt killing all those animals for sport and me enjoying seeing the heads makes me want to throw-up, barf a bag full and then puke. Of course, times have changed, I’ve grown up, read, cared, so my thoughts on the matter of dead animal heads have changed. Why can’t Mankind grow up and learn as well?

When will we learn that the life around us has intelligence and should not be hunted, destroyed, but managed for the prosperity of the World. That answer is the correct one to seek for what should be Humanity’s next, new improved test.

Koko hopes we will pass…..

EXC PRINT BEFORE WEB / Help Koko be the "Voice of Nature." - Koko responds to a request to represent the "Voice of Nature" in a scripted PSA at the Paris Climate Summit (COP21). Koko is currently one of the only non-human great apes in the world who can "talk" to humans, and serve as an ambassador for endangered species source: The Gorilla Foundation / /Koko.org 1733 Woodside Rd., Suite 330, Redwood City, CA 94061 1 800-ME-GO-APE (1 800-634-6273)

EXC PRINT BEFORE WEB / Help Koko be the “Voice of Nature.” – Koko responds to a request to represent the “Voice of Nature” in a scripted PSA at the Paris Climate Summit (COP21). Koko is currently one of the only non-human great apes in the world who can “talk” to humans, and serve as an ambassador for endangered species source: The Gorilla Foundation / /Koko.org 1733 Woodside Rd., Suite 330, Redwood City, CA 94061 1 800-ME-GO-APE (1 800-634-6273)

Franque23


Finally, and in my lifetime, a glimmer of the truth about JFK’S assassination comes forth.

It’s reported today that newly released documents reveal that CIA people had not only failed to disclose what they knew about Lee Harvey Oswald’s involvement with their agency but also lied to the Warren Commission about so much more. He’d worked hand-in-hand with the CIA on assassination plots.http://finance.yahoo.com/news/were-learning-more-cia-cover-155047836.html

The lone gunman was never alone. No, he had rubbed shoulders for a long time with the CIA , working on several plots to kill Castro, even handing out CIA pressed literature upon the streets of Dallas that put the Cuban Leader in a bad light. It’s called, friends in high places.

How high did Oswald’s connections go? So high that the CIA instructed its witnesses to lie to the Warren Commission about his ties to the agency even though, they now admit, the truth would have led the Warren Commission’s investigations down a different path. It’s fair to conclude that never traveled pathway would have led right back to the CIA, to their people, the ones who knew more about the killing of our President than they told.

So now, years later, almost lifetimes later, we’re told by reporting agencies that the CIA testimony  to the Warren Commission was a lie, and that their witnesses were lying about the Oswald connection to the CIA, but  in any event the agency is still telling the truth about the actual assassination.(This is the main line reporting angle.)

What we have after this revelation is a lying agency who’s telling the truth?!?!?

It remains a mystery why someone would kill Oswald while in custody, or why the two cops were holding the only man who might spill the beans about the CIA in place so Ruby could accurately shoot him right in the gut.

Many who witnessed the Kennedy assassination say shots were fired from the grassy knoll on that tragic day in Dallas. Many specialists say Oswald could never have fired so many bullets in such a short amount of time. Many reports indicate several exit wounds were found on the President’s dead body. The CIA has said those claims are rumors, mistakes, not true. That’s an easy way to dump stuff under a bazillion pages of the Warren Report. Now, the CIA has dumped itself right into that same pit-they lied; they covered up the murder of President Kennedy.

Some say, follow the money if you want to find out who took it. Johnson became the next President. On the plane from Dallas, as he was sworn in, Lyndon Johnson shed no tears, but did take time to smile at the man winking his way….

Who wouldn't wink just after the president has been assassinated, right?

Who wouldn’t wink just after the president has been assassinated, right?

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The winking man is Albert Thomas, a Texas politician and at the time Chairman of the House Appropriations of Defense….

It's another no brainer.....

It’s another no brainer…..Wink; Wink;Wink…..

Everyone winks when they’re sad!!!

Everything's in hand...very cool, boss.

Everything’s in hand…very cool, boss. I’m soooo sad.

In fact, with President Kennedy’s brains still stuck to he vehicle he’d been riding,,, the plane ride back to Washington must have been a regular riot for Lyndon Johnson and his buddy Albert! And just think-so many more assassinations were yet to come!

Okay. I’ve mentioned this mysterious wink once before, the blog link is below. BUT, whatever you do, don’t miss Lyndon Johnson’s mistress saying Lyndon had told her that Kennedy would be finished, done, in a few days…just before the killing. http://whatreallyhappened.com/WRHARTICLES/jfk_lbj_wink.html

The CIA, the ones we trust-to spread that hogwash thinner…..?

Franque23

Book one, Avatar Magic, and book two, The Code of Avatar Magic are on kindle now. Please enjoy this Sci-fi romance.

Book one: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B0NYO80
Book two: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KXMIIOK

Link to older post.

https://franque23.wordpress.com/2014/07/15/photo-speak/


(Please don’t miss yesterday’s post: Pro choice; Pro abortion.)

I’ve been lurking about the crumpled pages of the gun debate.

I have to admit, Guns don’t kill people, people do, has a certain ring to it. It’s sorta how tooth brushes don’t brush teeth, people do!–NOT.

WPD’S= Weapons of People Destruction.

not your run-of-the mill linen closet....

not your run-of-the mill linen closet….

Recently, I heard Donald Trump remark that the latest killing in Oregon was a matter of Mental Health, the words inferring the issue is not so much one of gun control, but mental health. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this distinction slide from the mouths of people, gun lobbyists and NRA members. Here’s the point: the fact that a nut job who killed random people with a gun needed a mental health intervention before the act does not preclude the fact that having guns so prevalent in our society is a nightmare scenario that must be addressed. Twisting the two thoughts apart as though one negates the other is a sleight-of-thought maneuver well-greased with manure.

Yes, any person should be able to sit in a room with a loaded gun and not kill their friends over what tv channel to watch, flirtations, break ups, getting laid off, not laid, or just plain having a bad day while deciding they’re a super hero. So, it does appear in view of the scattered carnage that’s taking place in malls, schools, movie houses, homes, places of business and on our streets across the US that many American’s need some form of Mental counseling. Thing is, no one should be sitting in a living room that houses armor piecing bullets, automatic machine guns, bazookas, one million rounds of ammo, instructions on how to drive the tank out back, use the rocket launchers in the basement, or wear the bullet proof armor that’s stashed in the closet, either. To uncloud the issue, if a warmongering Armageddon is coming, none of these WPD’S will help anyone.

Getting back to the saying: guns don’t kill people, people do….Well, yes, people with guns kill people…and never ever, I’m gonna take this leap of faith, has a gun stood up and shot a person. See, the people do have a part in the killing, but if they had no gun, and merely pointed a finger and said, really loudly, BANG, not much would happen.  So yeah, guns are the killing point of the issue.

“But bad guys won’t obey the gun laws put in place!” Oy Vey, how many times have I heard this convoluted piece of illogical nonsense.

Again, everyday in every way and for every sort of reason, people drive through stop signs without stopping but, still, our country puts up stop signs-over 8 hundred million stops signs, 856,373,373 to be exact by the end of 2009, even though it’s well-known people will disobey that law. So yeah,  it’s foolish to think that a law shouldn’t be enacted because people will break it, or disregard the law. Laws stands for what we as a society thinks best.

It’s nice to debate-a huge part of the beauty of America is the freedom we enjoy to discuss the issues as loudly as we like- but at some point in time, the debating needs to end, the bell has to ring, and a winner declared.  Enough. Even an NRA enthusiast if they’d buried their college bound child this past weekend due to a madman shooting would agree, we need to clamp down on  weapons of people destruction here in America in every way possible by any available means.

One last thought,,, as an American you have the right to join state-run militias, and to do so , you have the right to own a gun…not stock pile an arsenal onto your kitchen shelves.* Please enjoy reading the 2nd Amendment.  “A well-regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.” The second part of this statement simply defines a condition that’s inherently necessary if one is to be a member of an actively run, STATE MILITIA…..Don’t think so? Find your view, or not, in the article linked….

Franque23 wants the US to stop, drop and roll. I want the murders to stop, or drop in number and to roll those weapons away.

*http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2012/12/19/does-the-second-amendment-only-apply-to-state-militias-liberals-are-making-the-case-but-we-look-at-the-evidence/

a part…from the link above-

The Argument for “Militia-Only” Gun Ownership

So well-worn is this argument that Justice John Paul Stevens used it in his dissent in District of Columbia vs. Heller ​(emphasis added):

The Second Amendment was adopted to protect the right of the people of each of the several States to maintain a well-regulated militia. It was a response to concerns raised during the ratification of the Constitution that the power of Congress to disarm the state militias and create a national standing army posed an intolerable threat to the sovereignty of the several States. Neither the text of the Amendment nor the arguments advanced by its proponents evidenced the slightest interest in limiting any legislature’s authority to regulate private civilian uses of firearms. Specifically, there is no indication that the Framers of the Amendment intended to enshrine the common-law right of self-defense in the Constitution.

As did Justice Stephen Breyer in the same case (emphasis added):

 The majority’s conclusion is wrong for two independent reasons. The first reason is that set forth by Justice Stevens—namely, that the Second Amendment protects militia-related, not self-defense-related, interests. These two interests are sometimes intertwined. To assure 18th-century citizens that they could keep arms for militia purposes would necessarily have allowed them to keep arms that they could have used for self-defense as well. But self-defense alone, detached from any militia-related objective, is not the Amendment’s concern.


Frank sings the blues

Frank sings the blues

Death never leaks its plans to the press, but it always leaves a calling card. It’s completely unwanted, but people flirt with it all the time.

“Hello, Gerald.” Frank had the friendliest way of saying hello, and he did it all by voice inflection.

“Everything okay?” Of course, I knew it was. I called Frank at least once a month since he rented one of our places, but over the nine years I’d known him we’d both come to know we were friends. He’d played at my house for two parties, and we’d jammed at his place and mine. No one had a stronger blues voice than Frank*.

*http://blueslightning.com/

“Sure. I’m playing this weekend. We’re a lead off band on a big concert and the chickens are layin'”.

Frank loved those chickens-he had about twenty-five and had named them all. Pets and eggs; it’s all good. I can’t help but cheer-up when thinking about his Colonel Sander’s look, his beard and smile.

the man's eyes twinkles and his soul glowed.

The man’s eyes twinkled and his soul glowed.

Some say they’d like to die in their sleep while all too many times I’ve heard people say that at least a terminal diagnosis gives people a chance to say goodbye. Either way, death is never good company-it’s most like a monkey on the back of the living no matter how distracted we keep ourselves as we go about our business.

Fallen soldiers, friends, family, random shootings in schools, movie theaters and malls, all serve as constant reminders that death doesn’t block the sun or cast a shadow. It just comes to all of us in good time, and at the worst of times.

Frank  Whitenack was a friend of mine**-a good man who died too soon like so many. I’d met him nine years ago after he’d gone through a recent divorce. His two children, a son and daughter, were so young then, maybe three and six. Then, as now, I’m so thankful we could help this man.

Thing is, Frank had his ups and downs, but he never let that affect how he treated others, or fathered his children. His cell phone always answered, “Hello, this is Frank Whitenack of Blues lightning. Please leave a message, and if this is Jonathan or Andrea, your daddy loves you.”

Frank rolled the blues out on the porch of the house I'd raised my family in, and I know those ol' house timbers loved the tunes.

This picture is taken in front of the house where Dale and I raised our family. Frank loved that house as we had. He rolled the blues most Sundays out on the porch of the house -practice time- and I know those ol’ house timbers loved the vibes.

“I don’t care if I have to play for free-I’m gonna play my music.” He made this promise to me eight years ago, and kept it. One thing I loved about this man is how he self-actualized his dreams. He stayed focused, and worked to make them come true.

No one worked harder at getting out there or being seen and heard than Frank. He’d play during a blue moon to mice on mars if he could book the date, and all for the money his hat might collect. His voice  was always on target from the get-go, and slowly, over the years, he emerged as a classic blues guitarist. The money started to come in; his first and only album was just the start. A serve case of hydro eczema on my finger tips eventually kept me from making music with him but we’d agreed on a course: I’d write books; he’d make albums. It was fun sharing our progress with one another. And, as bad as being robbed of my finger-tips is after playing guitar for forty years, losing Frank is as painful today. I just have to deal.

Frank never smoked; he didn’t drink. He had diabetes he managed well, but sometime four days ago things got complicated and after his short hospital stay, I got the news. Isn’t it odd how so much is going on all the time in our world with work, family, fun, or not, bills and appointments, but still this all can turn empty in an instant? Hollow time. Heavy air. Done and past. Over.

We’d made plans. Oh yeah, we were gonna lay down a few originals soon-no later than by the first of the year-that was our promise to each other.  Death has slapped us in the face with an abrupt end to a friendship that neither of us saw coming. It’s tough, this thing called life. You know, flat out Frank was a diamond of a man, and never in the rough, but always well polished.

Missing, hurting, plans turned sour, I hope Franks’ passing is worse for us than it is for him. I like to think there’s a peace to be found in death for those who pass, that there’s a light to follow when it happens to us, and that Heaven is now enjoying the best blues it’s ever heard. If that can be true, Frank will find a way to make it so.

Peace my Friend-I’m thinking an A chord works best, here. It’s the key  the universe makes as it hums along, and you fit in so well…Me? Rust is what I feel. Just when the world needs a tune-up, you leave us. Dang it, and worse.

Death, you have a crappy calling card.

Gerald-franque23.

** Dave Van Ronk, a classic Blues singer, recorded, He was a friend of Mine, around 1964. Frank’s voice had the same perfect blues quality-he would’ve killed killed this cover, hands down…https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=754sRFIHIrA

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