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All the righties are typing today that the now famous nothing burger ‘memo’ exonerates Trump the Herald–this is insane*, and I’ve felt often this past year that many Republican voters are living on the tip of—crazy…but it’s not like they believe the world is flat, I’ve asked. (hmm, this is a sad commentary—right?)* 
Weirdest thing is over the years I kept hearing from the Republican voters I know (right but mostly wrong) that the Republicans are fiscally Conservative while the Democrats only want to spend, spend, spend…. so then President Turnip comes along with his tax cut for the rich and a bogus super expensive wall and they don’t budge an inch of loyalty!!!(The report said the border wall could cost nearly $70 billion to build and $150 million a year to maintain. An internal report by the Department of Homeland Security said the wall could cost about $21.6 billion, not including maintenance.Apr 18, 2017) These two provisions will bankrupt our country to the point where most programs designed to help the middle class or the less fortunate will lose funding. And one small but meaningful tangent of Trumpet’s  Sound! entire immigration quagmire means we all can’t wait to pick lettuce, celery, most vegetables and all of our fruit! These are the jobs American’s are waiting for! Hip, Hip Hurrah? Make us all pick strawberries so we can be ‘Great’ again?!?!?

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So the point is, Republican voter’s ‘loyalty’ really has nothing to do with the agendas of the Republican Party, it’s something deeper… perhaps an ingrained mindset that Liberals are bad no matter what??? And then there’s an invisible line between those who are prejudice and those who are not, and that line seems to align and lie to some degree between the Democrat and Republican voters.
Two different party names match two different mindsets.
 Two different people.

Rrrump’s family fortune was founded on running a whore house, stop dancing around it…let’s say that’s okay, a long time ago, right? But Donald Trump has been accused of 19 counts of assault and/ or rape by 19 different women,(here’s a complete list…**) plus, he’s been taped as saying he grabs women by the pussy when he wants. That’s your pussy, (any female reading this….). Are you okay with Donald thinking he can grab your pussy whenever he wants? If so, exactly what is your  religious affiliation? I can’t think of a one that would say, claim, grabbing women’s pussies is okay…So why do you support this man? Just answer while talking about this man, Donald Dump, don’t give me any side shuffle to Hillary or anywhere but to THIS man-who he is, and what he said on tape. Again, why do you or anyone besides the super rich stand by this lump of a shlump man?

Trump is a dumpster fire of mind-numbing proportions.  This is why his hair looks like wisps of smoke.

To be clear, it’s not how Plump looks or what he’s done as a bully during his life that turns me against just about everything he says or does. It’s the agenda President Chump pushes as a wedge to divide American voters and America from the world about us that bothers me. Is it time to mention World War III? Hopefully, when the White house was last renovated someone had the good sense to disable that phone  in the oval office that Grump can supposedly use to call for nuclear launches. That would be prudent.

“Oy Vey, why me?” is often a call asked of God. I say, “Oy Vey, why Trump?”  And all this at the time when the world is about to progress to wind and solar and other types of clean energy. When the world is about embrace a world-wide unity brought on by the event of Facebook and the internet. Just when the world is in dire need of peacemakers we get Trump who seems hell bound on the destruction of so much American’s hold dear: Liberty and our Constitution.

Trump has made a mockery of our beloved American way. At best, Trump is a crap-shoot in every sense of the word.

Franque23

 

**https://www.npr.org/2016/10/13/497799354/a-list-of-donald-trumps-accusers-of-inappropriate-sexual-conduct

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I worry. I do worry for Trump’s safety.

“He can blow me!” I’ve heard it said.

“I love the man.” I’ve seen it written.

“Make America great again!” Everyone heard the call that was confusing to some, but it rallied voters.

Thing is, Trump’s successful romp through bankruptcies,  scores of litigation, forthright allegations of sexual abuse and a new world’s record of flip-flops, no wait, of merely not making any position he has clear but that he’d build a wall that Mexico would pay for (except we would pay for it), is a montage of miraculous wonderment.  WTH?!?!

There are few groups left Trump hasn’t lambasted, outed in tweeter rants or belittled. Muslims love the guy, right? China is excited about his position on Taiwan. Some Mexican’s might love to have the guy for dinner-literally. The disabled feel ridiculed-did a man running for President actually imitate a disabled person while on stage?-and women may have to stop wearing skirts when he’s in the room. Of course, with the NRA in America and world-wide wholesale weapon sales, a few of these groups may have guns. Right?

There’s a right and wrong way to get what you want in America-ask Bonnie and Clyde. Trump needs to understand this basic principle.

Working within the system is important.

Working within the system is important.

Then again, it takes guts to right a wrong as the first woman to run in the Boston Marathon found out.

Men attacked the first woman to run in the race....

Men attacked the first woman to run in the race….

Good intentions, truth, what is right shines from within, and no amount of misguided thought can dim that light.

And it all could be so different if only Donald would leave his combatant life style behind and embrace his new-found success. He’s pushed through enough electoral votes to win the Presidency of the United States. Now is not the time for him to dice up the country as though he was engineering a hostile business merger-a take over.

The people surrounding Donald Trump aren’t helping him transition in a successful way.

Trump bites back when he needs to cajole his opponents, not contest them. Trump  needs to persuade, not invade other people’s ideas. When he needs to inveigle people, he enrages them.  For every wheedle he should make, he needles the point instead and makes people sore. Where he should coax, he’s a backwash of shellac; a call for charm seems to prompt him to cause harm, to be verbally abusive, almost child-like, a school yard bully in uppity clothes.

Why? Why can’t Trump relax in his new skin and put on the cloak of negotiation?

Trump needs to wear a new set of clothes.

Effective methods used to gather America’s greatest thinkers and politicians alike would yield Trump real power. If I learned one thing from being a head negotiator for a powerful union it is this: true power does not come from discord, but from keeping your friends close and your enemies closer.*

Someone in the know, for Trump’s sake, for America’s sake , needs to talk to the new President elect and make him see the world in a different light-turn on the light  so to speak.

Someone has to pull this switch, and change Trump.

Someone has to pull this switch, and change Trump.

Trump needs to change if he is to become a successful President.  No one can bankrupt a country and enrage the world and walk away with the profits.

Trump's banging himself over the head with his own words.

Trump’s banging himself over the head with his own words; he won’t cash in.

Trump can change. It’s never too late to change. Thing is, Trump has to change.

The world can only hope. For more on this, here’s  a link to an article that says this all better than I could hope to.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/01/18/opinion/retweeting-donald-trump.html?&moduleDetail=section-news-3&action=click&contentCollection=Opinion®ion=Footer&module=MoreInSection&version=WhatsNext&contentID=WhatsNext&pgtype=article&_r=0

Franque23.

  • *Sun-tzu
    Chinese general & military strategist (~400 BC)

It's a good time to appreciate one another.

It’s a good time to appreciate one another.

I have to say that John Lennon’s song, So This Is Christmas- War is Over, often runs  on the background hard drive of my brain during the holiday time. The promise of peace looms in my soul somewhat like those three-day work weeks my generation was told we’d live to see, and all due to technological advances that were to come.

Some promises are hard to hang on to.

Some promises are hard to hang on to.

At times things don’t work out as planned.

Today, this glob writer has much to be thankful for. I’m thankful for readers in 82 countries who have clicked in almost 6 thousand times this year to check out what’s banging thru my head on a weekly basis. I have a home, and a lake home, a beach home and rentals to boot, and all from once having hitch-hiked 30 miles to a flea market with all the wares I had to sell on my back. I could go back to even worse times in my life, but I won’t. The simple truth is I’ve been lucky to live the American dream-moving from very little to something that is more than enough. And I have good friends. My job? Being a children’s librarian is about as good as it gets, but at 67 I can actually see the switch on the light at the end of the tunnel so, with luck, I’ll retire someday too soon for me. I’ve five books written. three are on Kindle and a fourth is about to come out -if I can just let go-and that’s all a blast.

This year could go head to head with any other I've had and come out well.

This year could go head to head with any other I’ve had and come out well.

It’s difficult at times for me as an American to realize much of the world’s people don’t have enough to live. It’s easy to look away.

It’s easy to forget the Lakota and other tribes still stand in freezing temperatures hoping to stop the pipeline.

I try to envision Isis truly being stopped, or morphed into a place where negotiation is possible. I still dream of massive food airlifts like the kind America ran in WW II being broadcast throughout the middle East as a huge international peace effort. Food, not bombs. I’d rather police use tranquilizer bullets when shooting people who are running away or held upon the ground by other police. Of course, our law people need to be safe as they go about their job of helping our society function.

At this point, American politics is a mosh pit of speculation. Is a boom or bust coming? Will the next four years or so be a drat splat dump we will wish to flush away in the future, or will these coming years be an awakening of a whole new kind of world-wide détente?Is prosperity our future?

Will Americans ever see anything eye to eye.

Will Americans ever see anything eye to eye.

Some things are certain; the sand-hill Crane still fly south in the winter; migrations continue all over the world. Species extinctions are too prevalent and the sea levels are rising. Whether or not we have global warming, we all know CO2 emissions are not the way to go for the future of Mankind-so why the debate about global warming when the issue is emissions/pollution? Sometimes, I wonder-what’s up with the misdirection.

The graph reveals the human toll due to outdoor air pollution in 2008,… Of all major global health risks, outdoor air pollution in the form of fine particles is found to be dangerous for public health - contributing annually to over 2 million premature deaths worldwide. The WHO global study ranks air pollution as one of the top 10 killers in the world.

The graph reveals the human toll due to outdoor air pollution in 2008,… Of all major global health risks, outdoor air pollution in the form of fine particles is found to be dangerous for public health – contributing annually to over 2 million premature deaths worldwide. The WHO global study ranks air pollution as one of the top 10 killers in the world.

In the end for now, we did just have Christmas, and we can hope for a happy New Year. Let’s hope together that we have nothing to fear but fear itself. Let’s hope those who want to move forward in a kind, loving way that ‘s good for all species, the Earth and it’s people win the day.

One million children meditating for world peace in 2016

One million children meditating for world peace in 2016

So many of us pray for World Peace.

So many of us pray for World Peace.

Kindness, Truth, Justice and Life has to prevail. We can make it so-that’s the great part.

I looked different at 23 than I do today at 67, but I feel about the same inside, my hopes, dreams and aspirations for Mankind remain about the same. Is it the same for the Earth? Is there an ongoing, eternal hope we know little about?

23 doesn’t look like 67, but I feel about the same today inside as I did back then. My hopes, dreams and aspirations for Mankind remain about the same. Is it the same for the Earth? Is there an ongoing, eternal hope we know little about?

Peace. It's a wonderful bloom.

Peace. It’s a wonderful bloom. Let’s plant that flower.

Franque23 hopes you’ll forward this glob. Cheers

Thanks for being you.

Thanks for being you.


(Please don’t miss the footnote…..)

Disastrous  social change does not always start with a bang, gong, bells ringing or sirens issuing warnings. No, social upheaval usually starts with a whimper, a few soft-spoken words that touch a nerve. No leader of what is to become mass hysteria starts with the words, “I will crush you.” At first there are gatherings that turn into patriotic parties and then feel good stickers, hats and flags are passed out. Uniforms might follow.

I’ve heard people ask if Trump could really become another Hitler. Well, that seems a stretch, or does it? More, is the question already answered? Are the social pressures the same in America today as they were in Germany when the charismatic leader of the German Worker’s Party fully took over in 1933? It would seem so. Are the words Trump uses today to unite his followers much like those used by Hitler in 1931? Yes.*(Interesting facts in this footnote.)

In 1931, when Hitler began to draw crowds to his meetings, Germany’s middle class was in upheaval. Basic food necessities out striped what workers could earn in a week, while a well to do class, the Jewish shop keepers, intelligentsia and mid-government/management officials were better off than most. Plus, there was the hated Gypsies, an outside group, who were held responsible for most crime that took place throughout the country.  Most German’s wanted their country to be what it once had been-a society dominated by law,  economic fairness in the work place and upward mobility.

d00a4990-5d76-4524-afc4-5e220142c771Hitler with Ford—he was not always hated.

Trump promises to make America great again while blasting immigrants, pointing to corruption among bankers, management and know nothing intellectuals and berating Congress—he says all are the true causes of America’s decline. “I love the poorly educated.” Donald Trump. (2/2016)**

When Hitler spoke of the New Reich it gave Germany’s frustrated workers a place to believe in once more. By 1933, children followed their parent’s lead without question.

Children join the new society of Germany

Children join the new society of Germany(1932)

It's time to join us.

It’s time to join us.

On the night of January 30, 1933, Nazis held parades and cheered for Adolf Hitler, Germany’s  new Chancellor. Two months later, Germany’s Reichstag-the equivalent of America’s Congress-gave the new chancellor dictatorial powers above and beyond that of the aging President.

There were huge marches held under blazing lights to the sound of thundering feet.

There were huge marches held under blazing lights that boomed to the sound of thundering feet.

The fervor for a new, improved Germany grew-the gatherings were thrilling to attend for most.

The fervor for a new, improved Germany grew-the gatherings thrilled many.

At first, the good-hearted souls of united Germany sang songs of protest in front of shop owners thought guilty of charging too much for their goods. It was a protest and few , if any, could conceive of gassing people to death for their wrongdoing…that wasn’t in the picture below.

But for others, the unification was frightening, and it had left them out, unless wearing a bulls eye could be considered membership.

But for some, the unification was frightening, and it had left them out, unless wearing a bull’s eye could be considered membership.(See the worried shop owners in the back…)

At first, Nazis members merely sang songs and stood in lines to protest the wrongs of society.

Soon, a forced unification began throughout Germany that joined all groups, civic or political, as Nazis or they were disband.(1933)

rrare112-4The rallies grew in number and attendance. Common workers, men, women and children were awed by the promise of a new Germany. But first, the emphatic speaker, Hitler, made clear that all enemies of Germany had to be removed if the plan to improve Germany was to succeed. The roving bands of Gypsy criminals were the first to be collected. One arrest led to the next…

The fervor for success and prosperity spread throughout Europe.

Happy and excited crowds saluting Germans at Schwarzach/St. Veith during Hitler's Austrian election campaign.

Happy and excited crowds saluting Germans at Schwarzach/St. Veith during Hitler’s Austrian election campaign.(1938)

Crowds can be misleading; charismatic speakers dangerous.  The rest of what happened for those who mistakenly followed Hitler is a history we all know. Will history be repeated? The times of social unrest in America seem to make it possible. Americans perhaps now more than ever before need to tread lightly, and vote with an awareness of life’s possibilities.

A man who claimed to love children....

A man who claimed to love children….

A man who appeared to loved animals of all sorts...

A man who appeared to loved animals of all sorts…

A man who could make some many happy

A man who could make so many happy…

Adolf_Hitler_in_Paris_1940 a man who could be so successful, for a time.

could bring people to this....

could bring people to this….

Or the 1st  Warsaw uprising massacre….

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Resistance fighters were dragged form their shops or shot on sight. What else was to be done?

 

And so much worse-

Don't think ideas cannot hurt us....

Don’t think ideas cannot hurt us….

The new surging call for change in America can be crippling or helpful to our country. Do you trust your candidate? What have the candidate’s said; what do they say now? If elected, what might that candidate do? Come November, it will be gut check time for Americans.

Peace-vote in November with caution.

Franque23.

*It’s interesting to read about Hitler’s rise to power in light of Trump’s rise to power, and with regard to how many of us truly can’t comprehend Trump supporters. Did you know that in 1920 Hitler had been convicted of Treason, but, through situations, spent less than a year in jail, and in 1930 Goebbels was tried for High Treason? The Nazi’s party and it’s power took time to grow, but one spring board was the Treaty of Versailles-the populace didn’t like the terms of the agreement( though different in construct-think NAFTA) and most of Hitler Brown Shirts, the SA, were ex-soldiers who fought in WW ll. By 1930, most Germans thought the Gypsies were responsible for the majority of crime in the country.(think Mexican’s and Muslims) In the end, what proved to be a beginning, a head of Hitler’s SA was shot in 1930 by a leftist who thought the strong leaning Nationalists(Nazi’s) were crazy. Three years later Hitler came to full power. He disband the Parliament which everyone thought/knew was corrupt(think our congress) and had himself appointed leader of Germany. All the time, his Brown shirts, ex-military, did the muscle work he needed to get done to gain control. So maybe not over night, but in time, movements can come to fruition, and one assassination can flip any amount of sense to madness.

**http://nationalreport.net/banned-berlin-donald-trumps-remarks-get-tossed-germany/

 

crowd-of-germans-adults-and-children-some-dressed-in-nazi-brown-shirt-cwbrjw

Really?

 

 


(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


Boom! My old stompin’ grounds college is once again up there in the rankings… U.S. News & World Report ranked Gettysburg #29 on their Best Undergraduate Teaching list and #48 amongst liberal arts colleges nation-wide. The Princeton Review named Gettysburg both a Best Value College and a College that Creates Futures, citing our historic location, distinctive programs, interconnected curriculum, and innovative career plan as attributes deserving of this recognition. Furthermore, The Princeton Review ranked the College in the top 20 for athletic facilities, campus food, happiest students, students who study the most, and for student participation in intramural sports.

The Gettysburg campus is surrounded by what once was a civil war battlefield. The open area in the  picture below that’s marked by crossing walkways is where the dead were buried during the Battle of Gettysburg- the field area is in the middle of the campus.

Aerial view of Gettysburg College campus and beyond

Aerial view of the Gettysburg College campus and beyond

I went to Gettysburg College and rattled around its halls of enlightenment when the building used as the war’s battle hospital still stood and had been converted into the college’s Administration building. None of that has changed today.

This renovated building was once the hospital used during the battle of Gettysburg.This renovated building was once the hospital used during the Battle of Gettysburg.

Some homes in the town were said to have been standing at the time of the battle, and by 1970 there were still places a person could see bullet marks in stone walls that were made during the Battle of Gettysburg. Some living in town had relatives who’d fought in the battle. The history of the town and the battle fascinated me…still does.

The area had hard winters.....

The Gettysburg area has hard winters…..

Glatfelter Hall, Gettysburg College- and beautiful springs... a year equally divided by four season.

Glatfelter Hall, Gettysburg College-Let the skull knocking begin!

and beautiful springs… a year equally divided by four season.

I spent hours walking the battlefield(should’ve been studying) during my undergraduate stay at the College. The surrounding hillsides and woody areas mostly remained as they had been during the Civil War battle. The newer electric map building and attraction now in Gettysburg had not yet been built, but other monuments marked specific places like, Big and Little Round Top and the Devil’s Den. These monuments could give the strongest of will cause to pause. Simply, the monuments hosted real photos taken only a few days after the epic battle of the very spot where the stone markers stood in the 1970’s; the ground just after the battle had been littered with bodies, cast off guns, shredded clothing and boots that were no longer needed.

Civil War enthusiast, Steven B. Rogers, writes : ”

 The second photograph, also taken by Alexander Gardner, is perhaps one of the best known images from the Battle of Gettysburg . . . My introduction to this image was during my first visit to the Gettysburg battlefield in the summer of 1965, when I became fascinated with Devil’s Den, an aggregation of huge granite boulders at the base of Little Round Top…. While climbing around these boulders… I came across a stone wall erected in a crevice between two boulders.  Nearby was a plaque describing how Devil’s Den had been a Confederate redoubt during the battle and from where Southern sharpshooters picked off Federal soldiers ensconced along the summit of Little Round Top.  And there was the photograph of a dead young sharpshooter crumbled behind that very same wall.  It haunts me to this very day; amidst the wholesale slaughter of that battle, here a single soldier fought and died alone.”

I saw that same monument-this is the photographic we saw.

I stood where this man's ashes had infused with the earth.

I stood where this man’s ashes had infused with the earth.

I’d spend hours staring at those historic photos, and soon came to wish that none of it was true. Was this a battle that had to be fought? Does every battle have to be fought, or, is every battle that has ever been waged a travesty of the human spirit? Perhaps, there is a blue-grey area that exists between the white and black of the issue of war, right or wrong, waged, forgotten, or never fought. I’d stared at the photographs of the dead and wondered.

The same large boulders, caves, crevices and dirt I stood by had been captured in the old photos and displayed right before my eyes in real time-only the bodies seen in the photographs were gone. It was possible to stand in the exact place a young Union or Confederate soldier had died; one monument pictured a young man in uniform who had come to his end while sprawled out across the very rock I used as a foot rest. The man was so motionless, so silently dead. Other solders lying face down, firmly twisted by death had fallen on the same slope I sat upon while viewing photos of their lifeless bodies. Creepy, but moving.

I walked by here....

I walked by here….

I walked across this field....

I walked across this field….

It was easy to walk from Big Round Top through several grass fields, across one or two state park roads to a fence where Pickett’s charge had begun.  The Union lost 1,500 men during the battle and the confederates suffered 2,655 casualties with 500 dead. Those boys died in the fields between the fence and Big and Little Round top.

It was, in part, these men who decided the monuments would show real pictures of the human carnage that had taken place….

The Florida Monument Commission pictured at Devils Den , Gettysburg three months after the battle..

The Florida Monument Commission pictured at Devils Den , Gettysburg, PA. three months after the battle…

Thing is, the best I can make of it, those once real photographs have been replaced by elaborate monuments that seem more like Caricatures of Battle, not the real view of the battle’s  horrific truth.

Here I come to save the day! One of today's picturesque monuments found on the Gettysburg Battle field....

Here I come to save the day! One of today’s picturesque monuments found on the Gettysburg Battle field….

Compare a photo of truth to the monument above….

No one saved him.....

No one saved him…..

What concerns me is this: not seeing the truth makes the truth impossible to deal with, to change if need be.  During the Nam years, TV showed our soldier’s  bodies draped by flags being brought home on a nightly basis as they came out of a plane. This helped stir our country to stop the war. What if we’d seen brightly colored balloons float out of the plane, each representing a dead soldier, instead?

My thinking is this: before we can stop the murder, we have to see the death.

I’m not sure what has made me so adamantly hate war, whether it was seeing those pictures on the battle field or just the general movement of my time- the Beatles music and the oh so important Peace Movement of the seventies. Then again, my feelings may have been provoked and then solidified by the excellent education offered me while I attended Gettysburg College. Because of my time spent there, I say without doubt that a Liberal Arts education is an excellent way to broaden a person’s breadth of knowledge, their patience, compassion and wiliness to accept new and/or improved ideas.

this is me on the left just before I started college...My sister , an Iowa State grad, and my brother, Ed, a Harvard Grad and my ever musical, always arty grad school teaching mom....

This is me on the left just before I started college…My sister , Sharon, an Iowa State grad, and my brother, Ed, a Harvard Grad ,and my ever musical, always arty O.B. U. grade, school teaching mom….

I’d turned down requests from Harvard’s wrestling coaches to follow in my brother’s footsteps and apply to that University, and not taken Bucknell up on their standing offer. NO! I chose Gettysburg College thinking the academics would kill me in the other two schools. Ha! That was a laugh of a thought. It turned out, I nearly flunked out of Gettysburg, and those classes featuring sometimes less than fifteen students led by teachers who could rake through my head and knew what I was thinking before I could write it down nearly killed me! My brother, a Harvard Grad., told me later he thought Gettysburg College was harder to get through than Harvard’s undergraduate programs. This may be true.

A small, conservative school hosting a tight student body and co-eds who seemed to be all Einstein’s-that was Gettysburg College when I knew it.  Although I had some serious ups and downs while attending college, I can only think of Gettysburg College as a blessing in my life. Now, as I have written this blog for seven years that’s read in 56 countries, and have the three book series, Avatar Magic,* out on Kindle, I know my education there has given me strength, a certain degree of insight, a foothold in life that has never failed me and a sense of peace. Of course, I’ve used the education I received while at Gettysburg a zillion times over during my 21 year-long employment as a Library Specialist with the Alachua County Library.

Education-the Liberal Art Degree-the gift that keeps giving.

I didn’t graduate from Gettysburg College with a B.A. in English until I was about 40-that’s a long story- but the day I received my degree I held it high over my head and said, “This is something no one can take back!” This is true in so many ways. In a world rushing toward specialized education within single framed fields of study, I say the Liberal Arts education cannot be matched.

And what of  the lives that were lost at Gettysburg during the Civil War Battle of Gettysburg? Those lives can’t be matched, either.  The dead never speak to us again directly, and all they might have achieved goes through our hands as flesh goes to dust. All died for a cause, one as mysterious as the next.

Peace-my wish for this Holiday Season.

Franque23


America came through for those who needed help in WW 11...we can again.

America came through for those who needed help during WWII-we can do it again.

 

133 million x 25 dollars =

three billion three hundred twenty-five million dollars.

That’s how many people voted in the US 2012 election-133 million people. If those people could all unite behind one idea, what would that idea be, and what could they do?

The answer to those questions are the ones that point to who will be our next President. Winston Churchill would attest, times of trouble can bring forth great leadership opportunities. Now is the time in America, and in the World, for a leader to emerge as the one who can have vision, unite all those who hate terrorism, and forge a forceful front to defeat that beast. But how?

I’ve a plan that just might work. Refuges the world over are hungry, displaced, starving.

Step one.) America, it’s leader-whoever that might be now and in the near future should initiate a collection of funds from all voters, my selected amount would be 25 dollars per person, and arrange that every dollar, without question, or crime, be allocated to the sole purpose of funding huge, massive international airlifts of food to those in need due to the killing Isis rebels.  This would be a non-partisan, unilaterally funded organization bent on beating back the hell terrorists are using to lash our world-wide citizens.  This fund from just those who bothered to vote here in America would yeild….three billion three hundred twenty-five million dollars. This does not factor in any other countries that may want to join in this effort.

Step two) We food drop tons of food, but leaflets as well*. We take a page from American efforts in WWII to alert the Japanese of a coming  disastrous bomb and use those same methods to alert people to the efforts world-wide being taken to restore their lives, to supply food. We use those leaflets to infuse the populace with information about the World’s side on this issue of  Isis murder.
Step three) We use Japan’s Tokyo Rose idea, one they used in WW 11 to disseminate Pr disgracing our place in the war effort, and broadcast night and day the truth of the matter on as many frequencies as we can . That people world-wide hate the Isis murderous tactics.

 

 

Step four) We use every up-tempo computer link technology to alert all those on-line about what the air lifts are doing, why the World Leaders are doing them, and how the radical Isis group is hated World-wide, and should be defeated….

 

To me, asking Americans to  sacrifice for the good of humanity is a no brainer—-just research all the sacrifices American’s made during World War 11 to help defeat the enemy.  I’m just saying-Americans have always been game when it comes to doing what’s right.We do have the resources to defeat Isis in their own world-wide game of terror. America does have the power, the means and the will. We only need now for someone to direct us, to take the reins. Hillary, anyone running, should hear this plea and lead our mega nation into absolute action. Indecision has never been the American way….we can finance air lifts, mobilize PR units up the kazoo, and vitalize a populace that’s had enough.  Who will be the leader to see we are waiting-and all about winning this war to restore peace throughout the World?

 

I’m asking a Democrat to answer the call, but I’ll follow any American who has the chops to take the lead.

The silence during the last Republican and Democratic debates about what to do about Isis has been deafening….I hope they hear my answer.

 

Franque23

 

*Aircrews from the United States Air Force, the BritishRoyal Air Force, the Royal Canadian Air Force, the Royal Australian Air Force, the Royal New Zealand Air Force, and the South African Air Force[3]:338 flew over 200,000 flights in one year, providing to the West Berliners up to 8,893 tons of necessities each day, such as fuel and food.[4] The Soviets did not disrupt the airlift for fear this might lead to open conflict.[5]

By the spring of 1949, the airlift was clearly succeeding, and by April it was delivering more cargo than had previously been transported into the city by rail. On 12 May 1949, the USSR lifted the blockade of West Berlin. The Berlin Blockade served to highlight the competing ideological and economic visions for postwar Europe.” Common knowledge.


 

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Here, now, it is easy to see how beautiful the World could be if we could only connect as the People we are. If only we could just leave the politics of War behind us and embrace all the meaningful connections that have recently become available to us as a Mankind via the internet. If we could just give up every cause except for the cause of Peace perhaps we could then progress as the united People we truly are. If only we as a People could pass through the ‘door’  life opens  without seemingly closing it on our own fingers!
 
My friend could be one of these children pictured.

My friend could be one of the children in this  picture.

I was certain I had the drop on reality back in the days of the Vietnam demonstrations.  What could America be thinking? How could a country as great as ours be crawling through hand dug sniper and supply tunnels in the hopes of killing a thousand more soldiers who were mostly under the age of 14?History had proven fighting in this area was a losing cause and History’s pages were once again being numbered by the American body bags and coffins now arriving daily here at ‘Home’.

The mirror told me my long hair, various beard styles and heart felt yearnings made me somehow someone who now was  in the know. Plus, it was as much fun to flip the Peace sign to those of us who agreed with it  as it was to flip the Peace sign to people you knew it would piss off. Hey, come on, I was twenty and there were a lot of people over 30 who  Rubin said I shouldn’t trust.

The more I flipped people off the more I knew our soldiers had to come home and come home now. “Hell no, we won’t go”! It’s “one, two, three what are we fighting for?”-that was the question and I knew I had the answer: we were fighting for money, natural resources and for the geographical advantage this land might give us when fighting ,yet again, the next war. It was very simple, straight and clear-unlike how my head often was back then.

Sometimes God, the Great Spirit, seems to have a very special sense of humor right? I recall the time, after having been raised as a Southern Baptist, I spent nights praying a righteous man would come into one of my daughter’s life. And he did. Oddly though, he was and is of the Mormon Faith-you see I’d been brought up in church to think this one Faith was full of  followers who were surely going to Hell. Perfect!

It was,  however, years after my marching, peace flipping, sign carrying, know it all days,  when I got a glimpse into how God not only has a sense of humor, but also a special talent for teaching .

Now, I’m remembering my days as an Oaks Mall Store Manager-Cutlery World, soon to be owned by Hoffritz, needed a manager. I found a landing there for five years as just that. College students filled the part time positions and when I took over the shop a young lad name Viet Do had already been working there for 2 years. He knew the ropes; me, basically, I knew nothing. Kindly he showed me, now his boss, how to run the 23 mode register, do inventory, stocking, displaying and central ordering. Near the end of his time there I simply asked him of his childhood.

This is what Viet-Do he told me…

‘I grew up in Vietnam during the war. My family supported the U.S. I lost cousins in the fighting. The fighting filled my childhood life-my fears, dreams, daylight hours, my future plans and all my friends’ lives as well. We all knew people close to us who had died or who had someone near to them die in the fighting.

The war was now said to be lost, to be ending. My family had several years ago come to live in Saigon. My last day there I lived in the middle of a high rise apartment building- the U.S. had landed helicopters on the roof  to rescue those they could. At the same time, the Vietcong were quickly entering the bottom of the apartment building  pulling the occupants out on to the streets below. Some of these people had children who were my friends. The people, some my friends, were being executed down on the streets as I watched from my apartment window.

My family did not know who would get to our door first, the Vietcong or the U.S. soldiers. The answer to this question would mean the difference between life and death for me, my sisters and for my whole family-we could only wait. The answer came. U.S. soldiers grabbed my sister, me and my parents. We hurried above to begin our new lives, to experience freedom’…

I’ve never forgotten Viet Do-I’ve never forgotten his story. Viet-Do would most likely have never gotten out of that apartment in Saigon alive  had the troops listened to my marching feet and Peace flipping hands of so long ago. He wouldn’t have been here when I and my family needed him to help us. Had I gotten my way back then, I may have not made my way now.

I was grateful our troops had stayed for at least  that last day-the day they saved Viet-Do’s life.

Why is it so difficult for us to have and hold Peace as a People? Here, now, it’s easy to dream, easy to find Peace and Hope for the Future.  And sometimes it’s easy to see God’s sense of humor in things but,  most often, as History shows, it’s much more difficult for us to see the teachings.  I still think the lessen is  Peace.

Franque

Avatar Magic, by Gerald Franquemont, is on Kindle and it can be downloaded onto most readers.


Here, now, it is easy to see how beautiful the World could be if we could only connect as the People we are. If only we could just leave the politics of War behind us and embrace all the meaningful connections that have recently become available to us as a Mankind via the internet. If we could just give up every cause except for the cause of Peace perhaps we could then progress as the united People we truly are. If only we as a People could pass through the ‘door’  life opens  without seemingly closing it on our own fingers!
 
My friend could be one of these children pictured.

My friend could be one of the children in this  picture.

I was certain I had the drop on reality back in the days of the Vietnam demonstrations.  What could America be thinking? How could a country as great as ours be crawling through hand dug sniper and supply tunnels in the hopes of killing a thousand more soldiers who were mostly under the age of 14?History had proven fighting in this area was a losing cause and History’s pages were once again being numbered by the American body bags and coffins now arriving daily here at ‘Home’.

The mirror told me my long hair, various beard styles and heart felt yearnings made me somehow someone who now was  in the know. Plus, it was as much fun to flip the Peace sign to those of us who agreed with it  as it was to flip the Peace sign to people you knew it would piss off. Hey, come on, I was twenty and there were a lot of people over 30 who  Rubin said I shouldn’t trust.

The more I flipped people off the more I knew our soldiers had to come home and come home now. “Hell no, we won’t go”! It’s “one, two, three what are we fighting for?”-that was the question and I knew I had the answer: we were fighting for money, natural resources and for the geographical advantage this land might give us when fighting ,yet again, the next war. It was very simple, straight and clear-unlike how my head often was back then.

Sometimes God, the Great Spirit, seems to have a very special sense of humor right? I recall the time, having been raised as a Southern Baptist, I spent nights praying a righteous man would come into one of my daughter’s life. And he did. Oddly though he was and is of the Mormon Faith-you see I’d been brought up in church to think this one Faith was full of  followers who were surely going to Hell. Perfect. It is true I’d long ago moved on from the dogmatic teachings of most organized religions by the time this happened. But still, the arrival of a Mormon as an answer to my prayer gave me pause and a momentary glimpse, I think, into what can best be describe as God’s humor: “Hello God, this is me calling and I need a righteous guy here for my daughter.” “Sure”, answered the Universe, ” Here’s one you thought was going to Hell!”  I’m thinking this to have been a  nice touch – a good call-from the Head Honcho. ‘ It was many years earlier, however, after my marching, peace flipping, sign carrying, know it all days,  when I had gotten a glimpse into how God not only has a sense of humor but also a special talent for teaching us through the traverses of our own lives.

Now, I’m remembering my days as an Oaks Mall Store Manager-Cutlery World, soon to be owned by Hoffritz, needed a manager. I found a landing there for five years as just that. College students filled the part time positions and when I took over the shop a young lad name Viet Do had already been working there for 2 years. He knew the ropes; me, basically, I knew nothing. Kindly he showed me, now his boss, how to run the 23 mode register, do inventory, stocking, displaying and central ordering. Near the end of his time there I simply asked him of his childhood.

This is what Viet-Do he told me…

‘I grew up in Vietnam during the war. My family supported the U.S. I lost cousins in the fighting. The fighting filled my childhood life-my fears, dreams, daylight hours, my future plans and all my friends’ lives as well. We all knew people close to us who had died or who had someone near to them die in the fighting.

The war was now said to be lost, to be ending. My family had several years ago come to live in Saigon. My last day there I lived in the middle of a high rise apartment building-a building the U.S. had landed helicopters on the roof of to rescue those they could. At the same time, the Vietcong were quickly entering the bottom of the apartment building  pulling the occupants out on to the streets below. Some of these people had children who were my friends. The people, some my friends, were being executed down on the streets as I watched from my apartment window.

My family did not know who would get to our door first, the Vietcong or the U.S. soldiers. The answer to this question would mean the difference between life and death for me, my sisters and for my whole family-we could only wait. The answer came. U.S. soldiers grabbed my sister, me and my parents. We hurried above to begin our new lives, to experience freedom.’

I’ve never forgotten Viet Do-I’ve never forgotten his story. Viet-Do would most likely have never gotten out of that apartment in Saigon alive  had the troops listened to my marching feet and Peace flipping hands of so long ago. He wouldn’t have been here when I and my family needed him to help us. Had I gotten my way back then I may have not made my way now.

I was grateful our troops had stayed for at least  that last day-the day they saved Viet-Do’s life. Why is it so difficult for us to have and hold Peace as a People? Here, now, it is easy to dream, easy to find Peace and Hope for the Future.  And sometimes it is easy to see God’s sense of humor in things but most often, as History shows, it is much more difficult for us to see the teachings.  I still think the lessen is  Peace.

Franque

Avatar Magic, by Gerald Franquemont, is on Kindle and it can be downloaded onto most readers.

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