MM#83, "My Town", Montgomery Gentry 1/9/12
This was the last Monday Melody I posted on my Xanga. And, when I posted it, I was referring to the town I'd lived in for 7½ years, Severance Kansas.
But really, although the country references more fit a town of 100 in a county of 8,000 ... the emotion fits the city I currently live in - Leavenworth, KS. By my math, it's a large plurality - 17 of my 36 years have been in Leavenworth, with smaller pieces in Severance, Lansing, Troy, St. Joseph, and New Jersey.
Leavenworth is my home. Where I was born, where I was raised. Where I keep all my yesterdays.
... Where I came back to settle down, It's where they'll put me in the ground: This is my town.
There's a "For Sale" sign on a big old rusty tractor.
You can't miss it, it's the first thing that you see.
Just up the road, a pale-blue water tower,
With "I Love Jenny" painted in bright green.
Hey, that's my Uncle Bill, there by the courthouse.
He'll be lowerin' the flag when the sun goes down.
And this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Hey!
Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.
There ain't much goin' on here since they closed the mill.
But that whistle still blows ev'ry day at noon.
A bunch of us still go down to the diner.
I wonder if that interstate's still comin' through.
Come Sunday morning service, at the Church of Christ,
Well there ain't an empty seat to be found.
And this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.
Well, I bought and painted up that rusty tractor.
You can't miss it, it's sittin' right there in our yard.
The County came and took that water tower,
And that's Jenny, with a baby, in the car.
Ah, we're off to Sunday service at the Church of Christ,
And if we want a seat, we better leave right now.
And maybe later, me an old T-roy will show you around,
Our town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
An' it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It's where they'll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.
Monday, October 31, 2016
Monday, October 24, 2016
Concert with the Covington twins
MM#59, "A Father's Love (the only way he knew how)", Bucky Covington 3/7/11
Once upon a time, I won tickets to a Bucky Covington concert. And I ended up doing a couple Monday Melodies off his songs (the other one was A Different World, MM#58)
I can't pinpoint the last time I saw my father alive. Maybe Christmas 2011 or 2012. He'd moved to the KC area, and that was four counties away. And I had my own problems.
He's been gone three years. I miss him. I wish I could've thanked him for what he did for me.
For the longest time, I guess I thought
He didn't give a damn
Hard to read, hard to please
Yeah, that was my old man
On the day I left for college
It was nothing new
We never had that heart-to-heart
He had too much to do
[Chorus:]
He checked the air in my tires
The belts and all the spark plug wires
Said "When the hell's the last time
"You had this oil changed"
And as I pulled out the drive
He said "Be sure and call your mom sometime"
And I didn't hear it then
But I hear it now
He was saying "I love you"
(He was saying "I love you")
The only way he knew how
120,000 miles
Six years down the road
A brand new life and a brand new wife
We'd just bought our first home
When he finally came to visit
I thought he'd be so proud
He never said he liked the place
He just got his tool belt out
And put new locks on the doors
Went back and forth to the hardware store
Said "Come and hold this flashlight"
As he crawled beneath the sink
And "These old wires ain't up to code"
And "That circuit box is gonna overload"
And I didn't hear it then
But I hear it now
He was saying "I love you"
The only way he knew how
Last Sunday, we all gathered
For his 65th birthday
And I knew he'd stiffen up
But I hugged him anyway
When it was finally time to say goodbye
I knew what was next
Just like he always does
Right before we left
[Repeat Chorus]
Once upon a time, I won tickets to a Bucky Covington concert. And I ended up doing a couple Monday Melodies off his songs (the other one was A Different World, MM#58)
I can't pinpoint the last time I saw my father alive. Maybe Christmas 2011 or 2012. He'd moved to the KC area, and that was four counties away. And I had my own problems.
He's been gone three years. I miss him. I wish I could've thanked him for what he did for me.
For the longest time, I guess I thought
He didn't give a damn
Hard to read, hard to please
Yeah, that was my old man
On the day I left for college
It was nothing new
We never had that heart-to-heart
He had too much to do
[Chorus:]
He checked the air in my tires
The belts and all the spark plug wires
Said "When the hell's the last time
"You had this oil changed"
And as I pulled out the drive
He said "Be sure and call your mom sometime"
And I didn't hear it then
But I hear it now
He was saying "I love you"
(He was saying "I love you")
The only way he knew how
120,000 miles
Six years down the road
A brand new life and a brand new wife
We'd just bought our first home
When he finally came to visit
I thought he'd be so proud
He never said he liked the place
He just got his tool belt out
And put new locks on the doors
Went back and forth to the hardware store
Said "Come and hold this flashlight"
As he crawled beneath the sink
And "These old wires ain't up to code"
And "That circuit box is gonna overload"
And I didn't hear it then
But I hear it now
He was saying "I love you"
The only way he knew how
Last Sunday, we all gathered
For his 65th birthday
And I knew he'd stiffen up
But I hugged him anyway
When it was finally time to say goodbye
I knew what was next
Just like he always does
Right before we left
[Repeat Chorus]
Saturday, October 22, 2016
Pick a controversy, any controversy
I wrote this before I went block-happy on Facebook, so it's not quite as applicable as previously.
Perusing my social media feeds, I often see people retweeting or reposting comments or memes about recent events. And sometimes I see other pictures, tweets or memes which basically say, 'if you threw a fit about situation A, but didn't throw a fit about situation B, you're screwed up in the head."
Which is why sometimes I want to create a filtering App for News and social media. So I can ignore anything about the Kardashians, or whichever presidential candidate I've decided I'm never ever ever ever ever voting for, etcetera. Or maybe find a way to ignore the flood of comments about the latest sports idiot doing something mildly idiotic. Just wait a week, there will be a new idiot.
And often I question the relevance and importance of the news. Which events really matter? Do acts of violence hundreds or thousands of miles away affect me? Do the minor awareness efforts of minor celebrities matter? Do I need anymore information about the candidates to make an over informed decision on my ballot? (which I'm voting early, this month)
Or do I have to endure it because my neighbors care, and I need to be informed when it comes up at the water cooler?
Perusing my social media feeds, I often see people retweeting or reposting comments or memes about recent events. And sometimes I see other pictures, tweets or memes which basically say, 'if you threw a fit about situation A, but didn't throw a fit about situation B, you're screwed up in the head."
Which is why sometimes I want to create a filtering App for News and social media. So I can ignore anything about the Kardashians, or whichever presidential candidate I've decided I'm never ever ever ever ever voting for, etcetera. Or maybe find a way to ignore the flood of comments about the latest sports idiot doing something mildly idiotic. Just wait a week, there will be a new idiot.
And often I question the relevance and importance of the news. Which events really matter? Do acts of violence hundreds or thousands of miles away affect me? Do the minor awareness efforts of minor celebrities matter? Do I need anymore information about the candidates to make an over informed decision on my ballot? (which I'm voting early, this month)
Or do I have to endure it because my neighbors care, and I need to be informed when it comes up at the water cooler?
Monday, October 17, 2016
But the tigers come at night
MM#45, "I Dreamed A Dream", Les Mis (Schönberg/Kretzmer/Boubill/Hugo), Sung by character Fantine 4/20/09
For what it's worth, I concede that the Xanga - Monday Melody Era (Oct 2007 to Jan 2012) were a tough time in my life, and so a bunch of these are downers. And although I reserve the right to be as vague as I damn well please...
This song was posted 10 years to the day after I fell in love with my wife.
"There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong"
By 2009, it all went wrong. I often think back, trying to figure out how I could've sailed the boat differently, avoiding the major shipwreck. But I didn't.
"But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame"
In 2004, I thought I'd reached the pinnacle. And in 2008, for a brief moment, I thought I'd reached the top. But...it all came crashing down. I knew things were on the downhill in April '09, although I still had a couple things going for me...a couple more things I would end up losing...
"I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed."
For what it's worth, I concede that the Xanga - Monday Melody Era (Oct 2007 to Jan 2012) were a tough time in my life, and so a bunch of these are downers. And although I reserve the right to be as vague as I damn well please...
This song was posted 10 years to the day after I fell in love with my wife.
"There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong"
By 2009, it all went wrong. I often think back, trying to figure out how I could've sailed the boat differently, avoiding the major shipwreck. But I didn't.
"But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame"
In 2004, I thought I'd reached the pinnacle. And in 2008, for a brief moment, I thought I'd reached the top. But...it all came crashing down. I knew things were on the downhill in April '09, although I still had a couple things going for me...a couple more things I would end up losing...
"I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed."
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Scourge of Zuck / What Friends
Didn't expect to have a reason to combine two of my posts this Saturday.. But then I saw this on the bottom of my New Feed.
Scourge of Zuck
Currently I am currently running an experiment on my Facebook newsfeed. I have decided to block most of the meme Pages, partisan news pages, and pretty much any page that you are likely to see a picture and share it with everybody.
Which means, when this is complete, all I will see is posts that my friends actually posted, links my friends share, and Facebook ads - although I'm fixing that too to just the ones I'm more interested in.
Which reminds me again how meager the feed of original content on social media is, especially original content from people I actually care about, or at least am even friends with on Facebook, currently somewhere around a hundred and forty people.
There used to be a lot more people using the notes feature on Facebook, but I'm just not really comfortable with posting all this stuff on Facebook. Perhaps a bit crazy, because sometimes I wish people would listen to me and what do I have to say... but I really don't want to get into a political argument about why none of the names on the ballot are getting my vote for president.
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Although I respond to some people's FB posts...I don't post that much.
What Friends
"The people of Odyssey have taught me a valuable lesson. Nothing lasts forever." - J. Whitaker, "Recollections"
"I miss having a bunch of pals.
Aaron and Andy and Joe S and Joe T and Richie and Ryan and Shane
Carolyn and Cassie and busy Lizzy and Sonia and Rachel" - May 01, 2007
I wanted to believe the one song, "friends are friends forever..."
but I can't.
I had some friends once. Went from folks at church who sat across from us at Sunday School, to invited to a Super Bowl party, to phase 10 card games, watching movies..I was a groomsman at their wedding.
You can guess what happened. We both changed churches, both moved. We're friends on Facebook, but barely.
As mentioned before, I generally don't keep in touch with coworkers when jobs change. And I may talk with them, but not about the big stuff. Never the big stuff.
I may have 140 friends on Facebook... But it's really 4 close friends, a lot of family - some of whom are as close as these close friends, and a lot of people who I barely talk to anymore.
I'm seeing a pattern where I say less and less, assume no one wants to hear what I say, and I shut up even more.
Don't text messages go both ways?
A songwriter once wrote "friends are friends forever..." But I can no longer believe that. Time heals everything, but sometimes like continental drift, it pulls people away. Even the close friends, even ones under the same roof.
Don't believe me? The church I was baptized in. The school I got my associate's from. The school I got my bachelor's from. The four clubs I was a part of. The men of dorm B-216. Either employment at Abernathy building. The pothole in K-120 known as Severance. The church I got married in. The greatest blogging website ever.
Dust in the wind. I knew hundreds of people from those places...
Daughter of Stella. Daughter of Barbara. Father of Julian. Father of Asher.
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Scourge of Zuck
Currently I am currently running an experiment on my Facebook newsfeed. I have decided to block most of the meme Pages, partisan news pages, and pretty much any page that you are likely to see a picture and share it with everybody.
Which means, when this is complete, all I will see is posts that my friends actually posted, links my friends share, and Facebook ads - although I'm fixing that too to just the ones I'm more interested in.
Which reminds me again how meager the feed of original content on social media is, especially original content from people I actually care about, or at least am even friends with on Facebook, currently somewhere around a hundred and forty people.
There used to be a lot more people using the notes feature on Facebook, but I'm just not really comfortable with posting all this stuff on Facebook. Perhaps a bit crazy, because sometimes I wish people would listen to me and what do I have to say... but I really don't want to get into a political argument about why none of the names on the ballot are getting my vote for president.
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Although I respond to some people's FB posts...I don't post that much.
What Friends
"The people of Odyssey have taught me a valuable lesson. Nothing lasts forever." - J. Whitaker, "Recollections"
"I miss having a bunch of pals.
Aaron and Andy and Joe S and Joe T and Richie and Ryan and Shane
Carolyn and Cassie and busy Lizzy and Sonia and Rachel" - May 01, 2007
I wanted to believe the one song, "friends are friends forever..."
but I can't.
I had some friends once. Went from folks at church who sat across from us at Sunday School, to invited to a Super Bowl party, to phase 10 card games, watching movies..I was a groomsman at their wedding.
You can guess what happened. We both changed churches, both moved. We're friends on Facebook, but barely.
As mentioned before, I generally don't keep in touch with coworkers when jobs change. And I may talk with them, but not about the big stuff. Never the big stuff.
I may have 140 friends on Facebook... But it's really 4 close friends, a lot of family - some of whom are as close as these close friends, and a lot of people who I barely talk to anymore.
I'm seeing a pattern where I say less and less, assume no one wants to hear what I say, and I shut up even more.
Don't text messages go both ways?
A songwriter once wrote "friends are friends forever..." But I can no longer believe that. Time heals everything, but sometimes like continental drift, it pulls people away. Even the close friends, even ones under the same roof.
Don't believe me? The church I was baptized in. The school I got my associate's from. The school I got my bachelor's from. The four clubs I was a part of. The men of dorm B-216. Either employment at Abernathy building. The pothole in K-120 known as Severance. The church I got married in. The greatest blogging website ever.
Dust in the wind. I knew hundreds of people from those places...
Daughter of Stella. Daughter of Barbara. Father of Julian. Father of Asher.
you blame almighty God for everything you do...
One of the few (ok, 8) pastors who I follow on twitter tweeted,
"To ignore prophecy is to ignore something God has given for our good."
And, a verse I've heard for years - 2 Chronicles 20:20
"Have faith in the Lord your God and you will be upheld; have faith in his prophets and you will be successful"
But...if you've read this blog at all, you know where I'm going.
If I desire the truth, find me the true oracle of God. Find me the man - or the woman - who has consistently heard the voice of God, consistently delivered the voice of God, and consistently seen the hand of God provide what was promised.
I come back to those blood moons. What do the defenders of Hagee say now? Heck, what does Hagee say now? What was different? And why did God - if He did time things - send the blood moons before some events and after others?
I remember looking at a very respected 20th century evangelist and prophet. Although he ... hit a home run on one of his prophecies, he missed on several others - trust me, there are people who have nothing better to do than list a famous prophet's misses.
Having been in the end-times for almost 2 millennia, how do we know if we have 2 years left, or 2 centuries left, or 2 more millennia left?
Again, if you say "thus saith the Lord" on a potential and unlikely event this winter...and you're wrong...maybe you should just read large passages verbatim from the gospels and epistles, then set the bible down and sit back down.
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But...I do wish there was a way to get many of the local churches together on anything.
"To ignore prophecy is to ignore something God has given for our good."
And, a verse I've heard for years - 2 Chronicles 20:20
"Have faith in the Lord your God and you will be upheld; have faith in his prophets and you will be successful"
But...if you've read this blog at all, you know where I'm going.
If I desire the truth, find me the true oracle of God. Find me the man - or the woman - who has consistently heard the voice of God, consistently delivered the voice of God, and consistently seen the hand of God provide what was promised.
I come back to those blood moons. What do the defenders of Hagee say now? Heck, what does Hagee say now? What was different? And why did God - if He did time things - send the blood moons before some events and after others?
I remember looking at a very respected 20th century evangelist and prophet. Although he ... hit a home run on one of his prophecies, he missed on several others - trust me, there are people who have nothing better to do than list a famous prophet's misses.
Having been in the end-times for almost 2 millennia, how do we know if we have 2 years left, or 2 centuries left, or 2 more millennia left?
Again, if you say "thus saith the Lord" on a potential and unlikely event this winter...and you're wrong...maybe you should just read large passages verbatim from the gospels and epistles, then set the bible down and sit back down.
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But...I do wish there was a way to get many of the local churches together on anything.
Monday, October 10, 2016
bloody but unbowed
MM#26 Bounce 6/9/08 (Bon Jovi)
This one is what I consider one of the five essential Monday Melodies (along with MM51 Second Chance, MM86 This Is The Good Life, MM96 not-announced-yet, and room for a 5th if I decide to.)
This one was chosen in the 2008 Monday melody March Madness something, beating such songs as "In The Light" and "Jesus Freak" by dc Talk and "If You're Going Through Hell" by Rodney Atkins
(And I thought I had problems back then. I was so naive.)
I been knocked down so many times
Counted out 6, 7, 8, 9
Written off like some bad deal
If you're breathing you know how it feels
Call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a
[Chorus:]
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
This ain't no game; I play it hard
Kicked around, cut, stitched and scarred
I'll take the hit but not the fall
I know no fear, still standing tall
You can call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a
[Chorus:]
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce!
[Guitar Solo]
Bring it on, I like it rough
In your face, I call your bluff
It ain't karma, it ain't luck
Me, I just don't give a
[Chorus:]
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce, Bounce
Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
"Never give up. Never surrender." - Peter Quincy Taggart
This one is what I consider one of the five essential Monday Melodies (along with MM51 Second Chance, MM86 This Is The Good Life, MM96 not-announced-yet, and room for a 5th if I decide to.)
This one was chosen in the 2008 Monday melody March Madness something, beating such songs as "In The Light" and "Jesus Freak" by dc Talk and "If You're Going Through Hell" by Rodney Atkins
(And I thought I had problems back then. I was so naive.)
I been knocked down so many times
Counted out 6, 7, 8, 9
Written off like some bad deal
If you're breathing you know how it feels
Call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a
[Chorus:]
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
This ain't no game; I play it hard
Kicked around, cut, stitched and scarred
I'll take the hit but not the fall
I know no fear, still standing tall
You can call it karma, call it luck
Me, I just don't give a
[Chorus:]
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce!
[Guitar Solo]
Bring it on, I like it rough
In your face, I call your bluff
It ain't karma, it ain't luck
Me, I just don't give a
[Chorus:]
Bounce, Bounce Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
Bounce, Bounce
Nothing's gonna keep me down
Bounce, Bounce Stand up, shout it out
Bounce, Bounce I play hard, I play to win
Count me out, count me in
I'll be bouncing back again
"Never give up. Never surrender." - Peter Quincy Taggart
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Where did the truck commercials go?
As I told my friend, one thing that bothers me is that...
the set of skills and butt-kissing required to win a major party presidential primary campaign is different than...
the set of skills and butt-kissing required to win a general presidential campaign, which is different than...
the set of skills and butt-kissing required to effectively serve as president.
Here's the venn diagram, in my opinion.
O O O
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Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence. - John Adams
There are three kinds of lies: Lies, Damned Lies, and Statistics. - Attributed to Mark Twain.
A friend of mine discussed Kansas school funding. He discussed the proportion of Kansas revenues going to education, several various rankings of educational outcomes, and comparisons between teacher pay and the high-end superintendent/administrator positions.
There's a big lawsuit "Gannon" in the Kansas Supreme Court, in which the two sides are throwing numbers at each other in an attempt to determine whether the state of Kansas is adequately funding education.
And, if the court finds that the funding isn't adequate, the state of Kansas is looking at some sort of court-mandated tax increase.
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Fighting the narrative...you might be able to throw statistics at it, but you have a small chance. The problem is, no one wants news anymore. Just the story. Just the lead.
Fighting the revolution...I see one chance on the political front...and it involves a unified front - across many red red states - saying in one voice, "hell no, we won't go." It involves standing up to the media, the sports world, and the zeitgeist.
Fighting the government overreach...A convention of the states making an amendment to strengthen the 10th Amendment...to allow states to do whatever the hell they want...that has a small chance. But...it could get the marijuana lobby and the religious right lobby on the same page...
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I looked at my choices on my ballot for President. Hell no, hell no, no, hell no. I only trust two of them to not get us involved in another war. I only trust one of them to care about religious liberty. I only trust two of them to care about strict constituionalist justices. But in all, none of them are worthy of my oval.
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the set of skills and butt-kissing required to win a major party presidential primary campaign is different than...
the set of skills and butt-kissing required to win a general presidential campaign, which is different than...
the set of skills and butt-kissing required to effectively serve as president.
Here's the venn diagram, in my opinion.
O O O
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Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence. - John Adams
There are three kinds of lies: Lies, Damned Lies, and Statistics. - Attributed to Mark Twain.
A friend of mine discussed Kansas school funding. He discussed the proportion of Kansas revenues going to education, several various rankings of educational outcomes, and comparisons between teacher pay and the high-end superintendent/administrator positions.
There's a big lawsuit "Gannon" in the Kansas Supreme Court, in which the two sides are throwing numbers at each other in an attempt to determine whether the state of Kansas is adequately funding education.
And, if the court finds that the funding isn't adequate, the state of Kansas is looking at some sort of court-mandated tax increase.
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Fighting the narrative...you might be able to throw statistics at it, but you have a small chance. The problem is, no one wants news anymore. Just the story. Just the lead.
Fighting the revolution...I see one chance on the political front...and it involves a unified front - across many red red states - saying in one voice, "hell no, we won't go." It involves standing up to the media, the sports world, and the zeitgeist.
Fighting the government overreach...A convention of the states making an amendment to strengthen the 10th Amendment...to allow states to do whatever the hell they want...that has a small chance. But...it could get the marijuana lobby and the religious right lobby on the same page...
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I looked at my choices on my ballot for President. Hell no, hell no, no, hell no. I only trust two of them to not get us involved in another war. I only trust one of them to care about religious liberty. I only trust two of them to care about strict constituionalist justices. But in all, none of them are worthy of my oval.
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Monday, October 3, 2016
Dealing With The Pain
MM#19 Like We Never Loved At All - Faith Hill & Tim McGraw - April 29, 2008
"And, this is for nothing but the tunes. Ivy and I are doing fine." - from my blog on April 29, 2008.
Fine is relative. And I suppose, compared to some of my friends, we were still together. But...we'd been through some challenges, and more to come.
One of the big challenges was holding our marriage together. There were times that we had problems. Times when we felt like we were living separate lives under the same roof. Times where we weren't even sleeping under the same roof. Times where my selflishness, my lies, and my fear hurt our family.
You never looked so good
As you did last night
Underneath the city lights
There, walking with your friend
Laughing at the moon
I swear you looked right through me
But I'm still living with your goodbye
And you're just going on with your life
How can you just walk on by
Without one tear in your eye?
Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that's just your way
Of dealing with the pain
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall
Like we never loved at all
You, I hear you're doing fine
Seems like you're doing well
As far as I can tell
Time is leaving us behind
Another week has passed
And still I haven't laughed yet
So tell me
What your secret is
(I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know)
To letting go, letting go like you did
Like you did
How can you just walk on by
Without one tear in your eye
Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that's just your way
Of dealing with the pain
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall
Like we never loved at all
Did you forget the magic?(Oooh)
Did you forget the passion?(Ohh-ho)
And did you ever miss me?
Ever long to kiss me?
(Ooh, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa baby, baby)
Maybe that's just your way of dealing with the pain
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall
Like we never loved
At all(At all)
"And, this is for nothing but the tunes. Ivy and I are doing fine." - from my blog on April 29, 2008.
Fine is relative. And I suppose, compared to some of my friends, we were still together. But...we'd been through some challenges, and more to come.
One of the big challenges was holding our marriage together. There were times that we had problems. Times when we felt like we were living separate lives under the same roof. Times where we weren't even sleeping under the same roof. Times where my selflishness, my lies, and my fear hurt our family.
You never looked so good
As you did last night
Underneath the city lights
There, walking with your friend
Laughing at the moon
I swear you looked right through me
But I'm still living with your goodbye
And you're just going on with your life
How can you just walk on by
Without one tear in your eye?
Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that's just your way
Of dealing with the pain
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall
Like we never loved at all
You, I hear you're doing fine
Seems like you're doing well
As far as I can tell
Time is leaving us behind
Another week has passed
And still I haven't laughed yet
So tell me
What your secret is
(I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know)
To letting go, letting go like you did
Like you did
How can you just walk on by
Without one tear in your eye
Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that's just your way
Of dealing with the pain
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall
Like we never loved at all
Did you forget the magic?(Oooh)
Did you forget the passion?(Ohh-ho)
And did you ever miss me?
Ever long to kiss me?
(Ooh, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa baby, baby)
Maybe that's just your way of dealing with the pain
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall
Like we never loved
At all(At all)
Saturday, October 1, 2016
duck duck goose
So, I compared my family's expenses to the average family's expenses.
But I decided that any details would be unnecessarily transparent/security/yeah, you know.
And then I was going to discuss how what I keep hearing ends up on my blog.
You know, my rants about repentance, revival, end-times prophecy, and a month tweeting about state politics.
Or we could discuss the sort of things that don't make the blog.
There's some things that I can talk about, or my wife will talk about...but I won't blog about. Something about "google Steven Pratt" that makes me nervous.
Then I was thinking about the "last normal day" in my life.
But, if I'm looking for a day since I got married when I had a good relationship with my mother, my wife wasn't severely depressed, I had a full-time job, the critical bills were paid, and I didn't have problems with DCF...
Strike that...
But, if I'm looking for a day when I had a good relationship with my mother, my wife wasn't severely depressed, I had a job , the critical bills were paid, and I didn't have problems with DCF...
Well, the last six months have been as close to perfect as I've been blessed with since I got married.
But, once you get your ducks in order, something always happens. Not always a bad thing, but something always happens.
But I decided that any details would be unnecessarily transparent/security/yeah, you know.
And then I was going to discuss how what I keep hearing ends up on my blog.
You know, my rants about repentance, revival, end-times prophecy, and a month tweeting about state politics.
Or we could discuss the sort of things that don't make the blog.
There's some things that I can talk about, or my wife will talk about...but I won't blog about. Something about "google Steven Pratt" that makes me nervous.
Then I was thinking about the "last normal day" in my life.
But, if I'm looking for a day since I got married when I had a good relationship with my mother, my wife wasn't severely depressed, I had a full-time job, the critical bills were paid, and I didn't have problems with DCF...
Strike that...
But, if I'm looking for a day when I had a good relationship with my mother, my wife wasn't severely depressed, I had a job , the critical bills were paid, and I didn't have problems with DCF...
Well, the last six months have been as close to perfect as I've been blessed with since I got married.
But, once you get your ducks in order, something always happens. Not always a bad thing, but something always happens.
Compare and contrast
It would be impossible to discuss the subject without a common frame of reference. - Spock, Star Trek IV
Was it good? Was it great? Was it the best ever? How do we know, unless we have comparison.
We know who is fastest at the race because he crosses the tape before the other runners.
We know who is the best gymnast because they are all watched performing, and scored.
But, when we think about our co-workers - the best ever...have we compared them to every other co-worker, or even the ones at the other franchises?
Or whether this wonderful life is as wonderful as it could be, based on a thousand what-ifs and a trillion unexpected or unpredictable consequences of playing out the what-ifs...
Or whether this wonderful life is as wonderful as it could be, based on a thousand what-ifs and a trillion unexpected or unpredictable consequences of playing out the what-ifs...
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