Please be patient just a little bit longer. I am doing some work on this blog. Thank you.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
I've been thinking about Spring all weekend...while I've relaxed in this little motel off a rural highway
in far Eastern South Dakota. The small town that I am in is very close to the Iowa border. And when
I reached this quiet farm town, I got the message from a friend in Oregon...
"Ruthie, you passed the recertification and you get to keep what little you have. Come on home, girl."
I was shocked to hear those words from the other side of the Country. But they came across to me
and curled into a smile in both of my ears: "You passed."
I left a man and his clipboard in an office and didn't look back. And I didn't regret that the interview
that was supposed to last for over an hour was suspended after only ten minutes.
He wanted me to prove myself...paint a portrait of justification...for why I "deserved" what little
Uncle Sam still sees fit to give me. When he asked me four different ways if I drank alcohol...I
decided that his time with me was up.
"You sanctimonious, smug, superficial detached asshole" I thought as I glanced at his face one
And then I unwound my words with a British accent and quoted John Lennon: "On behalf of the
group, I hope I passed the audition."
Then I walked straight out the front door and headed for Iowa.
The morning sun sparkled across the deep snowbanks as the Amtrak train snaked through
Glacier National Park. I looked up at a large A-Frame perched on a hill and wondered if it belonged
to singer James Taylor.
As I traveled, it became colder and colder and colder.
Now, I am thinking about tomorrow. For I will soon be on a train again...returning to where purple,
lavender and brilliant yellow crocuses are blooming again. And although it isn't perfect...I know
that the West Coast is my home. Like the first Springtime flowers in Oregon...it's where I belong.
I'm smiling. Thank you, God. I'm returning home again. I'm going home.
Wednesday, March 08, 2017
"Should the U.S. imperialists and the south Korean puppet forces fire even a single shell into the waters where the sovereignty of our Republic is exercised, the KPA will immediately launch its merciless military counter-actions. The KPA will mercilessly foil the nuclear war racket of the aggressors with its treasured nuclear sword of justice." --Korean Central News Agency.
Well, isn't that just special.
He treats the "State-Run" news service like his own personal blog. You see his flat, Korean face
everywhere on the website: "Kim Jong Un plays with his rockets" or "Kim Jong Un pees into a
parcel of plastic petunias." Obviously those are not actual headlines but you get the idea.
And now, His Over-Inflated Fatness is turning his attention (and his rocket-bombs) toward North
First he plans to nail the United States Military Forces in Japan. After he (and this is only in his
dreams, you understand) is through pounding the hell out of that island, he will shoot his rockets
to North America.
The man is such a hater. Yeah and like his waistline...Kim Jong Un' s streak of malice is a mile
wide. And it is unfortunate to realize that a turd that big won't be easily flushed. But he sure as
hell should be.
I am getting very disgusted with Trump's whining about some past act of alleged wiretapping. It's obvious that Donald The Dumbass wants us to focus on that instead of Kim Jong Un's
future missle strikes.
So now we have a narcissistic imbecile on one continent and an egocentric madman on another land
Guess who's stuck in the middle?
And all that most of the rest of us want is PEACE.
That is a word that I never found anywhere in the English version of the KCNA website today. Nor
did I find a way to communicate directly with the KCNA media, either. That's too bad. Because
today, on International Women's Day...that's exactly what I wanted to do: Send a copy of this post
...with love and kisses, of course.
JUST FOR FUN