The Gardner
Escape
“During those moments I’d sit with my uncle aslant in his wheel chair with his eyes shut against the glare of the lights and the blur of the common room. It was mostly a quiet time but, now and then, he’d speak to the air. He’d say things like, “Well, Barbara, what are we going to do about the tree this year?” and, after a minute or so, “Biggest damn Walleye I ever saw.” Fragments and scraps of thoughts. As the poet says, “These fragments I have shored against my ruins.”
It came to me that perhaps we sometimes mistake senile dementia for sanity in the elderly; that we are so impressed with our slivers and crumbs of knowledge about the workings of the human mind we mistake them for insights into the terra incognita of the human soul. It seemed to me, as I sat with my uncle, that maybe what I was hearing from him was a sane man’s sane reaction to his circumstances.
If you knew to a certainty that every single day for the rest of your life, you’d be dressed in diapers and confined to a wheelchair with blurred eyesight in a small brick walled room what would you do?
If you knew to a certainty that at every meal for the rest of your life a woman who talked to you as if you were a baby would spoon three flavors of baby food into your mouth, what would you do?
If, opening your eyes, you knew that all you would see would be a bright fluorescent glare and the blurred shapes of dozens of others, mostly women, lolling about in wheelchairs, what would you do?
If you knew to a dead, solid certainty that you were never going to be released from your room until you were released, at long last, from your body, what would you do?
If you were a sane man, just what would you, at long last, do?
I don’t know about you, but I would figure a way out of that prison. And if that way out was only deeper in, that’s where I’d go. I’d go deep into my Palace of Memory and I’d use all my energy to construct a world inside that was made of the most vivid moments of all the years I’d lived.”
Just Sayin’
Colin Kaepernick, Another Useful Idiot
49ers QB Colin Kaepernick chose to become an activist for Black Lives Matter, even though he was raised by white parents who gave him the opportunity to grow up in a stable environment. His biological mother, who is not black, was destitute and pregnant and chose to give him up for adoption. His birth father, who is black, was out of the picture before he was born.
So Kaepernick, for some unknown reason, chose to ignore our National Anthem before Saturdays pre-season football game by sitting on the bench while his team mates stood with their hands over their hearts. His reasoning?
I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color,” Kaepernick told NFL Media in an exclusive interview after the game. “To me, this is bigger than football and it would be selfish on my part to look the other way. There are bodies in the street and people getting paid leave and getting away with murder.
He has decided that his black heritage, which entails his birth mom getting knocked up by his biological father, is more important to him than than being thankful for the family that raised him and a country that provided him the opportunity to make millions, which he does.
Since I don’t do Twatter or Fakebook I will voice my opinion here. Colin Kaepernick just spit in the face of his country to stand up for a radical cult that has zero in common with him other than the color of their skin. Just like the ESPY’s stunt by Lebron, Wade, Chris Paul, and Carmello, these men have benefited tremendously from their fame but insist on blindly following like sheep. Where I come from that’s called foolish, Alinsky calls it useful, useful idiocy.
So Colin enjoy your stand against oppression and when your teammates won’t block or catch for you and you end up wondering what happened to your career, remember you took a bold stance for a group of people who could care less for you once your fame and fortune is gone. But take solace in the fact that your white parents will be there for you….like they have always been.
Let Me Think About It
“An eight-year-old boy had a younger sister who was dying of leukemia, and he was told that without a blood transfusion she would die. His parents explained to him that his blood was probably compatible with hers, and if so, he could be the blood donor. They asked him if they could test his blood. He said sure. So they did and it was a good match. Then they asked if he would give his sister a pint of blood, that it could be her only chance of living. He said he would have to think about it overnight.
They next day he went to his parents and said he was willing to donate the blood. So they took him to the hospital where he was put on a gurney beside his six-year-old sister. Both of them were hooked up to IVs. A nurse withdrew a pint of blood from the boy, which was then put in the girl’s IV. The boy lay on his gurney in silence while the blood dripped into his sister, until the doctor came over to see how he was doing. Then the boy opened his eyes and asked, “How soon until I start to die?” here…
Losing A Generation
Stupid Questions
Waiting…..Watching……
….running!!! Not the sharpest tools in the shed obviously.
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The Way It Is
