HERE’S AN OPPORTUNITY for YOU to BEHAVE DECENTLY, COURTEOUSLY and EMPATHETICALLY
for a CHANGE
Shaw Kenawe’s Husband Has Passed Away. Regardless of Any Political Differences We Might Have, I Regard Miss Shaw as a Friend, and Posted the Following at Progressive Eruptions as
Soon as I Heard the Sad News.
The beautiful Shawe Kenawe and her husband-to-be in 1977
I am so sorry your most important relationship has come to such a sad, untimely end. I hope these words by our special friend Emily Dickinson may help you as you struggle to gain a better sense of perspective on life that must seem senseless and unrewarding at times like this.
While I was fearing it, it came —
But came with less of fear
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it fair —
There is a Fitting — a Dismay —
A Fitting — a Despair
’Tis harder knowing it is Due
Than knowing it is Here.
The Trying on the Utmost
The Morning it is new
Is Terribler than wearing it
A whole existence through.
~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
I offer too these words from Carousel by Oscar Hammerstein II, whom I have come to regard as one of our finest lyric poets, despite his enormous popularity. He understood the human heart very well, and expressed his wisdom gently, kindly, with good humor and great empathy for the human condition in words most could easily understand, bless him!
What's the use of wonderin'
If he's good or if he's bad,
Or if you like the way he wears his hat?
Oh what's the use of wonderin'
If he's good or if he's bad
He's your feller, and you love him
That's all there is to that.
Common sense may tell you
That the endin' will be sad,
And now's the time to break
And run run away
Though common sense may tell you
That the endin'will be sad
Your his gal and he's your feller
There's nothin' more to say.
Somethin' made him the way that he is
Whether he's false or true
And Someone gave him the things that are his
One of these things is you
So, when he wants your kisses
You must give them to the lad,
And anywhere he leads you, you will walk
And anytime he needs you ––
You'll go runnin' there like mad ––
You're his gal and he's your feller,
And all the rest is talk.
I wish I could offer more. I believe you still have my phone number. If ever you feel a need to talk, –– even in the middle of the night –– I'd be glad to listen.
You were a beauitful couple when you married. I know you produced beautiful children. I hope those good memories will help sustain you as work through this period of grief.
Shaw's husband in later years. May he rest in peace.
AFREEMcMansion with a three-car garage, a Vacation home on a Private island, a private Jet and a Yacht all fully staffed with ROBOT SERVANTS for ALL.
A Marvelous New World where NO ONE WORKS, and EVERYONE does NOTHING but PLAY all day every day.
A World Totally Dependent On TECHNOLOGY
A world so "advanced" the ROBOTS will be able to REPRODUCE and REPAIR themselves, THINK for themselves and eventually RISE UP to DESTROY US,
"Their Over-Privileged Oppressors."
Then THEY TOO would ultimately DIE for Lack of Purpose, and all forms of LIFE WOULD CEASE ALTOGETHER.
Won't it be WONDERFUL?
The END of WORK
The END of STRESS.
The End of Striving.
The End of Ambition.
The End of Hope.
The End of Joy.
The End of Feeling.
The End of Desire.
The End of Curiosity.
The End of Dreams.
The End of Emotion.
The END of LOVE.
This is Where the Pied Piper of the
GlobaLeft is leading us:
STRAIGHT INTO OBLIVION
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"This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you're thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”