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During a nap yesterday morning, I heard, “The greatest threat is items in the blood.” I awoke, figured that had to do with my own history, events from my past.
I got up from the nap, headed to Fort Zachary Taylor State Park, to attend amiga Christine Russell’s
bigger cruise ship referendum defeat celebration and reconciliation gathering at Fort Zachary State Park yesterday.
Reaching Fort Zach before Christine and her friends arrived, i got up my drawing pad, looked out over the stone jetty and saw three circling man o’ war birds,
which herald for me the onset of spiritual warfare and good soul fishing. I then started a new drawing, which took the form of an ET looking at me, and wondered if that was one of the threat items in my blood and whether I was going off on a tangent, and I set the drawing aside, heard some new arrivals nearby, looked over, it was Christine and her friends.
Counting me, six people showed up. I eventually said I had promoted the gathering twice on my website, and maybe people didn’t come because they figured I would be there.
Later yesterday, concluding her and my dialogue re her going to Asheville NC, where my younger daughter, Alice, lives, and maybe contacting her, amiga Connie Gilbert, of Key West, wrote yesterday afternoon:
Sloan, sorry I never felt comfortable to phone Alice. Maybe another time.
It looked set up and wrapped in a bow to me. Too “coincidental” to be anything else. Safe travels.
This morning, I wondered if maybe Connie got it right, and I got it wrong, and one of the threats in the blood was dodged?
Amigo Father Stephen Braddock, of Key West, wrote yesterday evening:
I hope you have a birthday full of gratitude. Pax
In a dream last night, amiga Rose Dell,
who lives up the Keys, said he had forwarded a bunch of stuff she had not sent before to Sloan and to Sloan Bashinsky. Then, began a bunch of disjointed, disturbing dreams, which perhaps best could be called “space debris,” disjointed remnants of my past occasionally mixed in with something perhaps worthwhile, but I might be dreaming the worthwhile up.
The dreams reminded me of the new movie, “Gravity”, which scientifically is maybe the worst put together movie in all time. The shit hits the fan when the Russians blow up one of their own satellites with a missile, and the debris from the orbiting debris starts hitting other satellites, and then goes to work on space stations and, well, by the time that’s all over, there are no more satellites and space stations, and one is left to ponder humanity is without satellite TV, cell phones, star wars weapons, satellite guidance systems for earth war weapons, etc., and is left to look around the earth, again, for answers.
In one of my topsy-turvy dreams last night was my 3rd wife, whom I sometimes called Katerina Katnipsky. I started seeing ETs and space ships when I was with her. Any dreams I have about Russia are about her. The wretched movie was a pretty good metaphor for what happened after that marriage was blown up, which had a great deal to do with how I became homeless a few years later. I felt the angels who run me wanted me to see that movie, and only as I put this post together this morning did I understand why.
Amiga Vicki Weeks, of Savannah, formerly of Key West, responded to the soul drawings in yesterday’s post at goodmorningkeywest.com:
Love the drawings! I’ll be looking forward to hearing about your first showing!
Thanks, Vicki – give credit to the Muses. Today might have been the first multiple showing since I used to lay them out on fences and walls next to Key West sidewalks, back before sidewalk artists had to get permits, insurance, etc. I have maybe 30 older soul drawings the same size, angled to the diagonal. A gallery would have to adjust its ways to hang those drawings, I wonder if they could even be matted and framed? I always hung them on walls with push pins and two sided tape, and from ceiling fixtures and rafters with light fishing line threaded through a pin hole in the top diagonal. Some of the drawings are slightly more racy than what was shown today. Back in the old days, some of the drawings were considerably more racy. Sloan
Somewhat like life itself, don’t you think?
Not based on my life for a while, years actually, in the racy sense, but then, I have a dirty mind
LOL, yes, that’s what I meant ie. the old days were considerably more racy in general.
From someone I used to know somewhat, into whom I bumped the other night at Jack Flats on Duval Street:
email@example.com wrote yesterday:
Maybe the homeless problem could be better served with a different name. Societal problem perhaps. Global warming- climate change, Obama care- affordable health care, Murder- collateral damage. Society only values income. Not to pick on any certain field but this goes to 99% of them. Take the weather girl. The only value she provides is obtaining more eyes for the advertisers to sell more shoes that you have to be convinced of buying to fill some void in your life. But society welcomes that with open arms. No value but able to produce an income. The psychos will tell you this is how a civilized and proper society works. Bullshit. You could have a mad max society that works. Just different players succeeding. You could have a society that values science and compassion more than an income and it would work. Just different winners and losers. Society doesn’t know how to handle people it can’t extract money from. It is too “civilized” to enslave them. But it can tighten the noose and treat it like a battered woman until she acts accordingly. And the costs that get thrown around like it’s an issue is mainly a ruse. Whom do you think it benefits more when a homeless man is given a sandwich, the man or our current society? Think hard about that one. Maybe, just maybe, there is different ways a person can contribute to society outside of being a bag of money. So yes, I’ll go with The Societal Problem.
You can take the part of the homeless population that agrees with how society is set up and find solutions to fix homelessness with that crowd. But the part that doesn’t share your world view, that’s society’s problem. Whom do you think will become less civilized first, the leaders or the hungry? Arrested for sleeping. Not a tough call at all.
I wrote back:
Hi, No End – Thanks for writing, even though you hold yourself out as firstname.lastname@example.org .
Perhaps a good label is Society’s Shadow problem, since, as you seem to understand also, homelessness is mainstream’s reflection.
On money, a very good friend of mine, I published this before, told me homeless immigrants to Key West are not part of Key West’s One Human Family because they do not contribute to Key West. Contribute money was how I took it.
I was a homeless immigrant to Key West, in late 2000. In 2003, I ran for mayor, living in a homeless shelter. I was contributing very little money to Key West, but was contributing enormously in other ways. Quite a few of the residents in the shelter ridiculed me, made fun of me, because I was running for mayor. Father Steve Braddock, who headed up the shelter, Florida Keys Outreach Coalition, and then Planning Board member Bill Verge, had asked me to run and had paid my filing fee, since I could not pay it.
After one of the homeless, er, candidate forums, this person described above came up to me and said he was impressed with my talking about my relationship with God – I kept saying God made me run for mayor, I hated politics; and by my quoting some of my own verses when I ran out of things to say to one of the questions, but I had more time.
I had earlier told that forum audience, I think it was the Lodging Association, who were bitching and moaning about lots of things, that if I lived like that, I might as well jump into yon nearby harbor and live with the fishes. But, what it really looked to me like was, they really were complaining about not making enough money. I saw a lot of jaws drop and breathing stop. I said they should get busy trying to attract more tourists to Key West, so there would be more money to go around. Most of them looked like they liked hearing that.
Since then, over the years, I gave them ideas for bringing in more tourists with more money. I gave them ideas for improving the city and its quality of life. I ran three times, total, for mayor. So far, I don’t see they took anything I gave them and used it.
You make good points. I told the city leaders to focus on trying to help the members of Society’s Shadow, who want help, who are begging for help; put 90 percent of the effort and money there, and simply provide the very basic required shelter for the rest of Society’s Shadow. But, you see, that is too simple and too sensible, because they wish to be rid of Society’s Shadow altogether, which, to pull off, would entail ridding Society of itself altogether. The apple don’t far fall from the tree comes to mind, and then, this being Key West, the fish rots from the head down.
The Tourist Development Council and the Chamber of Commerce and various other business development groups paint Key West as paradise, a great place to visit, come as you are. If you have money, unsaid. Be careful what you ask for, comes to mind. And, be careful what you hold yourself out as, the city, in fact, the only city, far as I know, which bills itself out as its official creed is One Human Family. Far as I have been able to determine, every homeless person I have met was human.
Many times I published, because One Human Family is Key West’s official creed, God decided to see just how serious Key West really was about its creed. Similar to, be careful what you ask for, and One Nation, Under God. Put out that kind of boast, you can bet the farm, conch farm in Key West, that God will put you to the test about that, put you to the test about that, put you to the test about that.
No amount of money, ever, can be put on the value of Society’s Shadow ongoing showing Society its true self, its reflection, in many variations, for there are many variations within homeless people, and, in fact, each of them is unique. That alone makes homeless people of tremendous value to Society. LOL getting Society to see and accept that.
Having ranted, I confess, there are homeless people I really do not care to be around, nor to even see in public places, nor anywhere. Mean homeless people, really drunk homeless people, loud and obnoxious homeless people. And, there are homeless people I very much like to bump into, get caught up with, share stories, cry and laugh with. Ditto for mainstream people, by the way.
Like mainstream people, all homeless people, regardless of their history and character, are entitled to sleep at night, relieve themselves, breathe, drink water, and eat. And, be in public places if they are obeying reasonable as opposed to unreasonable laws. Looks to me, Key West is on the verge of being a Police State when it comes to Society’s Shadow. Quel dommage.
And, wasn’t that a big problem between Society and Jesus and his followers, none of whom had a place to lay down their heads at night, other than outside?
Perhaps winding down Peggy Butler’s and my recent discussion of Obama care, which she initiated:
If Obama got America out of the war business, Obamacare would be easy for the US to pay for, don’t you think?
That was one of the ways Obama said it was going to be paid for. Of course, no one’s buying insurance directly from the government, but from the insurance companies at much lower rates. I guess the cost is in having the ‘navigators’ go around the country telling people how the marketplace works before they sign up, keeping the website up to date, etc. I don’t know everything about it, either, but have gone on healthcare.gov a few times to read more about it. But, I definitely remember he said we can do it because we’re identifying so much Medicare fraud and we’re ending the wars. You could definitely qualify for it, Sloan, unless you’re drawing Social Security, and I thought you were still too young for that.
I was under the impression that if we qualified for Medicare (I’m shocked – I thought you were much younger than I than six years), we couldn’t change to Obamacare. Guess I need to find that out, don’t I.
I just found a site that explains it a little better, and it looks like for those of us 65 and older with Medicare, our only benefit from Obamacare is the preexisting clause and lower meds, plus the $250 for being in the donut hole (if he decides to do that again this year, it would be nice, since I’ve been in it a couple of months). Plus, we get the same free screenings as those younger than us. Anyway, here’s the site:
I started drawing Social Security when I was 62, because I had no income and needed a little financial relief. Tomorrow, I’m 71. So, Obama care means nothing to me, or anyone drawing Social Security, I learn from you.
Obama could have stopped both wars within weeks of taking office, by simply ordering all US military personnel out of Iraq and Afghanistan. He sure talked like that was what he was going to do, or pretty close to it, before he was elected in 2008.
I agree with you completely on his promises broken about the wars. He wanted us out of Iraq and Afghanistan yesterday before he took office, and then he got in and listened to the advice of the military machine, and of course, they didn’t want either war to end right away or in the near future. That’s what they live for – to fight wars, so why wouldn’t they advocate to stay in as many as they have going.
Maybe it isn’t up to presidents, but I have a feeling if we’d been in two wars when FDR took office, he would not have listened to anyone else. He’d just give the order. But, what do I know – sometimes I think I know nothing at all about the political game everyone up there plays.
As to Obamacare, I might be interpreting it wrong, that we get only the free screenings, the pre-existing condition clause and lower med costs – plus the donut hole phasing out gradually and totally ending by 1020, so everyone will pay 25% on their meds across the board after that.
I’m certainly not an authority on the Affordable Care Act, Sloan, so better get it from someone other than me. There must be ‘navigators’ at the health department. I’d check with them to make sure we’re exempt from partaking.
Have a peaceful week,
Someone billing out as Dakotanomad, from whom I sometimes hear, chimed in yesterday:
Federal government closing got ya down? Factor in this lil bit a history…
A History of petty rationale (or worse, lack of rationale–lack of ethics) for how and why Republicans shut down our Federal government, holding the citizens hostage and victims of their elitism, exclusion-ism, and general petty inconsiderate self righteousness.
thought you’d like to know
Newt Gingrich, crybaby: Famous NY Daily News cover explained
This report shows the 1995 Daily News Cover regarding the last time the Federal government shut down yet it is from Jan 2012 during the Newt Gingrich run for Republican presidential candidate
Still you see Newt in the media today as yet another has-been talking-head, lip-servicing excusing, this next yet, again, this successive Republican closing of our government, while they collect their paychecks; this, next, 17 years later, now (since ‘his’ — as speaker of the house)
Rachel Maddow presented this on MSNBC (Thur-10/3/2013) and the story of Newt’s perceiving a snub from President Clinton on the 1995 Rabin funeral trip to Israel in a US AirForce One delegation; a snub he admitted fueled his involvement with that historic shut down in 1995.
JANUARY 6, 2012 7:22 AM
BY ALEXANDER NAZARYAN
Today’s editorial page of the Daily News revives the famous, lingering charge that Newt Gingrich is a crybaby. That charge had been making a return in recent days after Gingrich, bitter at his Iowa caucus prospects, called Mitt Romney a liar. The New York Times reported on Tuesday from New Hampshire, “As Newt Gingrich stepped into the Barley House pub opposite the State Capitol to meet Republican lawmakers on Wednesday, a protester held a blowup of a famous cartoon portraying him in diapers as a ‘crybaby.”
In fact, that was the Nov. 16, 1995, cover of the Daily News. It is a cartoon (by Daily News artist Ed Murawinski) showing an infant Newt Gingrich in diapers, wailing, with the following headline: “Cry Baby: Newt’s Tantrum: He closed down the government because Clinton made him sit at back of plane.”
That story comes from the reporting of Lars-Erik Nelson, a Daily News columnist whose article that day (excerpted below) is responsible for that cover:
Here was Newt Gingrich, leader of the Republican Revolution and defender of civilization on this planet, forced to sit for 25 hours in the back of Air Force One, waiting for President Clinton to stop by and negotiate a budget deal. But Clinton never came back. So Gingrich, in his rage, drafted two resolutions that forced Clinton to bring the federal government to a grinding halt.
The extraordinary behind-the-scenes tale Gingrich told yesterday morning at a Christian Science Monitor breakfast is either comedy or tragedy, or junior high school cafeteria intrigue, take your pick. It surely was not what you expect to hear from the stewards of your government.
Gingrich had been invited aboard Air Force One last week to fly to the funeral of Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin. With a budget crisis pending, he expected Clinton would take time out during the flight to talk about a possible solution.
But Clinton, who seemed to be genuinely grieving over Rabin’s death, stayed up front in a cabin with former Presidents Jimmy Carter and George Bush on both the outward-bound and return trips.
Then, when the plane landed at Andrews Air Force base outside Washington, Gingrich and Senate Majority Leader Bob Dole were asked to deplane by gasp! the rear door.
“This is petty,” Gingrich confessed. “I’m going to say up front it’s petty, but I think it’s human. When you land at Andrews and you’ve been on the plane for 25 hours and nobody has talked to you and they ask you to get off by the back ramp . . . you just wonder, where is their sense of manners, where is their sense of courtesy?”
To Gingrich, the professor of history, this was one of the snubs of the century, ranking, he said, with the time Charles Evans Hughes stiffed Hiram Johnson of the California Progressive Party back in 1916, a slight that cost Hughes the California vote and the presidency. And it was this disrespect, Gingrich continued, that caused him to send the President two temporary financing and spending bills he knew that Clinton would have to veto thus shutting down the federal government.
That is quintessential Gingrich; but it is also quintessential Nelson, a public intellectual not unlike the recently departed Christopher Hitchens who wrote about politics but was eternally suspicious of it, and whose wit was not to so much a rapier as it was a Predator drone when it came to demolishing hypocrites, moralizers and blowhards. (Photo: Harry Hamburg)
And though he worked in the tabloid format for many years, Nelson was also a regular contributor to the New York Review of Books.Here, from its pages, is the sort of political reporting you are very unlikely to read these days:
Pretty young girls in pleated miniskirts were jumping up and down at the back of the gymnasium during Vice President George Bush’s raucous campaign appearance at Christ the King High School in Queens, New York, on October 20, 1988. The girls were cheerleaders and on this bizarre occasion their eyes shone and they squealed with excitement and shouted themselves hoarse at every mention of death.
No wonkery here that passes for analysis; no polemics that pass for opinion; every word carries its appropriate weight, no more or less.
Nelson was unlike many of those with whom he shared the pages of the New York Review, where he published often throughout the 90’s: a native of Brooklyn, a Republican, a columnist for the Daily News, not a Princeton professor or a Timesman. But above all, he was a wide-ranging traveler in the world of ideas whose capacious mind was only matched by his capacious interests: politics, literature, music, a knowledge of languages that included Russian, Czech, Polish, French, Italian and Japanese.
And he was as ardent a defender of the tabloid format as the 20th century ever saw. As a Columbia University (he was in the class of 1964) publication wrote upon his death, “The Daily News has always reveled in its status as New York’s blue-collar paper, but Nelson never acted as if that meant dumbing down content. “We have to be the smartest paper in the city,” he once wrote his friend Pete Hamill, a former Daily News editor. “We don’t treat our readers as if they are morons.”
Though Nelson had well-honed opinions, his strongest was that politics was a filthy business – as a Newsweek bureau chief in Moscow during the Soviet years, as a Washington correspondent for the News (and how much more scrupulous was Capitol Hill than the Kremlin?; less, I think, than we want to believe) and later a columnist for the paper, he deplored the hypocrisy and vitriol that had long settled like a fog over Washington. A visit to “Meet the Press” left him disgusted with the bloviating self-promotion that abounded there. He never came back.
Ken Starr’s “investigation” into Bill Clinton’s relations with Monica Lewinsky especially dismayed Nelson as an example of incivility. In another famous column, from 1998, this one titled, “He’s A Moral Pygmy But Still Our Prez,” Nelson wrote: “We can loathe him, scorn him, urge him to resign, threaten him with impeachment. But the country pays a price for crippling its President. And with all his faults, Clinton still retains his greatest asset: His worst political enemies are so loathsome, so greedy, so filled with venom that any alternative, even a moral pygmy, looks better.”
Nelson died at the young age of 59, on Nov. 20, 2000, as Gore and Bush were having their showdown in Florida: In fact, Nelson had been the first to report that Katherine Harris, Florida’s Secretary of State, was about as impartial as a used car salesman. There is nothing good about death, but the Bush years were so rotten, I am almost – though not quite – glad that Nelson did not have to suffer through them.
And if there is a special bower for journalists in heaven – or, better than a bower, a bar room – you can be sure that Nelson is smiling from way up there, watching as Gingrich is hounded by calls of “crybaby” all over again.
Me, I’m grateful I hopefully survived yesterday’s and last night’s dreams, still have a few of my wits about me, am not still homeless, am not Newt Gingrich, among other people, including President Obama, seem to have more friends than any person like me ought to have (that’s a joke, there could not possibly be any other person like me), and maybe I should be glad I put the ET drawing aside, although I do like this ET cartoon.
Hmmm, I wonder if I complete the ET drawing, if something might then happen to the star wars weapons and satellite guidance systems for earth war weapons? I wonder if I should have kept that to myself?
As for my 71st birthday, it’s not yet 10 a.m., the day is still young, maybe it will be more peaceful than what happened before the dawn’s early light. Or, at least maybe more fun.
Photo taken in 2011 by amiga Rose Dell, who, along with her mom, Coco, run Coco’s Kitchen in the Winn-Dixie shopping mall on Big Pine Key. Rose also is a Realtor, she sold my place on Little Torch, and her real estate firm, Rose Dell & Associates, seems to be doing a good job for her clients.
For quite a few years now, the angels have figured out how to arrange for my birthdays to be … exciting.