My body has become purpose
My mind numbed
Waiting is now a memory
Fear has forgotten to land on me
And grasp my flesh with it’s piercing talons
I move through liquid
Everything slowed but my body
In one moment I will go through that door
10 seconds from death
I feel a sense of exhilaration
Where are all of the adults? Who lets someone back in who has been treating Ebola patients and doesn’t monitor them? It’s not like we are talking about Chickenpox here.
Epic stupidity or arrogance, it is hard to tell which one. On the upside, if it does take off in New York I have 200 N95 respirators that will suddenly be for sale…..
“The chances of the average New Yorker contracting Ebola are extremely slim,” officials said. “Ebola is spread by directly touching the bodily fluids of an infected person. You cannot be infected simply be being near someone who has Ebola.”
As a precaution, officials removed the door to Spencer’s building when they arrived on the scene, a witness told CBS 2.
Sources said Spencer went bowling last night in Williamsburg and took an Uber car to get there and back, 1010 WINS’ Carol D’Auria reported.”
Take no chances, take the whole damn door!
I still can’t go there.
To that little swatch of grass
bathed in sunlight
without even a dappling of shade
It seems like a green field of memories
with almost no one left to remember
Even the words subscribed on the tiny brass plaques
seem somehow belittling
With them set into the ground
for the convenience of mowers
to pass over
It makes her seem
that she shouldn’t trouble the groundskeeper
with her monument
It makes me think of the mundane consequences of death
that overshadow the greatness of life
Like the simple economics
I can’t look at the life of such a beautiful women
summed up in such a small way
it seems so common
I know that she would have told you
that she was common
but she wasn’t
She had a greatness in her soul and being
that transcended the normal
that transcends death
I am overwhelmed by that little plaque
and it’s insignificance
Enough to paralyze me from going there
I know that if I see it it will push
the other memories from my mind
and supplant her
She will become a place in a cemetery
with a little map on the grounds keeping shed
gridded and numbered
number 6 in row B
a little part of the order in a small field
and I can’t have that.
Yeah, even guys like me have Moms.
Think the Republicans are the answer? Not for a minute, all they are concerned with is remaining in the seat of power.They made their position clear in the primaries by knocking out any of the constitutionally concerned candidates.
Instead of having liberty minded men in the seats of power, we will have guys like Thad Cochran voting our destiny for us.
What we are witnessing are the last convulsing gasps of our political system and possibly our culture. I believe that within our time and sooner rather than later, that we will be faced with the choice to either kneel or resist.
Hope and change is coming; It is not finished yet by a long sight. The change will be something that we as a society will abhor, but will be forced by the propaganda machine of the ruling elite to accept.
“Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.”
John F. Kennedy