Showing posts with label Oscar Wilde. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oscar Wilde. Show all posts

Thursday, January 07, 2021

January 5th And 6th Part Two

"America is the only country
 that went from barbarism to decadence
 without civilization in between."
 
~Oscar Wilde
 
25th Amendment Now 

"In America, anyone can become president.
 That's the problem."
 
~George Carlin
 
 
What fresh HELL will January 7th bring?
 
 

Thursday, December 06, 2018

Barbarism And Decadence

"America is the only country that went from
 barbarism to decadence
 without civilization in between."

~Oscar Wilde 

I took this picture of the flag, when I saw it hanging in a window in Berkeley, earlier this year. I took the original photo in color, but when I went to edit it, and get frame it for this post, I realized that I couldn't do it. I couldn't post the original as I took it, because I am beginning to not recognize the flag's colors anymore. Don't get me wrong, I am not relapsing into Anhedonia, I am just beginning to not understand what America, and it's colors, stand for anymore.

Is it the mass incarceration of 14,000 children, separated from their parents, and held in tent cities at the boarder? Is it a president who spends his time each day, harassing folks who he feels don't worship at his feet? Is America all about the blatant stealing of elections in North Carolina or about having a president so nasty, and unchecked, that he is being asked to not speak at funerals? How about the hiring of wildly unqualified individuals to work in our government? Maybe it's about a president who uses his position, as the leader of the free world, for his own personal profit? Is that all okay now, as long as he brings enough, and the right kind, of hate?

I am beginning to not recognize the colors of America, and yet I was born an American, and will probably die an American. I am terrified of what will come out, when the full story of Trump's behavior and activities are finally revealed. And it will, one day, be fully laid open, bare bones to the world. So, what will it say about not just him, but us. You and me and the men and women standing next to us? Think about it. No matter how you voted, there will ALWAYS be a chapter in history books, probably titled simply...

 Donald Trump.

Donald John Trump, a man who only understands
 barbarism and decadence.

How else could it be titled? He has done so many egregious things, that future generations won't be able to choose just one incident to address. Brinkmanship. Kidnapping. His recent self-descriptive title of The King of Tariffs? How about the chapter being titled, He Was A Very Stable Genius? Again, self-described. Who knows? I am pretty sure it is something most Americans don't think about it. Why should they? Either they will still be supporters, even after all the revelations have come to light, or like me, I will grieve this time the rest of my life, so why think about what America will be thought of, a hundred years from now! And yet I do.

This is an unrelenting time of grief for me. I miss America. The America that stood for values. Remember when the Republican party claimed to stand for "family values"? Well, they are now supporting a man who admits to grabbing women by the pussy. Who harasses people he doesn't like. Bad mouths former presidents. Tells Americas national security secrets, to hostile foreign nations. Lies to the American people daily. And says nothing about the GOP, in Wisconsin, stripping the incoming, democratically elected governor, of his powers to run the state? Well, you get it. You know the list. Like I said, future generations will probably have to call this era, simply...

 Donald J. Trump.

Eventually this time will be over. And I know that as relieved I might be, I also wonder just how deep within our government, the damage has been done. Will we fully ever know? Perhaps. But it will take a long time to clean up the mess. And understand, his impeachment will not make me happy. He and his family going off to jail will not make me happy, because it will mean a permanent stain on America, forever.

 Forever. Forever. Forever. 
Forever.
Forever.
Forever.

My father was a child of the "Greatest Generation" and I miss him very much. I wish I could sit down with him, and talk to him about this time in America, but he passed away in 1995. While I can't have that longed for conversation, I do still turn my eyes toward Heaven and occasionally ask, Dad, can you believe this? My dad always knew what to say, when life got scary. I miss his unique perspectives, now more than ever! But in this dark time, with a man sitting in the Oval Office that my father considered to be an absolute idiot, the first time he heard him speak, I am glad he's not here to go through this stressful time. I am thankful that he didn't have to see what's become of the America he loved so much.

Dad, can you believe this?



#76 Leaf Of The Day
December 6th 2018
Photographed October 14th 2018
Sacramento, California
Samsung

"The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain." 

~Ray Bradbury
Fahrenheit 451


~Mood: Sad
~Me

 

Friday, June 22, 2007

Spirit Of The Moonlight

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."

-Oscar Wilde

The garden is progressing nicely. I should have some nice photos by the end of the weekend. It was a beautiful day yesterday, and I had planned to take a trip up to Santa Rosa, but I was tired and my energy wasn't 100%, so I decided I will go in a week or two instead. So, while I was at home, I did a little more work in the garden, and planted a couple more planters worth of summer flowers. After I was finished, it was nearly dark, so I grabbed the camera and got in some practice with the low light. I was very pleased with the little pink rose buds, the plant food I gave them has been great. They are looking so nice, and smell so spicy, it was really lifting my mood just to be near them. I was snapping away, practicing with the macro setting, and I didn't even realize that my little garden fairy was sitting in the pot. I can't believe I was so focused on the rose, I completely missed her. When I uploaded the photos, I was very pleased with what I saw. It was a good day with the camera, and a lovely night with the cool air... and a beautiful summer moon.

Spirit Of The Moonlight (Haiku)
By OndineMonet

A Moonlight Spirit
Dreams Among Summer Roses
As Her Heart Lies Still

-OndineMonet
"Moonlight Spirit"
Berkeley, California
June 21, 2007
Late Evening