A sturdy building.
Monthly Archives: February 2020
Open Letter To The Three Stooges
Lies and conspiracy theories are cheap and plentiful.
Dear Messrs. Donald Trump, John Michael (Mick) Mulvaney, and Michael Huckabee,
There is a time for having fun, a time for jokes and humour. However, there is also a time to be serious. I read with horror this morning Mr. Mulvaney’s comments, obviously intended to be funny, claiming that the reason the media was reporting extensively on the spread of the coronavirus was to try to “take down” Donald Trump.
If I took your comments seriously, Mr. Mulvaney, I would have asked you if, then, the entire world was attempting to “take down” Trump, since media outlets worldwide are providing continual coverage and updates on the spread of this illness. But I realized that nobody with any sense would make such a statement except in jest, so while it annoyed me, I let it ride.
Then later in the day you, Mr. Trump, came along and made the same claim…
View original post 646 more words
Twelve Years of Bloomberg as Mayor: A New Yorker’s Perspective (Part Two)
More about Mayor Michael Bloomberg.
As I announced last Monday, I will be doing a couple of posts on what it was like to have current presidential candidate Michael Bloomberg as mayor (and particularly justice-related topics from his time as mayor). This is the first of two such posts, as honestly, I have too much material to fit into one post.
This first post will focus on his treatment of other people while he was mayor, particularly his treatment of people of color, Muslims, women, and the poor. Buckle up, because this is going to be rough…
While he has apologized repeatedly for the existence of stop-and-frisk under his police force while he was mayor, I think it’s difficult to talk about his time as mayor without talking about that practice. The practice, which allowed police to stop someone temporarily to search, question, and detain someone, disproportionately targeted people of color. Consider the fact that…
View original post 872 more words
Back With More … Snarky Snippets
Some of the things really going on in the U.S. we should be aware of.
Today, I woke already filled with residual snark from last night. Then, the day added it’s own dose, and the net result is that Filosofa is once again grrrrrrrowling. Wait … did I ever stop growling?
You call this a debate???????????
Last night’s debate was a most disgusting display, and if this is an indicator of things to come, please shoot me now. These debates … they are not opportunities to hear the candidates’ platforms and ideologies. They are naught but popularity contests … a chance to see and be seen, to be heard, to see who can scream the loudest, who can … get the best dig in at one or more of the other candidates. They are a chance for the people of this country to see what a shamble we have devolved into. 
Arm-waving, fist-shaking, yelling and talking over one another … it reminds me more of…
View original post 820 more words
Aussie Picnics~
Pictures from Cindy Knoke of some of Australia’s friendly wallabies.
Are definitely the best.
The most interesting folks stop by.
Whats for lunch?
It’s an awkward question for me because I hadn’t planned on wallabies stopping by.
The good news is, they aren’t picky guests!
Cheers to you from Australia’s friendly wallabies~
yellow pigmented with red
Just stunning. —- Suzanne
Good People Doing Good Things — Dr. Kwane Stewart
A good person doing good things for others in need.
Imagine for a moment if you will that you are homeless … you’ve lost most everything you had in life … except your dog. The only one who still loves you, who faithfully stays by your side through thick and thin, doesn’t care if you haven’t had a shower in days, or if you’ve got that same ugly grey sweatshirt on for the third day in a row. He cuddles by your side at night, gives you a g’night lick on the cheek, and his is the first face you see when you wake in your makeshift tent on the sidewalk, or under the overpass. Your best friend … maybe your only friend.
Meet Dr. Kwane Stewart, DVM. Nine years ago, Stewart, wanting to show his young son the importance of giving back, spent an afternoon at a soup kitchen offering medical care to the pets of homeless people in…
View original post 743 more words
Twelve Years of Bloomberg as Mayor: A New Yorker’s Perspective (Part One)
A series about onetime Mayor Bloomberg by the author who lived there at the time.
As I said in my recent “blog news” post, I hope to focus on issues that are either misunderstood or “under the radar” during this election season.
One of those “under the radar” issues is the mayoralty of Michael Bloomberg in New York City, especially since he is viewed as the “alternate to Bernie” (for those who are scared of Bernie Sanders). And, considering the fact that I lived in New York for nearly his entire tenure as mayor (with the exception of my freshman year and part of my sophomore year at college), I feel that I have something to offer on this under-the-radar issue. I feel it’s under the radar because, while certain elements of his past, such as stop-and-frisk, have been highlighted, many other elements of his time as mayor seem not to be discussed as much as they should be.
Some people may ask why…
View original post 324 more words
Terms of Endearment
Enduring terms.
Persephone & Demeter, Susan Seddon Boulet
I have had many nicknames over the years, from the inevitable adolescent reflections on my anatomy, an avenue we will not explore here thank-you-very-much, to the classically inspired… and just about everything in between. Most have had a literary inspiration, when I think about it. My sons long ago began to look down from their lofty heights and call me a hobbit. That one has not only stuck but appears to have taken root and is now applied by many friends worldwide. I want it on record that this refers solely to my vertically challenged state… I do not have hairy feet. And they are tiny. Though it is true I am seldom seen with shoes and I have an inordinate passion for mushrooms and my Shire, where the roots go very deep.
I may have Peter Jackson to thank for a lucky escape…
View original post 893 more words
pink in bloom
Delightful. —- Suzanne
Musings on Life & Experience 