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I voted for the Democrat in every election since 1976. I appreciate honesty, kindness and courage. I loathe cruelty and indifference. I am Discordian. I mean you no harm. But if you are cruel, or indifferent, I may point and laugh. #stillwithher.

It Takes A Village: VNV Wednesday Disjointed Gathering

The Village News & Views March 22, 2017
Wednesday Get Over the Hump Free for All

Howdy friendly Village people!

I wasn’t sure how long it would take for events to converge in such a way as to render me without a coherent theme or idea for my Wednesday blog posting here at Moose Pond, but it didn’t take that long. That day is here. It may return. We can only hope for the best.

Tonight I’m going to be doing something unexpected and fun, going to a concert. Duran Duran. I’ve seen them before, it was a number of years ago. I’ll let you know my thoughts afterwards if I have any. In the meantime, here’s a semi-random collection of Things I hope you may enjoy or at least not be too bored by.

He’s sinking faster than a drowning man
He’ll grab a hold of anyone he can
Gun in his pocket and a heart of ham
Uncle Sam…

He’s dying faster than a rabid dog
Infect us all now he’s losing blood
Nose for trouble and a soul of rock
Smokey’s man…

Don’t drag me down
I don’t wanna drown
Your going down
(Hay) NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA

There’s not much flesh
Just skin and bone
Cheeks sunk deep
Eyes popping wide
Don’t put out a hand to help him
This drowning man will bite it right off
Right off , Right off , Right off..

He’s selling faster than a magazine
Infect us all with his TV screen
He’s selling faster than a magazine
Infect us all with his TV screen
He’s selling faster than a magazine
Infect us all with his TV screen
He’s selling faster than a magazine
Infect us all with his TV screen

Don’t drag me down
I don’t wanna drown
Your going down
(Hay) NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA

It Takes A Village: VNV Wednesday Ides of March Edition

The Village News & Views March 15, 2017
Wednesday Get Over the Hump Free for All

Good morning fellow Village people!

It’s Day 55 of the Resistance and the election is far, far behind us. Perception is a weird thing, and in this new America it often feels like one day is a week and every week is a month. So much tension, so many assaults on our sensibilities, Muslim bans, destruction of health care, Russian collaboration… the list unfortunately goes on.

So I realize I should “be over it”. However, it seems I may not be. In fact, my mind wants to argue that there is some illogic to “being over it”, that something valuable and important may be lost if I just give in and get over it.

I haven’t.

March 15th is of course the Ides of March. I remember as a little girl demanding to know what Ides were and why Ceasar was supposed to fear them. Shakespeare has never been my particular thing but I always did love Marc Antony’s speech in Act 3, Scene 2, and have parodied it a time or two, however badly.

It appears I haven’t quite gotten that out of my system yet either.

Patient friends, I promise tweets and a cat meme or two at the end. Meanwhile…

Yo, Village – blank verse by momentarygrace

It Takes A Village: VNV Wednesday The Prisoner Resistance Primer

The Village News & Views March 8, 2017
Wednesday Get Over the Hump Free for All

In 1967 a television program aired called The Prisoner. Staring and in many ways the brainchild of actor Patrick McGoohan, who was directly off a 4 year stint on the espionage thriller Danger Man (seen in the US as Secret Agent), the show aired 17 episodes and became very possibly the literal prototype of the television cult classic.

Yes, there was a remake in 2009, but we are going to pretend that didn’t happen, because, well, it might as well not have.

There’s a massive amount of opinion and fan discussion both on the web and in published media about the original series and I will be shocked if very many Meeses are entirely unaware of it. It has been on my mind of late, for a number of reasons not the least of which was the name change that occurred in our original community over on the Daily K from the Village Under the Bus to simply, The Village. That renaming was an elegant effort on the part of one of our bedrock members to preserve the group in that location, however it struck me as both poetic and ironic that our fellowship should eventually end up with a name associate with one of the most extreme, and effective Resistors in all of fiction.

It was only a matter of time before I brought up the subject for consideration by my fellows and that is how we come to today’s post…

The Prisoner: A Resistance Primer

“If I could do it again, I would. As long as people feel something, that’s the great thing. It’s when they are walking around not thinking and not feeling, that’s tough. When you get a mob like that, you can turn them into the sort of gang that Hitler had.”

It Takes A Village: VNV Wednesday What Cats Can Teach Us About Resistance

The Village News & Views
Wednesday Get Over the Hump Free for All 

Did you #BLACKOUTTRUMP last night? Since I’m writing this before the actual speech, I’m sure there will be a number of blogs and news stories about it by Wednesday morning, however I’m going to give you the fun of finding them yourself and talk about something else.

What Can Cats Teach Us About Resistance:

“Never try to outstubborn a cat.”
Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love

Not everyone loves cats. Since I respect everyone’s freedom to their own preferences, I suggest that if you aren’t a fan of the cat, when reading this diary, every time you see the word “cat”, you insert the name of your favorite animal.

It Takes A Village: VNV 2-22-17 Persist, Resist, & The Next Thing I Knew

The Village News & Views
Wednesday Get Over the Hump Free for All

With Love from the Land of the Absurd:

It’s all DoReMI’s fault. Tuesday’s post was a wonderful collection of political cartoons, including a very appropriate one from none other than Theodor Seuss Geisel, the one and only Dr. Seuss. I learned to read on Seuss books and always loved the good doctor’s gentle absurdity.

And lo and behold, as I pondered what to do for today’s Hump Day Free For All, my brain churned, coughed and sputtered and produced this. I offer it with love, with all props and respect to the Master, and with the blessing of Eris. And now…

It Takes A Village: VNV 2-15-17

In honor of Lysis’s orginal Hillary News & Views, welcome to

The Village New & Views
Wednesday Get Over the Hump Free for All

This Week In Music:

So, the Grammys… I have the patience of a toddler when it comes to awards shows so I’m not going to try and do anything comprehensive here, but I picked out some tweets that hit things I was interested in. Then there was that lady with the Make America Great Again dress. So that happened. Some other things did also…

There was a lot more, some great, some eh. Among the great, moving tribute to George Michael by Adele, and kick-ass tribute to Prince by Bruno Mars. You either saw them or you can find them. But post below what you thought was significant, that I left out.

And now, a brief jaunt into the land of rainbows and kittens, ’cause the real world is a little stressful right now. Except it isn’t, as you will see. Rather than a lovely escape, this fantasy Twitter account @IfHillaryHad started a little wistful, and has become some awesome satire.
(language warning: Alt-HRC does not mince words cusses like a sailor)

In An Alternate Paradise:

 

Thank you for your patience. Love and peace, Village! Enjoy your Wednesday gathering.

We are #StrongerTogether

We are #TheResistance and #WePersist

All are welcome!

It Takes A Village: VNV 2-8-17

In honor of the original post by Lysis that started it all, the Hillary News & Views, I offer

The Village New & Views
Wednesday Get Over the Hump Free for All

persist!

This Just In:

And now in the spirit of women who persist…

Black History Month – The First Woman I Wanted to be President

Lately I have been thinking about a person who is incredibly significant in American political history, a personal touchstone for me: Barbara Charline Jordan, described in her Wikipedia entry as a lawyer, educator, American politician and leader of the Civil Rights Movement.

I’m not going to give more than a thumbnail sketch of biographical material – you can read her Wikipedia entry for yourself to refresh your memory, or better, read Denise Oliver Velez’s wonderful essay on DKos, Barbara Jordan: ‘She always did sound like God’. Denise writes like an archangel so it makes sense to point you to her writing, it’s certainly better than mine.

What I have to offer is only perspective, and a personal connection, albeit closer in my mind than in ‘real life’. The first thread of connection is her name, Barbara. That is my given name also, and I think there are other Barbaras in our Village group that we know well. It might seem like an insignificant coincidence, but words have power, and names have amazing resonance for some. Names we are born with, names that we choose, can define us, can connect us.

The second thread – Barbara was a native of Houston, my town. Different neighborhoods – I grew up in the suburbs northeast of town outside (then) the city limits and just before the next place up the road, Aldine. Barbara grew up in Fourth Ward. Different, but I could imagine we saw some of the same streets, felt the same rhythm, since city rhythms are unique and defy duplication.

I probably only became aware of her when she became the US Representative from Texas’s 18th Congressional District, a seat held today by Shirley Jackson Lee. The 18th District looks kind of like a fat G and winds from north of town down through the northwest, through the middle of downtown Houston and finally back up to the northeast. It’s one of those funny looking shapes for a district that was probably drawn along racial lines that have subsequently blurred but never completely faded.

Two years after the Watergate break-in scandal the country, including me and my grandmother, found themselves in the summer of 1974 watching the Congressional Impeachment Hearings on live television. It was in a period of personal upheaval and the last summer I was able to spend time just hanging out with my grandmother, who had been an oasis for me for a significant number of years. Together, we watched the hearings and shook our heads, marveling at the utter strangeness of the times – a presidential impeachment, after the scandals, the Vietnam War, the unrest, the turmoil, some of which even reach our Houston suburb.

That’s probably where I heard Barbara Jordan speak for the first time. A member of the House Judiciary Committee, she gave a fifteen minute speech on live television on July 25th which is credited by many as being one of the reasons Richard Nixon finally bowed to the inevitable and resigned. Like every speech this woman gave, it was powerful, smart, clear and rang with an unparalleled understanding and love for the principles embodied in the Constitution. It was, quite frankly, far over my head, as a high school teenager, but her amazing voice and the clarity with which she communicated were more than enough to reach out and ensnare my mind and heart.

I could barely have understood how incredibly unique she was, how groundbreaking and earthshaking. I had lived through race riots in my junior high school years over desegregation and I knew that the promise of our Founding Fathers that all men were created equal was not a realized reality in our land.

But I grew up with Lieutenant Uhura, and Nurse Julia and Barney Collier and while I knew the struggle was real, I thought everyone understood that bigotry and prejudice were the past and had no place in our future.

I graduated high school in 1976, the Bicentennial year. Our class song was Philadelphia Freedom. Our colors were red white and blue, even though the school colors were black and gold. And there was a presidential election coming up that year that we would be old enough to vote in.

There was some talk about Barbara Jordan as a possible running mate for Jimmy Carter and I really wanted that to happen. Instead, she became the first African American woman to be a keynote speaker at the Democratic National Convention. Though she was not a candidate, she actually got one delegate vote for president!

That year I was positive that I would live to see Barbara Jordan as President of the United States, some day.

We were never so fortunate.

If you already know her, and have heard her speak, I hope this small recollection does not seem too shabby a tribute.

If you haven’t heard her, do yourself a favor.

Keynote speech, part one. Listen to them cheer her… Listen to how carefully she says, “a Barbara Jordan”.

Part two. Accountability.

Part three. “Whatever differs from this…”

The impeachment speech. Listen to the unerring precision of her fire.

Thank you for your patience. Love and peace, Village! Enjoy your Wednesday gathering.

We are — Stronger Together!

#TheResistance

All are welcome!