Tuesday, December 22, 2020

THE MAGNIFICAT

 

Not exactly the image of Mary most of us grew up on The article in the Washington Post source of the graphic and an opinion piece from someone raised Evangelical, and the pastor's daughter at that. The  artist's name is Ben Wildflower. When I first read the entire piece it surprised the heck out of me. But heck, I was raised in the Methodist congregation either so liberal or so controlled by the status quo that we didn't do Advent and we didn't do Lent. 

The Magnificat Luke 1:46-55

My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord,
my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for He has looked with favor on His humble servant.
From this day all generations will call me blessed,
the Almighty has done great things for me,
and holy is His Name.

The first verses are the ones most of us are familiar with. Then there is the rest of the passage. The passage most conservative, even not so conservative, protestants are familiar with. Mary has received the visitation and goes to visit her cousin Elizabeth. Breaks into song and here is the rest. Prophetic song. The proud will be scattered, the mighty cast down, the humble raised, the hungry fed.

He has mercy on those who fear Him
in every generation.
He has shown the strength of his arm,
He has scattered the proud in their conceit.
He has cast down the mighty from their thrones,
and has lifted up the humble.
He has filled the hungry with good things,
and the rich He has sent away empty.
He has come to the help of His servant Israel
for He has remembered his promise of mercy,
the promise He made to our fathers,
to Abraham and his children for ever.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit,
as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be for ever.
Amen, Alleluia. [8]

The Old Testament prophets repeated this message over and over. Also including merchants who gave false weights and mixed the sweepings from the floor with the good grain. Also modern politian's who don't want the poor to be too comfortable if  it means the rich might have to give up some of their wealth. 

CHRISTMAS CATS

This original story did not happen at Christmas. But it is way funny. And now picture everythng happening with Christmas decorations thrown in as everyone, including the cats, enters total chaos. 


And a differnt Christmas chaos courtesy of Simon's Cats. Imagine that wine hitting the cat at the top of the tree.

Bugs and The Great Wine Explosion

By Franny Syufy

It all started soooo innocently...
DH and I were strolling down memory lane decided to revist our ill-spent youth by buying a bottle of Asti Spumonte, a sparkling wine that sort of tastes like apples. We wanted it for dinner and DH decided to put it in the freezer...where we promptly forgot about it.

When we got it out of the freezer, it looked pretty frozen. For reasons that can only be described as male, DH decided it to open the bottle just as Bugs, with his back turned to him, decided to eat some kibble half a kitchen away. Before I could yell, "Contents under pressure, you idiot!" DH popped the cork.

Which flew. Across the room. Hitting Bugs on the butt. With considerable force. He levitated four feet vertically into the air — just in time to meet the stream of Asti Spumonte ice winging its way through the air. Mid-air collision: cat, half-frozen wine, DH trying to save cat.

Howls. From Bugs and DH, who catches Bugs, claws first, because they are now fully extended and working with piston-like energy in full getaway mode because DH has the bottle, which is making splurting noises and foaming in an alarming manner, in the other hand . Bugs uses DH's chest as a launching pad and races off in blind panic through the livingroom, showering flecks of wine ice everywhere he goes.

And where does he take cover? In our bed of course, under the duvet, rolling wildly to get the nasty-smelling cold stuff OFF his back. Which meant, of course, that he had to have a bath, because not only is he sticky, but we're concerned that wine just can't be good for brown cats. Although Tum, whom we caught lapping at the pool of melted wine in the kitchen, clearly did not agree, given the protest he made when we locked him downstairs for the duration of clean-up.

Anyways, Bugs, wet and completely disgusted, has banished us to the bench for a prolonged time-out with prejudice. Anybody like a glass of winecicle?

- drunementon

Franny's Note: "the bench" refers to the "Mean Mommy Bench," aka MMB, where forum members are relegated for acts cruel and inhumane toward cats. You'll find one or more of us huddled there at any given time, sharing hot cocoa, ice tea, or wine, depending on the season and our degree of remorse.


Monday, December 21, 2020

SOLSTICE AT NEWGRANGE

Newgrange is a Neolithic mound complex located on the north side of the river Boyne in County Meath Ireland. It is described as a passage tomb although archelogists are not totally certain what the complex was used for. What we do is what happens on the Winter Solstice. At sunrise the light enters the passage, illuminating the interior on that one day a year. It happens whether it's cloudy or not but it is mor impresssive if the sun is actually shining that morning. Newgrange is dated at approximately 3,200 BCE. Making it older than the pyramids.The builders had a fair knowledge of astronomy and a calendar of some kind. 


A Solstice Litany from the book Winter Solstice by James Matthews.

For the return of the sun – Blessings and Peace
For the gifts we give…and receive – Blessings and Peace
For all the gift givers – Blessings and Peace
For the Children of Wonder – Blessings and Peace
For the children everywhere – Blessings and Peace
For sunsets and starlight – Blessings and Peace
For sunlight and moonlight – Blessings and Peace
For streams rippling under the winter’s ice – Blessings and Peace
For raging torrents rushing to the sea – Blessings and Peace
For rain and rainbows – Blessings and Peace
For the warmth of fire in the cold of winter – Blessings and Peace
For the trees on the hill – Blessings and Peace
For the tree in the corner – Blessings and Peace
For the candles in the window – Blessings and Peace
For the gifts of friendship – Blessings and Peace
For Bards and their gifts of poetry – Blessings and Peace
For Singers and the music they share – Blessings and Peace
For the prayers for peace – Blessings and Peace
For those who pray for peace where there is no peace – Blessing and Peace

The authors encourage you to adapt to include whatever you’re thankful for right now. I certainly did. The Matthew's have a soft spot for hand bell ringers, good food and that vital necessity. Good cooks. 

 

Saturday, December 19, 2020

THE SOLSTICE GREAT CONJUNCTION


Writer's block continues. And the family tree. Almost all roads seem to lead to Charlamagne. Thank heaven not all his wives and mistresses had children. And not all of those children had childred. Anywway when all else fails look to the sky. 


Picture from the North Carolina Weather Authority on the night of the 16th. Telescope shot obviously. I'm not sure if the little dot at the top of the picture is a moon of  Jupiter or a star. Or how the power of this telescope stacks against the one Galileo used. The planets look so close together there is really more than 450 million miles between them. And I'm not sure how long the exposure was to get this shot 

Astronomy has always fascinated me. Even had a telescope once upon a time. Too much city lights and living next to hills didn't provide very good "seeing." David Scharpf took this shot. 
 

Friday, December 18, 2020

JUPITER AND SATURN


 Shot taken by Jim Wright from Stonekettle Station. Shot taken today in the Florida panhandle. The bright one is Jupiter. The smaller dots close by are the four moons decribed by Galileo. The bright dot above is Saturn. Around the solstice the two planets will be at their closest. The last time they were this close was around 1674. I offer this since I'm suffering from a bad case of writer's block. If you have clear skies the two are visible to the southwest sometime before dawn. 

Friday, December 11, 2020

ORDERED LIBERTY IN NEW ENGLAND

I'm trying to do something about voting and the first split in the colonies over who had the right to vote in Massachusetts colony. It's going slowly.


(The Reverand Thomas Hooker. His disagreement with the leaders of Massachusetts colony led to the founding of Hartford in what became Connecticutt.)

When British emigrants came to the New World they brought more than their religious beliefs and folkways. Each group; Puritans and dissenters, Quakers and Pietists, exiled Cavaliers, British borderers and Irish economic refugees brought their own conception of liberty.

 The colonists of New Englanders had some conceptions of liberty that were unique to their settlements. David Fischer argues in Albion’s Seed that the word liberty was used in four different ways that would probably strike modern Americans as unusual.

 One  use of liberty described liberty or liberties that belonged to the community or communities rather than the individual. Writers, from the founding of the colony for the next two centuries spoke of the liberty of New England, the liberty of Boston, or the liberty of the town. There is evidence that Sam Adams wrote more often about the ”liberty of America” than the liberty of individual Americans.

 This concept of collective liberty was consistent, to New Englanders at least, with restrictions on individual liberty that modern Americans would find very restrictive to say the least. In early years of the Massachusetts colony, potential colonists couldn’t settle there without permission from the general court. Persons who were judged to have dangerous opinions, in the eyes of the authorities, could be and occasionally were shipped back to England. Not every Tom, Dick, or Harry was allowed to move into the colony without permission.

 Those colonial New Englanders accepted restraints, but did insist that the restrictions be consistent with the written laws of the Commonwealth. And they insisted that they had the right to order their communities in their own way. Not the way it was done in Pennsylvania, or Virginia, or in some cases even England. (An intersting bit of history given the extremely long shot attempt of Texas to try to tell four swing states how to run their electons.)

Liberty or liberties had a second meaning in New England. One that had roots in the counties of East Anglia where many of colonists and most of their pastors left when they emigrated. Individuals could be granted the liberty to do something that they normally couldn’t do. For example, certain individuals could be granted the liberty to fish or hunt in certain areas while that liberty was denied to others. In some cases the liberty granted depended on someone’s social rank. For example a gentleman could not be punished with a whipping unless the crime was extremely serious and “his course of life was vicious and profligate.” (The author didn’t provide any examples. However military commander, whose name escapes me at the momentm was fined when his wife met him at the door and he hugged and kissed her in public.) Those of lesser rank, had a lesser liberty: they were limited to forty stripes or less if they were sentenced to a flogging.

 And codified in the fundamental liberties of the colony was the right of any man, inhabitant or foreigner to come before the courts or town meetings and have his voice heard. And if he couldn’t plead his own cause he had the right to ask someone else to speak for him.

 And there was a third kind of liberty in New England. It was referred to as Soul Liberty, Christian Liberty or Freedom of Conscience. This did not mean freedom of conscience in the way we understand it. This was freedom to practice the true faith as defined by the fundamental law of the colony. This liberty did not apply to Quakers, Catholics, Anglicans, Baptists, or even Presbyterians who did not agree to a very restrictive definition of reformed theology. And that definitions could, and often did, depend on the whim of the local minister.

 Basically, it meant they were free to persecute everyone else in their own way. I know, I’m getting a headache just trying to wrap my brain around the idea that the freedom to serve God in your own way in your own community could be defined as the right to hang Quakers for preaching in the town. Granted the death penalty was not used for a first offense. First the persistant preacher would be exiled. Second offense usually was met with a flogging. Man or woman on the bare back, sometimes tied to the back of a cart and flogged through the town. Come back a third time and and you might end up at the end of a rope. 

Actually Quakers were forbidden the right to settle in the Massachusetts colony up to early 1660's. In 1661 Charles II forbade the excution of Quakers. In 1684 the orginal Massachusetts charter was revoked, the basic laws of the colony brought into compliance with English law and a new governor installed.  In 1689 the Glorious Revolution saw the passage of the toleration acts. Which were exactly that. You still had to be a member of the Church of England and swear to I believe it was the Thirty Nine Articles to obtain a university degree, preach in church, get a license to be a doctor or a lawyer, You were tolerated. Unless you were a Roman Catholic. Many of the restrictions on Catholics were still enforced in Britain and, they weren't too popular in the colonies either. 

 And, at times, liberty was used in a fourth way. It described an obligation of the “body politicke” to protect individual members from what the author calls the “tyranny of circumstance.” The Massachusetts poor laws may have been limited but the General Court recognized a right for individuals to be free from want in a basic sense. It wasn’t a question of collective welfare or even social equality.

 In Fischer’s opinion these four ways of looking at liberty; collective liberty, individual liberties, soul freedom and freedom from tyranny of circumstance were all part of what the New Englanders sometimes called ordered liberty. The New Englanders had their ways of defining liberty; other colonies and their settlers didn’t always agree.


Wednesday, December 9, 2020

BEWARE THE GERRYMANDER

With apologies to Lewis Carroll you can sort of substitute the Gerrymander for the Jabberwock but I still don't know what a Jubjub bird or a bandersnatch looks like. But beware the gerrymander anyway. 

 “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

From the Public Policy Website, UMass at Dartmouth.


Ugly bugger isn't it. Gerrymandering isn't new. It's almost as old as the nation. 1812 wasn't exactly the best year in our early history what with the war and all. 

"In 1812 Elbridge Gerry, the Democratic- Republican Governor of Massachusetts, did something practically unheard of. He let Democratic-Republicans in Massachusetts use their political power to redraw district lines to ensure a victory for the Democratic-Republican Party in the state senate election. After Gerry signed a bill to make this kind of redistricting legal, a cartoon was put into a local newspaper that made the Boston district he had drawn look like a salamander. The name “gerrymander” comes from a combination of Elbridge Gerry’s name and the famous salamander from the cartoon. Ever since then, politicians have been altering district lines to fit their needs." Liz Anusaukas.

Gerry was also a signer of the Declaration of Independence. It's a pity that a man who served his country well in many ways is mainly remembered for that ugly amphibian. The Democratic Republicans came into being in opposition to the Federalists. 

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

CONSERVATIVES WHO REALLY ARE CONSERVATIVE

This year's presidential is slowly twisting and turning to a conclusion. Today is the final day for the states to certify the elections results for the electors. In spite of repeated court appearances and recounts the vote still stands and Joe Biden will be the 46th president of the United States. Yeah, he has the full three names but everybody seems to call him Joe. In contrast to the current occupant who always signs everything Donald J. Trump. 

That has been mystifying me for awhile. Are there other Donald Trumps out there with a different middle name so "our" Donald has to be sure that nobody gets him mixed up with some other "Donald?" Weird. It's not like we are going to forget who he is. As much as some of us would like to regard him as nightmare that we can't wake up from. 

Anyway. It looks like the current occupant is discovering that conservative may mean exactly that. It appears that judges with a rep for being conservative appear to be reluctant to interfere with existing election laws, expecially when there is no evidence to back up the requests to do so. Even Giuliani had to admit that there was no evidence of fraud to back up his claims of fraud. At least one of his witnesses was so unhinged that even he was trying to shut her up. I am not sure what that witness was on but, she appeared to be higher than a kite. And has a record for computer crime. She just came off probation.

And it turns out that Jenna Ellis, a senior legal advisor to the soon to be ex president, has inflated her resume. For me this is more evidence getting doctorate in the law does not guarantee you are much of a lawyer. I used to believe that law school must be really hard to get through. Seems she never really got above traffic court as a prosecutor.

Some of the corrent occupant's supporters have floated the idea of having the military step in and do a rerun of the election undeer martial law. We'll probably never know what was said behind the scenes. More than one officer may have remembered their oaths and pointed out that in this country the military does not just "step in." And that there has to be a damn good reason to declare martial law and losing an election with no evidence of fraud is not a damn good reason no matter what advice a couple of retired generals are giving you.

Even if, if, the tRump campaign managed to get even one legislature to step in, where's the guaranty that a majority would even vote to overturn the slate of electors chosen by popular vote? It's a big jump to change the law governing the state's election AFTER the election.

The idea does bring up a disturbing picture. A few states where the legislature chooses the electors without the people casting a vote. While other states hold what most of us regard as normal elections. Now that would open a pretty kettle of rotten fish.

This will end up being a two parter. My vote and how important it is was drummed into me for as long as I can remember.

Sunday, December 6, 2020

YOU DON'T HAVE TO GET THE VIRUS TO DIE FROM IT

 I don't usually post more than once a day. But this came up. Oregon doctor has his license suspended. Indefinitly. His admission came out at a local "stop the steal" rally. Likened the virus to the common cold and urged everyone to quit wearing the "mask of shame." His family practice clinic is closed. Way to go doc. Your employees are now out of jobs. At least for now. And he makes me so very angry. 


My folks wedding picture. I think I can count on one hand the times I saw dad in a suit and tie. Including the wedding picture. Not a bad looking couple. Not bad at all. This year was their seventy fifth wedding anniversar.

Our mother, our always smiling mother, did not die from the virus. I believe she died because of the virus. Yes, she was ninety four. Yes, she was hard of hearing. Yes, she was getting more at home in the past than the present. Well, the past was where all the fun was. The house, the yard, the cats, the trips to the farmer's market or a ride up the mountains where we used to live. She was comfortable. Had her books. Had the cat. Didn't really do much. Our talks on the phone were mostly about cat antics and the garden we used to have. 

I may have written about this before, if so bear with me. She fell in February, broke her ankle. Had surgery went into rehab just before the virus broke out. She hanging in there. Getting to recognize the staff, sis was in almost every day. I tried to talk to her on the phone two or three times but it was noisy and without the cocoon of her room I ended up spending most of my time getting her to realize she was talking to ME. 

Then the lockdown began. Staff in masks, sis not able to visit. Granted mom's doctor believed that at her age she probably would have trouble healing properly, which might have meant a wheel chair. She was already using a walker. It didn't take long. I called the facility three or four times a week to try and find out how she was doing. Sis called Thursday night, mom was going on hospice. Saturday sis called. She was allowed one visit, could stay as long as she wanted, kept telling mom she'd be "dancing with dad." Guess dad was really smooth with a waltz. 

Just after midnight sis called. Mom's dancing with dad. I hope they were met at the rainbow bridge. Candy, Sam, Tinker, cats whose names I don't remember. There 's no chance I'll ever meet this thrice damned idiot face to face. To be honest my blood pressure probably wouldn't take it. 

Thanks for listening, whoever reads this. 

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE REALITY

 I've learned to like NCIS New Orleans. For starters, the music during the first seasons. The fact the Scott Bakula can play jazz piano and carry a tune doens't hurt. The crowded street life Mardi Gras. Caught the first three episodes of this season on the CBS streaming. The first two parter hits you right in the gut. Now I do enjoy the one star ratings on Amazon and found this one. 

I have purchased every Season of NCIS New Orleans. And, up until now, I ave enjoyed the show... At least up until now. If the first two episodes are any indication of the rest of the Season, I'm finished watching. I am a Healthcare Professional working in this every day now for months. Tragically, people do die horrible deaths (less than 1%), and 99% survive. I come home to watch TV to be entertained, not for a show to use COVID 19 and make it their storyline. If I want to experience that, I'll simply go to work. Not have the garbage forced down my throat at home, too. Lose the masks and this storyline (which is highly sub par) or you've lost a faithful fan. And it appears, from what I read, many others, too. Unless something changes, save your money. I wish I had.

I thought this one over and decided not the leave a comment on the comment. You have to pay attention but the story basically starts off about a month into the pandemic. New York is locked down and the Big Easy is headed that way. Deserted streets that once were crowded. Trying to keep up with the need for protective gear. Body bags croweding the county mourgue. Checking the hand written inscription on a body bag to find a friend inside. The despairing "there's no more room." The refrigerated trucks running out of room. One of the other agent's ex was visiting Italy, managed to get as far as his family in England. And they weren't going anywhere soon. 

Last March we didn't know what the real death toll would be. It's not as bad as expected because we've learned a lot. Too bad too many of our fellow citizens won't wear a mask when they go outside and ignore what needs to be done. And last I checked the death toll was still over one percent and more than a few survivors end up wishing they'd died. Nothing like a double lung transplant to focus your life. 

And how about dumping the "health care professional" and telling us what you actually do. Nurse, orderly, custodian, medical examiner? And in case the commenter hadn't noticed the plot lines on this show tend to be fairly timely. 

OK. Little rant over. It was the empty streets that got to me. I mean Could have been Omega Man or one of those end of the world movies from the seventies Oregon isn't as bad as many other states but it's bad enough. 

The virus is out there. No thanks to the repsonse of the elected hired help it isn't going away any time soon. I don't know what to suggest to this person without sounding like a total snark. What Christmas movies on the Hallmark Channel or something. Might put you into a sugar coma but, what the hey. 


Tuesday, December 1, 2020

THAT'S COLD, THAT'S REALLY COLD

 I've been at sixes and sevens over the totally unhinged response from the soon to be former president of this country. I don't know if his responses are true or if he's having us on, or playing to his base in one last bought of hopeful fund raising. Anyway he did a phone in interview Sunday. And out of the forty claims he made? None of them are true. The journalist at the other end of line made little or now effort to refute the claims. I don't know if it was fear of crossing him or a case of "what the hell he won't listen anyway." 

A member of the president's legal team, Joe DiGenova, said in an interview with Newsmax that the former head of election security, Chris Krebs, should be taken out and shot. Or drawn and quartered. He apparently doesn't care which. Krebs is threatening legal action and I can't say that I blame him given the unhinged threats from the Cult of #45. But honestly at any other time how many of us have someone say "I'm gonna bust his ass." "I'd love to shoot that SOB." Drawing and Quartering is an English thing you don't hear about that on this side of the pond very often. 

In saner times we'd check the sobriaty of the person making the threat and figuare they'd cool off befor any real damage was done. But these aren't sane times With radical militia members threatening to kidnap a sitting governor, try her for treason on live TV and then execute her no threat can be ignored. 

Back to that interview. So far the current occupant has blamed damn near everyone in sight from former president Obama to his own DOJ for his loss. He doesn't seem to understand how the whole system of government in the United States works. 

The secretary of state of Georgia may be a Republican. He may have voted for you. That does not mean he's going to ignore the laws of the state of Georgia and throw out legal vote to give you a second term. The conservative judge you appointed is not going to rule that an election is fraudulant when there is no proof. And in what may be one of the unkindest cuts of all Arizona governor Doug Ducey boasted last summer that he had a special ringtone for calls from the president or vice president.

 He set his phone to play Hail to the Chief.  Ducey received a call on his cell phone while publically signing the paperwork to certify the results of the election in Arizona. The phone was heard playing the special ring tone, Ducey took to phone out of his pocket, looked at it, appeared to mute it, set it on his desk and continued to sign the paperwork. That's cold folks, that's really cold. 

The soon to be expresident has some interesting advice to Republican voters for the run off elections for senators from Georgia. Don't vote. Or write in his name. Looks like we have the political version of a family annihilator. Republican judges and state officials continure to support the rule of law, refusing to throw out votes or send the question to the legislature to have electoral votes assigned to him in spite of the actual vote. So the hell with the party. Take it down with me. I don't know why anyone expected him to act any differently. He spent the last year saying what he would do and he's trying to do it. Except no one else with the power to do what he wants is willing to play his game. He's about to find out just how cold it can get out here in the real wold.