T P O

T   P   O
The Patient Ox (aka Hénock Gugsa)

G r e e t i n g s !

** TPO **
A personal blog with diverse topicality and multiple interests!


On the menu ... politics, music, poetry, and other good stuff.
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!


Parfois, on parle français ici aussi. Je suis un francophile .... Bienvenue à tous!

* Your comments and evaluations are appreciated ! *

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Winged Villains - by TPO



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Winged Villains
- by TPO -

The deadly and mean mosquitoes ... they'll be upon us soon enough !!!

Formation:   Surrender !



Thursday, April 18, 2019

Qui regne ... Who's the boss? - by (de) TPO


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Qui regne ... Who's the boss? 
- by (de) TPO -
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     Chat et sa maîtresse ===> Alors, ceci ... qui regne?
     Cat and its mistress ===> And so this ... who rules?
     ድመት እና ባለ ቤቲቷ ===> እና ታድያ ... ማን ነው የበላይ አለቃ ?
     The cat is saying ===> Go away.  What do you want?
     Le chat dit : ===> Va- t'en.  Qu'est-ce que tu veux ?


Camouflage !

Sunday, April 14, 2019

"Free Ring" - by TPO


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"Free Ring" *
Comments on the picture ...  by thepsychmind ...
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 ~ You thought it was over until you decided it’s not. One day you decided to put an end to everything and in that split moment, you decided No, you’re going to keep going becau
se you know you are worth so much more. That’s what  “ ; ”  stands for .           

~ “A semicolon is used when an author could’ve chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to. The author is you, and the sentence is your life.”
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Balance beam recovery
 

Monday, April 8, 2019

A Stupefying "Fraud" ~ by Leo Tolstoy, "A Confession"


Leo Tolstoy (1868 - 1910)
A Stupefying "Fraud" 
~ by Leo Tolstoy, "A Confession" ~

<<  Involuntarily it appeared to me that there, somewhere, was someone who amused himself by watching how I lived for thirty or forty years: learning, developing, maturing in body and mind, and how, having with matured mental powers reached the summit of life from which it all lay before me, I stood on that summit -- like an arch-fool -- seeing clearly that there is nothing in life, and that there has been and will be nothing.  And he was amused... But whether that "someone" laughing at me existed or not, I was none the better off.  I could give no reasonable meaning to any single action or to my whole life.  I was only surprised that I could have avoided understanding this from the very beginning -- it has been so long known to all.  Today or tomorrow sickness and death will come (they had come already) to those I love or to me; nothing will remain but stench and worms.  Sooner or later my affairs, whatever they may be, will be forgotten, and I shall not exist.  Then why go on making any effort?... How can man fail to see this?  And how go on living?  That is what is surprising!  One can only live while one is intoxicated with life; as soon as one is sober it is impossible not to see that it is all a mere fraud and a stupid fraud! That is precisely what it is: there is nothing either amusing or witty about it, it is simply cruel and stupid.  >>

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