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The Patient Ox (aka Hénock Gugsa)

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** TPO **
an irreligious blog
with egalitarian and individualist tendencies!


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


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Showing posts with label Political. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Political. Show all posts

Monday, January 22, 2018

Thoughts on Traveling - by Hénock Gugsa


Thoughts on Traveling
[and My Status as a U.S. Citizen]
by Hénock Gugsa
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In less than a month, I'll be traveling to Ethiopia for the second time in the last 37 years.  And if you should know, I've been a U.S. citizen for a quarter century.  However, that has not exempted me from receiving the special "treatment" coming-and-going ...  and you can safely infer that there's absolutely no way I'll turn into a Patrick Henry in front of ICE.  I have to grin and bear it all ... and say to myself, "The terrorists have indeed won!"

Indeed!  The last time when I arrived at MSP's International gate, a surly-looking ICE man (?!) made a bee-line toward me and another brown-skinned person while we were still standing in line to go to the Arrivals' processing window.  This agent asked to see our passports and inquired where we were coming from.  Meanwhile, he never even glanced at the young couple behind me who were white.  The questions this man asked were asked of me two more times on the way to retrieving my luggage.  I have to take these indignities in stride as I would many things.  What was that thing I read somewhere that said: If you shout at the devil, do you think he will shout back at you!
Happy trails! 

The ever-wonderful Lee Marvin !

Thursday, January 18, 2018

America, "the Perilous Fight" - by Hénock Gugsa


America, "the Perilous Fight"
by Hénock Gugsa
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      A Facebook friend who lives in a tiny border community in Arizona recently sent me the following message ... with an accompanying video which I have included here ...
           <<  We see the deaths every week here, finding old remains and average about one new death per week, not to mention finding immigrants continually begging for succor sometimes a week or more without food, days without water .... [Unfortunately, they're considered] just mojados, wets.  They aren't going to elicit sympathy or interest.  Trump's outrages and that sensationalism captures the attention ....>>
      I have no words to descibe the disgust, the pain, and the total frustration I feel about America's current condition and its bleak future if things continue the way they are or grow worse.
      This beloved country has had its ups and downs, and its resiliency has of-course been exceptional.  Adversities and challenges have been met with courage, grit, and optimism.  Enemies from within and from without have continually failed to bring America to its knees.  This nation has been down as often as it's been up ... and always, there have been real heroes that have arrived just in time before the fall into a dark abyss.  To name the the three greatest ones, America was blessed with Washington, Lincoln, and FDR.  Often, America's heroes were just the people needed to mop up the disasters of previous, incompetent and unfit leaders and the parties they headed.  Recently, we had Obama pulling us out of the calamitous eight years of George W Bush's presidency.
      But alas, now, we are in the clutches of what Philip Roth describes as "[an] ominously ridiculous commedia dell’arte figure of the boastful buffoon ... a massive fraud, the evil sum of his deficiencies, devoid of everything but the hollow ideology of a megalomaniac."
     True, in the Fifties, reference and blame for the world's problems was cast on "The Ugly American" as described in the excellent 1958 political novel of the same name by Eugene Burdick and William Lederer.  America got tangled up in the Korean War in the Early Fifties.  Then in the Sixties thru the mid-Seventies, Vietnam was the quagmire of choice.  Fast-forward to 2003 and up-to the current day, the "war against terrorism" is being waged full blast in the Middle East. 
     These wars and foreign adventures naturally affected the domestic political policies and direction of where the nation has been headed.
     Presently, or more specifically since late January of 2017, our country has been steered wrong on all aspects of Government.  The three-headed monster of
Greed-Fear-Hate is in charge.  A con-man extraordinaire with no plans but those of lining his pockets as well as those of his family, and his wealthy friends is shamelessly gutting our lives, our sense of security, and our hopes.
      We are in a period not too unlike that of Germany under Hitler.  Corporate plutocrats were buttressing the regime then, and they are doing the same thing now in Trump's America.  Truth is being dismantled, and everywhere corruption and injustice grow roots and thrive.  America needs to shirk off the current inertia and stand up to tyranny and evil everywhere.  In this respect, the Women's Resistance Movement has been a godsend and it should be replicated in every walk of life.  We should all rise up as one and cast off this yoke of misery and doom, and we can do it because we are optimists!

Monday, January 1, 2018

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Ending 2017 ! - by Hénock Gugsa


Ending 2017 on an appropriate note! 
- by Hénock Gugsa -
  "The Sound of Silence" - by Disturbed




Friday, December 22, 2017

Thursday, December 21, 2017

America's Stephen Crane - by Hénock Gugsa


America's Stephen Crane 
 A most underappreciated writer and poet 
- by Hénock Gugsa -
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Monday, December 18, 2017

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Jonathan Winter's Quips - by Hénock Gugsa


Jonathan Winter's Quips 
- by Hénock Gugsa -

     Hats off to all zany people in the world!
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"It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World"
 

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Baxter and Dreyfuss - by Hénock Gugsa


Jack Lemmon and Jack Kruschen ("The Apartment")

Baxter and Dreyfuss 
~ by Hénock Gugsa ~

Dr. Dreyfuss: Why don't you grow up, Baxter? Be a mensch!
                          You know what that means?

Baxter: I'm not sure.
Dr. Dreyfuss: A mensch -- a human being!
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Source: "The Apartment" (1960) ...
with Jack Lemmon as Baxter,
and Jack Kruschen as Dr. Dreyfuss

Jack Kruschen (wearing glasses) speaking to Jack Lemmon

Portraits in Contrast - by Hénock Gugsa


Portraits in Contrast !
- by Hénock Gugsa -





Monday, December 11, 2017

Stuck in a Bathroom! - by TPO



Stuck in a Bathroom! 
- by TPO -
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[Excerpted from "The Plot Against America" by Philip Roth]
pp. 257-259
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     It was a small bathroom, exactly like ours, quite confining, the door next to a toilet and the toilet abutting a sink and a bathtub squeezed in beside that.  I pulled on the door but it didn't open.  At home I would just have closed it behind me, but at the Wishnows' I locked it --- something I'd never done before in my life.  I locked it and I peed and I flushed and I washed my hands and, because I didn't want to touch their towel, wiped them dry on the back of the legs of my corduroys --- everything was fine, and then I went to exit the bathroom, and I couldn't undo the lock above the doorknob.  I could turn it a little ways but then it would catch and stop.  I didn't bang on the door or rattle the doorknob, I just kept trying to turn the lock as quietly as I could.  But it wouldn't go, and so I sat back down on the toilet and I thought that maybe it would somehow work itself out.  I sat there for a while but then I got lonesome and stood up and tried the lock again.  It still wouldn't uncatch, and I started to knock lightly on the door, and Mrs. Wishnow came and said, "Oh, the lock on the door does that sometimes.  You have to turn it like this."  She explained how to do it, but I still couldn't get it open, and so very calmly she said, "No, Philip, while you're turning it you have to pull it back," and thought I tried to do as she told me it still didn't work.  "Dear," she sad, "turn and back simultaneously --- turn and back at the same time."  "Which way is back?" I said.  "Back.  Back towards the wall."  "Oh, the wall.  Okay," I said, but I couldn't get it right no matter what I did.  "It won't work," I said, and I began to sweat, and then I heard Seldon.  "Philip?  It's Seldon.  Why did you lock it?  We weren't going to come in."  "I didn't say you were," I said.  "Then why did you lock it?"  "I don't know," I said.  "Do you think we should call the fire department, Mom?  They can get him out with a ladder."  "No, no, no," Mrs. Wishnow said.  "Come on, Philip," Seldon said, "it's not that hard."  "But it is.  It's stuck."  "How's he gonna get out, Ma?"  "Seldon, be still, Philip?"  "Yes."  "Are you all right?"  "Well, it's hot in here.  It's getting hot."  "Take a glass of water, dear.  There's a glass in the medicine cabinet.  Take a glass of water and slowly drink it and you'll be fine."  "Okay."  But the glass had something slimy at the bottom, and though I took it out, I only pretended to drink from it and drank instead from my cupped hands.  "Ma," Seldon said, "what's he doing wrong?  Philip, what are you doing wrong?"  "How do I know?" I said.  "Mrs. Wishnow? Mrs Wishnow?"  "Yes, dear"  "It's getting too hot in here.  I'm really starting to sweat."  "Then open the window.  Open the little window in the shower.  Are you tall enough to do that?"  "I think so."  I took off my shoes and stepped into the shower in just my socks, and standing on my tiptoes I was able to reach the window --- a smallish window of pebbled glass that looked onto the alleyway --- but when I tried to open it, it was stuck too.  "It won't go," I sai.  "Bang it a little, dear.  Bang the frame at the bottom, but not too hard, and I'm sure it will open."  I did as she told me but couldn't get it to budge.  By now my shirt was saturated with sweat, and so I angled myself to be able to give the window a good strong shove upwards, but in turning I must have struck the shower handle with my elbow because suddenly the water was on.  "Oh, no!" I said, and ice-cold water was poring over my head and down the back of my shirt, and I jumped out of the shower and onto the tile floor.  "What happened, dear?"  "The shower started."  "How?" Seldon said.  "How could the shower start?"  "I don't know."  "Are you very wet?" she asked me.  "Sort of."  "Get a towel," she told me.  "Get a towel out of the closet.  The towels are in the closet."  We had the same narrow little bathroom closet directly upstairs over the Wishnow's bathroom closet, and we used it for towels too, but when I went to open theirs, I couldn't --- the door was stuck.  I yanked but it wouldn't open.  "What is it now, Philip?"  "Nothing."  I couldn't tell her.  "Did you take a towel?"  "Yes."  "Then dry yourself off.  And you must stay calm.  Ther's nothing to worry about."  "I am calm."  "Sit down.  Sit down and dry yourself off."  Iwas soaking wet, and now the floor was getting wet, and I sat on the toilet seat, and that's when I saw a bathroom for what it is --- the upper end of a sewer --- and that's when I felt the tears begin to well up.  "Don't worry," Seldon called in to me, "your mother and father will be home soon."  "But how will I get out?"  And all at once the door was open --- and there was Seldon and behind him his mother.  "How'd you do that?" I said.  "I opened the door," he said.  "But how?" He shrugged. "I pushed.  I just pushed.  It was open all the time."  And that was when I began to bawl and Mrs. Wishnow took me in her arms and said, "That's okay.  Things like this happen.  They can happen to anyone."  "It was open, Ma," Seldon said to her.  "Shhh," she told him.  "Shhh.  It doesn't matter," and then she came into the bathroom and turned off the cold water --- which was still streaming into the tub --- and without any problelm she opened the closet door and took out a fresh towel and began to dry my hair and my face and my neck, all the while gently telling me that it didn't matter and that these things happened to people all the time.

     But that was long before everything else went wrong.
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"The Plot Against America" - by Philip Roth
Copyright © 2004 Philip Roth
Houghton Mifflin Company

   

Friday, December 8, 2017

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Saudi Arabia, call it stupid! ~ by Hénock Gugsa


Saudi Arabia, call it stupid! 
~ by Hénock Gugsa ~
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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

NIHILISM ! ~ by Hénock Gugsa



 

NIHILISM ! 
~ by Hénock Gugsa ~

Conventional definitions of NIHILISM:
~ the belief that traditional morals, ideas, beliefs, etc., have no worth or value.
~ the belief that a society's political and social institutions are so bad that they should be destroyed.
[source: dictionary.com]




 
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Sunday, November 26, 2017

The de Gaulles - by Hénock Gugsa


The de Gaulles *
- by Hénock Gugsa -
Charles de Gaulle was known for his regal bearing and fastidious nature, so much so that his imperiousness became a kind of running joke for the citizens of France. A popular gag imagined de Gaulle’s wife, Yvonne, returning from shopping and exclaiming, “God, I am tired.” Her husband is purported to have replied, “I have often told you, my dear, it was sufficient in private if you addressed me as ‘Monsieur le President.’”
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* Charles deGaulle (1890-1970) and Yvonne deGaulle (1900-1979); married: 1921-1970
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 Homage to the de Gaulles ...



Friday, November 24, 2017

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Monday, October 30, 2017

On Brotherhood and Unity - by Hénock Gugsa



On Brotherhood and Unity 
- by Hénock Gugsa -
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Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Saturday, October 14, 2017

The Robot Bartender ~ by Anonymous


The Robot Bartender 
~ by Anonymous ~ 
A Floridian goes into a bar in Calgary where there is a robot bartender. 
The robot says, “What will you have?”
The guy replies, “Whiskey.”
The robot brings back his drink and asks, “What’s your I.Q.?”
The guy says, “168.”
The robot then commences to talk about physics, space exploration, and medical technology.

So the guy leaves the bar and outside in the street, he is reflecting upon his  experience at the bar.  And the more he thinks about it, the more perplexed he gets ... so he decides to go back.
At the bar, the robot asks, “What’s your drink?”
The guy answers, “Whiskey.”
The robot returns with the drink and asks, “What’s your I.Q.?”
The man replies, “100.”
The robot begins to talk about NASCAR, Budweiser, the Lions, and hockey.

The man finishes his drink and leaves.  But he is so intrigued by the result of his little “experiment” that he decides to try one more test.
He goes back to the bar and, as usual, the robot asks him what he wants to drink.
The man replies, “Whiskey.”
The robot brings the drink and asks, “What’s your IQ?”
The man answers, “50.”
The robot leans in real close and asks, “So . . . are . . . you people . . . still happy . . . with Trump?”

James Stewart and Cat