T P O

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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!

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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

"Incivility" in the U.S.A. - by TPO (aka J J Sefton)





Incivility in the U.S.A
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by TPO (aka J J Sefton)


In Response to Gordon Stewart's article in MinnPost
(http://www.minnpost.com/community_voices/2010/09/21/21600)...

Thank you, Rev. Stewart, for this refreshing, thoughtful, and timely assessment of the times we are living in. I am sorry I was not aboard as soon as you posted it, and I apologize for the slight delay in my response. But perhaps this is not a bad thing altogether. I think that maybe, for me, it is better that I haven't rushed in to post my two-cent worth of comments (reactions.)

Let me venture now to give the points you brought up the gravitas they deserve. I promise not be flippant, and not to show my colors (my party affiliation or political persuasion.) But, I will confess my heroes are Sinclair Lewis and George Orwell.

So to begin .... Civility, that precious social virtue, seems to be a thing of the past in this country, unfortunately. The media have cynically opted for the low road, which apparently they have also found to be profitable. The big icons of the day are the shock jocks and the false prophets whose ravings and rantings are greedily and invisibly slurped up by many people. Shame is thrown out the window, and any sensible approach to problems or issues of the day are dismissed as naive, or high-brow elitism. For example, you mention the word "race", and you are immediately and preemptively labeled a "racist" for even bringing it up.

Another issue to which you have alluded and that I find does not get addressed enough is: Ignorance.

And today, ignorance combined with anger has given birth to the latest developments in the political arena. I am not very sure about their lasting power or even if they would amount to anything huge. But of one thing I am sure: they appeal more to an individual's selfish (almost greedy) instincts than to feelings for the community and the nation as a whole. To be sure, all kindly sentiments one may have for others would be labeled socialist, communist, or some such nonsense.

To conclude, I will leave you with this thought. Where, oh where, is our sense of humor these days? The other day, right here on MinnPost, I was joshing a regular commenter who happens to be present on this page. We were both at another posting; and I was mocking myself, using his favorite catch-phrases in a satirical fashion, to get my point across. Lo and behold, another commenter took serious exception to that and started to get more than personal in his response. Very sad. So much anger, so much ignorance, and so little patience and understanding for our fellow citizens.

Thank you again, Reverend. And maybe, sometime, I may take you up on that chat over a cup of coffee!



Saturday, September 25, 2010

"In Your Eyes" - Jeffrey Gaines



Jeffrey Gaines
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 "In Your Eyes"
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Love I get so lost, sometimes 
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
 When I want to run away
 I drive off in my car
 But whichever way I go
 I come back to the place you are 
 
 All my instincts, they return 
And the grand facade, so soon will burn 
Without a noise, without my pride 
I reach out from the inside
 
 In your eyes
 The light, the heat
 In your eyes 
I am complete 
In your eyes
 I see the doorway to a thousand churches
 In your eyes
 The resolution of all the fruitless searches
 In your eyes
 I see the light and the heat 
In your eyes 
Oh, I want to be that complete
 I want to touch the light 
The heat I see in your eyes 
 
 Love, I don't like to see so much pain
 So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
 I get so tired of working so hard for our survival 
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive 
 
And all my instincts, they return
 And the grand facade, so soon will burn 
Without a noise, without my pride
 I reach out from the inside 
 
In your eyes
 The light, the heat
 In your eyes 
I am complete
 In your eyes
 I see the doorway to a thousand churches
 In your eyes 
The resolution of all the fruitless searches
 In your eyes 
I see the light and the heat
 In your eyes 
Oh, I want to be that complete
 I want to touch the light 
The heat I see in your eyes
 In your eyes, in your eyes 
In your eyes, in your eyes
 In your eyes, in your eyes