Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Tactically, initially, but now they’re winning via good ‘ol democracy. How’s that voting our way out of it working?
Our enemies are doing very well at dividing us. They have the press in their back pocket all the while expressing disdain for it. And people want to opt out when they should be doing all within their power to sound the horn. Go figure.
I haven’t forgotten. Not one damned minute of it. If anything, my heart has hardened.
Perfect!
Effective January 2000, my husband and I were both blacklisted because we refused to work for the socialist/communist/feminists of Seattle anymore. He had worked for them for 12 years. They broke his contract and tried to make him work for them for free. We refused. So they blacklisted both of us. Me because I supported his refusal.
Later that year, he was elected president of the most important international society in his field. It was a big relief, and we hoped it would overcome the blacklisting–it did not. The women in Seattle were constant in their attacks. In the summer of 2001, I graduated with my first academic degree at the age of 57. I had chosen to attend a Jesuit university because I had watched for years as the academic quality of the institution my husband had worked for had declined so rapidly and so easily. I wanted a real education!
2001 was a busy summer for us. I graduated in June, and in August, he chaired the large out-of-state international conference affiliated with his group. It was very exciting, and we had hope that maybe there would be a job for him.
Two weeks after returning home, he woke me up with the urgent command to watch the TV.
I knew then that our being blacklisted was just part of a much larger problem that would be at play in destroying this country. I took hope in the idea that maybe this event would curtail the communists/socialists of America–it did not–it only encouraged them.
We are in our 80’s now and I know for certain — we have not overcome!