Osmosis …
First published June 29, 2008
and there I see,
in you, and therefore
bring to me,
much love and
hope and reasons
why
this life, today, is
worth more time
and not yet ready, in
spite of grief, to stop
and say good-bye.
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the second world
a tour of “you don’t wanna go there”
written by: el gato malo of "bad cattitude", May 3rd, 2025
Suggested by ghostsniper
people are familiar with the common construct of “the third world.” they are also familiar with the idea of “the first world.” what’s interesting to me is the idea of how one becomes the other and the presumption of the causality and the pathways by which that occurs. it’s worth some exploration.
worryingly, this is a topic on which i think most people’s intuitions and utopian hopes are hopelessly wrong to the point of being outright dangerous.
in an attempt to clarify and circumvent such, i’d like to add a new construct to the list, that of “the second world” and this is important because it is not at all what most people think.
The article is here:
Morning At The Farm
I don't think it's a secret that I'm half-Canadian. Mom's family comes from Scottish immigrants (refugees?) and Loyalists that had to leave after "those traitors" won the war; been in Upper Canada since at least the American War of Independence. I happened to be born a mile or so north of the border, so that makes me a US citizen ... but I spent a fair amount of time in Canada. Learned to drive, shoot, understand the only way to eat fries is with white vinegar, bale hay, milk cows among other things up there. One of the two Debbies I was desperately in love with was Canadian. God, that was so long ago ... Could cross the border without customs (or a passport) back then.
Some years back, we had to give up the family farm. I'd have been the 5th generation to work the place but life didn't take me that way. Hey, the "new" barn was built in 1902. But, given the conditions with and in Canada right now - and the last of my g'grandfather's apple trees having died - perhaps it was for the best.
But, damn, I miss the place.
For You, Jean
Jean asked "What kinds of things hmmm?" as a comment to my post: "Just Because I Felt Like It"
Here's a list of a few of today's headlines:
Zelensky Rejects Victory Day Truce, Doubles Down on Threats to Moscow’s Parade Packed With Foreign Dignitaries – Russia’s Medvedev Hints at Nuclear Retaliation
Pakistan Test-Fires Nuke-Capable Ballistic Missile As Tensions With India Soar
Pentagon 'Covering Up' American Casualties In Yemen War: Intercept Report
Leftists Declare It 'Frightening' That "Children Will Be Taught To Love America"
Trans Teen Freed After Tesla Firebombing, Judge Cites Lack Of 'Gender-Affirming Care' In Prison
FAA Starts Probe After Two More Near-Misses With Army Helicopter At Washington Reagan Airport
9 Signs That Conditions Are Ripe For A Major Economic Crisis In The US
All quiet on the Western Front, eh?
Trouble is, it's more or less the same thing every day.
I need to stop reading the news because personally, things are going fine. Beautiful day out, no local worries, my wife's not mad at me and her garden goes well.
Life is good all in all.
I'll try for more pleasant tomorrow. Trains and critters? :)
Continue reading →Unless >You< Do Something Not Approved Of
From ZeroHedge:
"If it takes an executive order to enforce laws that already bar illegal immigrants from Social Security, the problem isn’t policy - it’s a government that’s given up on enforcement…"
New Mexico Sky
Just Because I Felt Like It
... and it's not even Tuesday. I can get lost in this one.
I started getting a little peeved thinking about things I can do nothing about - things now, things then. Then this came on.
I thought I'd force it on y'all share it with you all.
Nightstalker
Captured this image last night on one of my trail cams deep in the Oxbow of the crick I live on. It has a certain look that appeals to me cause of the time it was taken, and because the Great Blue Heron have that prehistoric look.
Continue reading →Backyard
It's getting that season. Can't you just hear the crackling of the fire? the smell of hickory smoke? the smell of burgers?
The buzz of mosquitoes? The smell the citronella? The popping open of another beer?
Another glorious end of day with friends?
Continue reading →Invisible wounds…
First published October 5, 2008
Elizabeth's sister
isn't the same anymore.
Her husband went to war.
He came back whole
but aching inside.
He sits in shadow
and cries.
"There's no one left." says he.
"I'm still here." says she.
"I can hear their pain."
"Your son wants to play."
"This isn't what he should see."
"We want you at home. Please,
don't leave us alone."
"I'll be back when I can."
The door closed.
Elizabeth's sister
isn't the same anymore.
She sits in shadow.
And cries.