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When we have finally learned to fully hate who will ever be able to teach us to love ?

May 24, 2016

Crowd Funding

 A couple of things about this last ditch effort to raise a few greenback dollars. This site at Podbean.com aka dbsanders.podbean.com is about to disappear, I almost said go up in smoke but Cheech & Chong already did that one and besides I don't want to give the wrong impression that I am about to move to Belize (even though I hear it's beautiful year round and is very welcoming to retirees such as myself) and start a highly profitable cannabis farm, No this site is disappearing due to lack of money for the web hosting fees. See I have a choice; ask for donations for this site or to get my old car out of hock at my mechanics. In short I am tired of walking but not of working. So this site as of June 15th will be no more. However, I am simply moving to a free development   at  https://ramblingharbor.wordpress.com/  where you will find the same entertaining blogs and podcast and even more and at a price I can afford. I know you're probably saying but Dan how can a person of you extreme talent, hehe, an international podcast host and creative photographer be hurting for money, well can you also say fixed income and critically acclaimed but poor as a church mouse. In the few times, I have used that idiom. I have assumed that that particular mouse does not live in a Catholic or Episcopalian church. But I digress.

Here is the bottom line I am trying to raise 1,000 dollars to get my 1999 Ford Escort back on the road. I have already put a lot of money into a car that my wife named "Baby Blue" and she is actually in pretty good shape. just in need of a few new parts and I'm sure far better than what I might be able to get for the same amount that the repairs will cost.

So the way my math has it figured is that if all of my 536 friends that Facebook says I have sends me two dollars, or if  Mark  Zuckerberg simply foots the bill himself then” Baby Blue” will ride the roads again.

This request will stay up until June 15th when Rambling Harbor at this location will be no more. If you can help thank you, if not I will survive. As my dear friend  once said about me, Dan Sanders has no quit in him.

May 22, 2016

The Poet, Not the Politician. Please Pass the Idiom.

My mother regularly used the expression you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, an expression I’m sure most of us have heard in one form or another. Its general meaning is that you can’t make something good out of something bad.

I’ve been thinking about idioms lately and where that particular one originated and discovered there’s a lot of conjecturing as to just where it did begin. The range is someplace between the devil and the deep blue sea, from the dying words of Hamlet to the Reverend Jonathan Swift in 1801, but an English satirist named Stephen Gosson seems to have made a like statement centuries earlier in The Ephemerides of Phialo in 1579. But one thing I do know for certain is that my mother used it time and time again. Usually when I wanted something better than what I had.

I have also decided that you cannot make a political essayist out of a poet, at least not a happy poet. I have spent the last few months primarily writing about politics and particularly about my disdain for and fear of Donald Trump who might possibly become president of our country. To be perfectly clear about this, I have in no way tried to make a silk purse out of him and would never insult a pig by any comparison.

In my attempt to convey how I feel about this demon who struts and frets his hour upon the stage, I have all but lost track of who I am. I am a person with a proclivity for poetry, prose, poems, promulgation, and apparently alliteration, and that seems to make me happy as a clam. (If you’re wondering why clams are happy, this may shed some light on that. The original version is “as happy as a clam at high water.” Hide tide is when clams are free from predators.) 

My politics are similar to my religion. I consider myself a spiritual person but almost never go to church, but I pay attention and I do pray. I consider myself a political person but never campaign for anyone, but I pay attention and I do vote.

In last week’s podcast, I had a meltdown. As I said then, I was sick of self-obsessing about Donald Trump, and it was true then and it rings truer now. I also realize that mostly I am preaching to the choir because most of my readers already agree with me and the ones who don’t have left me high and dry. (The phrase “preaching to the choir” probably had its origin as “preaching to the converted,” first cited in the works of John Stuart Mill. He used the phrase in An Examination of Sir W. Hamilton's Philosophy, 1867.)

Now as we approach the eleventh hour of the political process, I have decided to let sleeping dogs lie and return to the poetry, prose, music-loving, storytelling person I am and have my blogs and podcast be what I have always intended them to be, informative and fun. I hope and pray and will vote that Donald Trump is here today and gone tomorrow. 

On the shores of Rambling Harbor, there will be a few more idle thoughts on one thing or another and some rock and roll history, but of course that’s not carved in stone. I hope you’ll join me there. 

May 15, 2016

Don’t Leave Your Country Behind and Let the Fools Lead the Parade

Watching the circus America calls the political process, I remembered one of Mark Twain’s statements about government and country from his piece called the “The War Prayer,” published after his death in 1923. Twain’s family thought it would be considered unpatriotic to publish the piece while he was alive, and he agreed to wait, saying something like“only dead men tell the truth, so fine, publish it after I’m gone.” What Twain said in that piece was, “Patriotism is supporting your country all the time and your government when it deserves it.”

On the Republican side of the carnival, one person has become the barker and the clown simultaneously,and this lunatic has made mind-boggling progress in his ascension to the highest office in the country (and I use the word ascension because he is looking at the Oval Office like a throne).I’m now hearing scuttlebutt (and I chose that word because the last syllable, -butt, seems to fit not only the Republican candidate for president) that people are saying they will leave this country if Donald Trump becomes president, and I say that is butt-head thinking.

When I was resisting the war in Vietnam and raising a banner in protest to stop the madness, people would ask me why I didn’t just pack up and leave if I was so against America, and my answer was and is I am not against America. I am trying to stop the government from doing what is so clearly morally wrong. If you have a child misbehaving,do you abandon it, or stay and try to correct the errant kid? Taking off to Canada or other parts of the world or just shutting your doors and your eyes and worst of all your mind to the horror that would fall on this country if Donald Trump became President would be a coward’s escape and part of what’s wrong with this country to begin with. I say stay and do everything in your power to stop what are likely to be devastating consequences if Trump is elected.

As I said in my March 20 blog,“The White House, Bernie, and Me,“ there is a big difference between those who chose to run to Canada and those like myself who stood up to the military and the courts and were offered many avenues to not go to prison, most of which did not include joining the military, and chose prison instead. If you love this country as you would love a child and America is our child, then you will not leave it behind but stay and help save it by doing everything in your power to prevent a madman from trashing it.

I refuse to be a blind patriot.As Mark Twain said, I support our government only when it deserves it. Some of my ancestors were here long before anyone else, and in spite of the genocide committed on Native Americans, I still believe in what can be, and just like in the 1960’s and early 1970’s, I will stay and organize and I will march and I will refuse to let a madman destroy my country.  

I don’t believe that most people really mean it when they say they would actually leave, but to close your mind while sticking your fingers in your ears and chanting na, na, na, na, na—I hear no evil and see no evil—is the same thing as leaving physically, or worse.Please don’t let the fools lead the parade.

There will be more thoughts on this on the shores of Rambling Harbor and some rock and roll history. Join me there.