Hate?  All u got out of th’ post was “hate”?

& the John Lennon lyric; ...only hate?

Sheeez!  No wonder he’s dead, ...and JFK, Jr., & Gandhi, & Biko, and Dragging Canoe, and the almond eyed student of philosophy, & Reverend King, etc. etc. .......& the likes of the honorable... Bushco and company are elected into highest office to walk on bottled water.  Get what we pay for, ...earned what we got, ...got what we want, ...what we are, ...earned sorrows, ...just what our meager level of earnest outrage and intellectual dexterity has wrought.  A real unpleasant kick in the pants.  A unified screwing.  But we’re paying out of pocket & soul, ...and others are paying with bodies...& real estate. 

Lives & livelihood.

Hate?  Hahahahhh, yeah.....  Mourning. 

Commemoration & mourning is more like what it is.  Perhaps that and other things. 

Mourning for the subjugation of the mustangs...& the buffalo...& the whale who’s brains are scrambled with cancer cells, and the shorelines & every inhabitable island...and the Irish and Welsh and Scottish AND English lads past who rode, as property, below ships to Van Diemans Land and eventually to Virginia...to labor cheap-cheap and all those NOT rattling their jewels at the high table of the kingdom, and the Cherokee and the Lenape and the Lakota and the Tlingit; and the Aussie aboriginals...who’s actual tribal name I sadly do not know, & the Tibetans...& the always growing gigantic list of “defeated peoples” on every continent ~~ quit yer bitchin’, ...YOU loose ~~ as far back and as far spanning as the entire globe, ...people who’s primary failure may have been a modest notion of community/family accountability and heart and pride and caretakers to a notion that all things breath...& warriors hunt and grapple and grow stuff and women smell real good and feeeel real good and think with an uncanny balance and fury and can do just about anything a gent can do & the kids like’em ...and last but certainly FAR from least, ...a poorly documented system of ownership... oh...yeah... and no really BIG guns and no really BIG book...and no really BIG hats...& NO flag.

But hey, ...if it’s hate you see...then so be it.  We can agree to disagree.  I see perhaps something that can lead to hate.  Outrage.  & a struggle to explain it all to m’sons.

But I’m a 70s raised cat, ...I’ve learned to work and play my way through the day...just like you.  Let bygones be bygones.  Outrage begets hate and hate begets anguish...& a hub may be at the center of a wagon wheel hangin’ on the wall above the Jameson’s

 & the Johnnie Walker’s but don’t tell ‘at to a drunk redneck in the pub or an angry hard chargin’ Irish cat on a fan forum...no matter how many pitchers you’ve lined-up on the bar.   Cuz’ he ONLY sees a wagon wheel...& those iz fightin’ words.  ...& good enough, ...sometimes a scrape is just exactly the ticket.

But hey, there’s laboring to be done today...and basketball games tonight and tomorrow...and an acoustic jam with warped academia sorts on Saturday at the winery...so...cool....

Don’t get swallowed by the cracks...or lean up against a bitter tree in hopes of solace....

Peace, man; ...ladies....