Content, Content, Content

July is almost over. I made it through my birthday. Much of this month I have been listening to a lot of music on my Pandora ‘Glenn Campbell’ channel.

You could communicate entirely in lyric through those oldish songs.

I believe these protesters nowadays are neither familiar with any of those oldish artists nor the values and heart they worked to convey.

Oh how civilized society has fallen. How shall I lament. Listen to more music perhaps?

Again I contemplate content. Some of my stories I may never publish. They are for a time past. I believe in a bright future.

I have neglected my blogs. Past blogs from many years ago come to mind and I think; “Wow, that was not quite right. I will have to go back and change that sometime.”

I should go over everything and make a chronological collection, making corrections as I go.

Yes, I hear your uproar of disbelief but just settle down. I didn’t say I was wrong, just not quite right.

I apologize if I have shaken your faith in me.

I regret never having written a consistent diary of the events of my life. I should write my own memoirs at some time in the future. Going over old blog posts, fairly consistent content for what, over fifteen years, should prompt my memory.

So everything is getting organized and filed.

I have hired some help for our farm oriented business to free up some time. We haven’t actually been able to give ourselves a salary, but the hired help allows openings for expansion if an opportunity arises.

So family is telling me “They want you out of your neighborhood.” Though who ‘they’ are is unclear. I have an idea of who.

I was at the market, talking with a fellow vendor about my help, explaining that I need the time to get to repairing my home, namely rebuilding a wall on our free standing garage, when she says. “They are going to condemn your house.”

“No.” I scoffed, “There’s no reason my house should be condemned.”

I wish I had followed up and asked her to elaborate. She seemed quite confident.

The drama builds. Will the city sic their protesters upon me and side step a direct confrontation. How our youth embrace religious bigotry yet claim the high ground with one liner proclamations accusing others of a racism that’s definition seems to morph according to circumstance to justify their self-afflicted violence and destruction.

Yes… their self-afflicted violence and destruction, for if they were truly wise they would recognize that they are only committing violence against themselves, destroying themselves as human beings, children of God.

Plenty of the extraordinary events to observe these days. A window into the ways of good and evil.

You know… some of my stories have truly evil characters in them. Would they horrify the readers mind, ring true? Is it my vanity that longs to find out? Just do not think I am going to publish those. “The Dauntless Recruits” is one.

Horrifically tragic and dystopian. Cannot decide if I should publish that one. “Life on the Farm”

Feedback is welcome. Though I appear on all levels of Internet activity to be shadow banned, I see I am getting a bit of traffic here. I often wonder why I cannot get a single comment on even one of my numerous blogs for many a year now. Still I will be writing much more on my various blogs.

Thank you so much for reading.

May I recommend this memoir.

Words have a Purpose

I am reading more.

That translates into more writing. I am spending a lot of time contemplating the content of my books. Understandable as much of my reading has always been religious text and testimony; always.

I was a big reader of Proverbs as a youth and by the time I was twenty-one had read the Bible more than five times from cover to cover.

So I was watching a couple of old “Dragnet” episode, a few early episodes titled “Badge 714”. What magnificent dialogue, not to mention acting.

Jack Web produced powerful dialogue arising from the play between responsibility and respect; the play between those in authority whether arising from age, experience or position, or all three, and those under authority for the yet to be achieved aforementioned attributes. So many life lessons.

And words have purpose. Over thousands of years every word kept a specific meaning that was cherished, necessary, hence preserved.

Words set the parameters for the responsibility respect dynamic.

Now we have common words we are no longer allowed to use. Certain aspects of the human experience cannot be expressed. When basic words embodying the human experience are not allowed, or even worse, no longer taught, and the words that remain are open to interpretation, manipulation and malign, their definitions changed, anarchy rules.

I did a search for ‘Winston Churchill’ on my Kindle. His vocabulary and articulation were unmatched. I thought there must be a collection of his speeches or personal writings somewhere.

I wanted to immerse myself in his vocabulary.

I had started those verbal advantage tapes sometime back, apparently right when they fell out of favor and became hard to find.

One of the reasons I like the Kindle is the on demand dictionary to immediately look up any word not completely familiar to me. Yes, more than understanding via context, I seek the exact meaning.

Words are power. The author, or any professing a word,  has an immense responsibility and in turn their words are freely open to scrutiny.

But debate has been shutdown. Words have been abandoned for shouts, grunts and growls.

Zero results for my ‘Winston Churchill’ search.

What will come next.

Perhaps these words will point the way.

Thank you for reading.


(I missed my deadline. Sorry to those of you who have been waiting to read my shadow banned content. Disruptive family news hit and I completely forgot to post by the end of the month. I was reminded in prayer at 1am July 1st. I repent.)