The past few days, I’ve been mulling over what to write, and my thoughts always returned to the tragedy at Charlottesville. I couldn’t quite figure out what to say, and this evening, I was flicking down my Facebook feed when I saw my neighbor, Kim Tarver, posted something profound on the subject. Now, with her permission, I am reposting her words here.
Randy ducked out of the Capital through a service door and crouched behind some shrubs. It was dark now, and he was surveying the lawn and the few remaining cars parked in the loop around the building, searching for any remaining women intent on unburdening their feelings about him through a show of force. Continue reading
Actually, I’ve been scared for a while, but the events compounding my fears seem to be piling up at breakneck speed. This morning, I woke to read where our Spray-Tan-in-Chief whipped out his Twitter machine and fired off a few tweets complaining about the investigation into alleged shady contact with the Russians by him and his posse. Continue reading
Today, Mississippi celebrates Robert E. Lee/ Martin Luther King Jr. Day while most of the rest of the country omits the first name in the title of their holiday observances. But, Mississippi’s gonna Mississippi, Continue reading
I couldn’t write this without coloring the topic with my perspective no matter how hard I tried. But, after a dozen attempts to do so, I remembered that this blog is the view from my seat. It doesn’t have to be apolitical. As much as I am always going to try to be neutral on political issues, I won’t always achieve that goal, but I will do my absolute best to share my perspective without pointed attacks on anyone else or their ideology. You don’t have to agree with me, and I expect there are lots of folks that won’t, but remember that I am sincere and my views are shaped by my experiences just like yours.
I’m from Mississippi, in case you didn’t already know that. In fact, both sides of my family, going back at least three generations on both sides, are Mississippians. I love where I’m from, and I love where I am. I also hate where I’m from, and I hate where I am.
Well, the election is finally over. Thankfully, Mrs. Clinton conceded gracefully, and we aren’t waiting on counties in south Florida to determine voters’ intent over hanging chads. The democratic process worked for us one more time. There have been protests that are protected by our 1st amendment rights of speech and assembly, but we haven’t had to deal with bloody coups or military uprisings like we saw in Libya at the end of Gadaffi’s rule or in Egypt during the Arab Spring. We’re still living safely in our homes just like we were Continue reading
It’s almost over. Seven days from today, if the good Lord’s willing, and the creeks don’t rise, (but, Lord, we need a good rain) this election fustercluck will be nigh over. May it be decisive, and may we begin a process of healing and unifying.