The eyes of Photo 51

I was given the job of writing the Class introduction to our (my) first Gallery.  The theme is “Things we can’t do without.”  The three photos of the kids are my contribution.  There are of course much more to my list of favorite things, but my weak flash photo skills cost me good prints of the entire Family, so the grandkids won out and I had to scavenge pics from my digital camera.  I also was unable to incorporate the fireworks and the kids into one really cool frame…curses Photoshop, foiled again!  This was supposed to be on film anyway…ho-hum!  Next time…

What you see in the written word
Is the story the writer wants told.
What you see in a photograph
Is the artists story writ bold.

Both of these artists have given
What each of us wishes we could
Words and frames about the world unchained
They paint life as only they could.

All of us have some favorite things
Things that make us smile
These are the wings that lift us up
That send us that extra mile.

When all is failing and it seems life is through
When there is nothing that anyone can do
Look to your favorite rhyme in a book
Look to that photo of that special look.

Remember the faces and the places you’ve been
Remember that you can always pretend
That your there in that photo laughing and then
Know that those times can be yours again.

These are a “few of our favorite things”
We hope you find them pleasing
From the Summer ’17 Class of Photo 51
We wish you all a good evening.

Independence

Independence

Let’s put aside all of those things

That cause us to be so contrary

Let’s see what being “we” again brings

I doubt it could be so scary
There doesn’t always have to be

A reason, a cause, tried and true

There only needs to be you and me

To celebrate the red, white and blue.
Happy 4th of July,  America. 

BOOM🎆🎇✨🇺🇸BOOM

It begins

I’ve been threatening this for almost a year now.  I think the time has come.  This is the perfect place and time to kick start the “Engage Me” project.  I have access to all kinds of artistic talent and facilities here at Las Positas College and I intend to take advantage.

Since starting this Mass Communications class, I’ve seen some of the more extreme examples of social media’s effect on lives, companies, regimes et al.  It is both frightening and inviting at the same time.  My little world of beating up liberals on Facebook isn’t even a zit on the butt end of worldwide interconnectivity via this new media.

In class, we are learning to use some of the tools associated with the new media phenomenon.  The following is a presentation I created using  Prezi.com, a simple but truly amazing tool.  I’ve only incorporated the very basic components available in the interest of getting all my assignments done on time.  Still, this is a great starting point for my project and I can certainly build on this as I go.  It’s important to note that had I tried doing this several years ago, I’d have taken days to do so.  I finished this admittedly simple presentation in two hours.

Engage Me

God save me, but I can’t do this fast enough…

ENGAGE ME. I AM ONE OF YOU.

I’d meant to publish this in it’s musical format in memory of my Brothers, but I’m just not there yet.  My voice is still shot, my guitar work is shaky, so, I decided to let it go as is for today and I’ll get back to the musical version as I can.  They wont mind as long as I didn’t forget.

RIP Santi.  I know you’re watching.  I miss you Brother.  Hi to Prince and Rex.

Engage Me

What was the price I was supposed to pay?

What quest did I fail, to whom should I pray?

Did I come back too whole to warrant your greetings?

Was my soul not enough, or were your graces too fleeting?

Best friends dying, some gone in the head

Others are drowning in poisons instead

No one back home cares a damn for this mess

They wish it was over they do confess

 

Engage me

I’m not a name on a wall

Engage me

Just one little call

Engage me

Why do you stall

Engage me

This will end in a fall

 

If you live through the chaos and make it back home

They’ll think you’ve been brainwashed, a killer drone

If you don’t conform and act just like them

You’ll be banished for life, scorned and condemned

People will leave you without recourse

No one will show one bit of remorse

They’re done with you now, you’ve outlived your need

Move along soldier, we’ve got a new breed

 

Engage me

There’s a price on my head

Engage me

I’ve made mistakes that I dread

Engage me

I’ve been so scared that I fled

Engage me

Give me some purpose instead

 

Once you were golden, the cream of the crop

The best of the best that no one could stop

Your buds had your six, they kept you alive

Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five

Now you’re a nothing, you’re on your own

Left for dead in the VA zone.

Nothing can be done, there’s nothing we can do

Just roll over there, boy, join the twenty-two.

 

Engage me

I cannot live in this place

Engage me

So, I don’t fall on my face

Engage me

My choices end in disgrace

Engage me

Give me a chance in this race

 

Nobody warned us how you would turn

That in a moment you could burn

All that we gave, and all that we saved

You’d be happy to lend us an early grave.

What if we didn’t answer the call

What if we turned away from the brawl

How would your towers still stand tall

What good would be done if we all fall

 

Engage me

I don’t want to be through

Engage me

I am one of you

Engage me

Can’t you see that it’s true

Engage me

I bleed red, white, and blue

 

I am just like you

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Can Cali ever go RED again?

Ronald

There is a fairly new FB group called, “Make California Red Again”.  I am of course, a member in good standing.  I always hitch my ride to flaming stars that have about as much chance at being causal as Trump does wining over the ANTIFA clowns.

I mean no disrespect to the MCRA group if any fellow members read this.  So far, I’ve seen no evidence of STUPID in this group, anywhere.  So, I assume you have to see, as well as I do, that Cali is a ship well lost and foundering amidst the flotsam and jetsam of progressive idiocy.  As much as you and I hope and pray for a conservative savior to step up and reverse this malaise we are in; what are the chances?  Right!  So, moving on…

The issue of the day is, Why are Cali’s schools not following their own codes about funding illegal students.  It’s been reported that up to thirteen percent of all California students are illegals themselves, not born here.  Perhaps forty three percent of California’s students have at least one illegal parent.  I think I’m more surprised that we are still surprised at what’s happening here in Cali.

We are witnessing the loss of a sovereign state to socialist progressives, anarchists, antipathy, the political apoplexy of the Republican Party in California, the complacency of conservative voters until it was too late to stop the gerrymandering, and the re-Hispanicization of the southern Pacific Coast.

Ask yourself these questions:

  • How many Californian Politicians are either liberal or Hispanic?
  • How many of those last ones came from illegal immigrant families?
  • In order to maintain power, are they not ALL in cahoots with each other?

So, they support each other’s causes, absolutely.  The tide has turned.  We conservatives are already outnumbered or they wouldn’t be kicking our asses at the polls every year.  They own the schools, the news, the hospitals, most of the money and 80% of the political field or more.  They have effectively beheaded us at every turn.

No, the best possible solution left is a sad one, I fear.  We should cede the coastline from San Francisco south to the Mexican border, and all the way east to but not including the central valley.  In that way, we can allow CALEXIT to happen…PLEASE, let it happen!  We then surround Sacramento and keep it under siege until they surrender.  We arrest Newsome and Moonbeam and keep them in chains, better still, in stocks, on the commons out in front of the State Building, until they return what they wasted on water tunnels, hi-speed railroads to nowhere, fake infrastructure funding and illegals.  We then foist the two morons back on the newly formed Calexico, and watch it fold in on itself since there won’t be any producers left in their insolated society and we’ll have all the food and water, anyway…the dumb fucks.

Only by taking these drastic steps will we ever save California, and we have to do it while there’s still enough old school Californians left.  They’re leaving by the droves, driven out by the foreign nature of what has become the Golden State.

BTW, we keep Silicon Valley.  We invented it.  It’s ours.  Piss off!  You can have Berzerkeley instead. We’ll mail it to in pieces.

Have a nice day, Moonbeam!

Baseball was a great game…then…

Don Baylor

Wow!  Just-WOW!  Hour after hour of blather about the Red Sox v Orioles confrontation.  Confrontation?  The guy didn’t even get hit.  What confrontation?  Now they want to crucify the pitcher?  What?????

I understand all the concerns about concussions and ending multi-million dollar careers with a single errant throw, whether intentional or not.  I understand that today,  players are way more protected, but how far is too far?  When will Football players start wearing those plastic bubble suits?  When will NBA players be penalized for pretending to touch an opponent?  Does the NHL convert to Nerf pucks in this newly minted world of sports fairies?

I hanker back to days of old, sitting along the baseline watching Don Baylor dare pitchers to hit him.  If they did, he took his base smirking all the way.  If they didn’t, he took them downtown.  I’m sure he doesn’t know what to think of his game today.

I’m beginning to think we need some good old fashioned ballers to come show these kids how to “Cowboy Up” as was once in vogue with America’s favorite pastime.

Hell, If Randy Johnson were to whack that bird with a fastball today, they’d have him locked up before the last feather landed; definitely before the batter could get to his safe space.

Dear Mr. President Trump, can you make baseball great again too?  Because…

THIS AINT BASEBALL!  Remember?  There ain’t no crying in baseball, damnit!

Reaping and sowing

I’m reading about 9th circuit judges and death threats.  Oops!

I am certainly not condoning such behavior.  I’m sure the 9th circuit butterflies think they are saving mankind from the savage Trumpistas with their fake-morals defiance.  But, they are defying the President.  Something they’d never do to the last one, and it didn’t matter if he was shoving crap down our throats before we could read what was in it.

Regardless, these folk are all adults.  They knew what they were doing.  The consequences are exactly what they asked for.  Trump supporters are going to lash out at any who defy his authority.  With as huge an electorate victory as Trump enjoyed, they don’t feel a need for cutting detractors of our recovery any slack.  Nether do I really,  though I won’t threaten any cupcakes over it.  I would suggest pushing Gorsuch through and then causing the 9th to once again become an irrelevant aberration of United States justice.  Under normal leadership they will return to wallowing in leftist mediocrity while the rest of the country’s justice system righteously flourishes. 

What I really wonder about is this: with all the noise the media is making over the threats to the poor 9th’s justices and how Trump is to blame, riddle me this.  Where was the media when Obutthead was stirring the “hate cops” pot?  Not a word about the crap-stirrer-in-chief, not one. Fekk them!  Fekk him!  The arseholes deserve each other

Now that President Trump has shown he doesn’t give a flying fart what the mainscream fake news had to say,  they too are becoming irrelevant.  This gets more deliscious every day.  The USA is becoming great again and it’s happening so fast the cupcakes don’t have time to do anything but show us their hypocrisy.  This is better than Great.  This is YUGE, BIGLY AND AWESOME.

You go Mr President Trump.  Keep it up.  Maybe the bastiges will move to Canada. 

Oh yeah.  Message to our wonderful patriots out there: Don’t hurt them.  Bad crops will grow.  But eventually they die out.  You turn the earth over and use their rotting carcasses to nourish the next generations.