Surrender Never.

I just deleted all of the information I had accumulated on the perfidy of George W. Bush. That he is free to paint his toes, dogs, and scenery after the murder of thousands has galled me. If his successor will not strike out against his outrages and crimes, my voice seems to just be shouting into a void, where there is not even an echo. History will be the judge, but it seems that history is just a series of fables we use to gloss over our open wounds. The country has fallen in to a dysfunctional malaise, that seems to benefit those with money that now equals speech. Money has always had its way in politics, but now the open flood gates are sweeping away anything resembling a democratic system. We are now truly in the hands of the .07% and they don't seem to like anything but their own security. How does this fit in with Merry Christmas. Well the NY Times had and editorial that asks for the investigation of the torturers above, and even the German Human Rights watch want a piece of Bush and Cheney.  Cheney has canceled a trip to Switzerland just because he might be arrested. That is closing in on them

Winter hibernation

Back in the pool today. The cold has had me underground and unwilling to dunk into even the heated pool at the community center. Going to take the plunge today.

Picking Up the Pencils Again.

Dry spells some times exist outside the arid lands. Cloud bursts can come out of a winter sky. I reach for the tin of colored pencils and work on projects left by the side of the road forward while trekking off the berm and into the forest. Back on the road what will appear on the page?