This will be short. I’m tired. In so many ways. I sat down and wrote some frankly erotic writing, using my imagination. It felt dann good to write, to create characters, to fantasize and to create a past that didn’t happen. But might have. I couldn’t bring myself to go upstairs, and try to sleep. I wonder when I last took Ibuprofen, but think a couple more now won’t hurt.

The back hurts, and causes the shoulder to hurt too. I think about the surgery recovery from three years ago and feel nostalgic about the whole time.

It’s late. I have new readers. I love you all for stopping by. Thanks.

It’s been too long since

I felt skin on skin.

Inhaled the dusky scent of woman.

Felt my hard dick in the vise-like grip of cunt.

What remains alas is despair.

Fear of loss.

The paralyzing fear that lust may never be re-kindled.

Resignation is not mere defeat but living death.

It is not, therefore, an option.

Quite frankly, there are dangerous people and institutions in the world. They are looking to control your life what you see, what you read, what you think. It starts with Google’s surveillance marketing. If you take your smart phone around with you, they know where you are. Stop. These megalomaniacs just say they want to show your product tastes to companies who might have products of interest to you. Maybe. Maybe they know what church you attend, the school your children or grandchildren attend, whether or not you vote and where. At first blush, all seemingly innocuous, if not slightly creepy

But this is about power and egomaniacal people, devoid of any moral compass.

I love that feeling I get when I’m climbing out of a hole, even a shallow one. There are certain markers that indicate I am making progress in handling the stuff of life that we could just as well do without.

1) The bills are paid.

2) My son came to visit.

3) I’m swimming regularly again.

4) I’m getting to AA meetings.

5) I sleep when I need to.

Today I had lunch w Mrs CorC?. I went to the Y and swam. I did not worry about the state of my stomach. I saw friends at the Y. They seem to be doing well.

We ate our back log of leftovers tonight. When the news upset me, I turned it off.

A good day.

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I read this article with a great deal of interest. It is tempting to dismiss this as the musings of some sort of conspiracy theorist, but I believe there is real substance to his criticism.

We have grown to accept uncritically the notion of a “population bomb” to use Paul Ehrlich’s phrase. It is, or claims to be a premise based on observation and analysis of impartially obtained data, except we rarely scrutinize the theory or challenge its conclusions.

There is a push back against the globalists occurring throughout the Western democracies. The nagging question, “What does globalism have to do with saving souls?” doesn’t seem to be echoing through the halls of The Vatican. That is a disturbing question., disturbing in its absence.

Our proclivity to sin, or concupescence, hasn’t gone away.

“Consider the lilies of the field,how they grow. They toil not, neither do they spin, yet I tell you that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these.” St. Matthew 6:28-29

This is the time of year when this passage particularly comes to mind. It is in that portion of St Matthew’s Gospel where much of Christ’s teachings, like The Sermon on The Mount, are found.

The power of the metaphor of lilies is compelling and broad in that nearly all of us can relate to the beauty of flowers.

The tradition started after the American Civil War of putting flowers and flags on the graves of the war dead. So the story goes, the graves of both Union and Confederate dead were “decorated” and this common gesture of remembrance helped heal the wounds of the most catastrophic war in American History. Sometime in the 1950’s Decoration Day became Memorial Day. And in the 1970’s the day celebrated moved from 30 May to the last Monday of May. We remember the dead from all our wars on this day.

At least we say we do. Mostly, we start “Summer” on this day. This weekend is when the public outdoor swimming pools open in the parts of the country where year round outdoor swimming is not possible, We start eating outdoors with backyard barbecues. All in all, the tempo changes to summer mode.

Virginia and particularly Richmond, where I live, has many sites of Civil War battles and, consequently, cemeteries for the war dead. Arlington National Cemetery is on the site of the Custis-Lee Mansion, seized by the Federal Government for just such a purpose.

In the Culture Of Fun which is America in the 21st Century, remembrance takes a backseat to Fun.