Blue skies, sunshine, temperature above freezing. I am truly grateful for each of them, especially the above freezing part. It’s supposed to continue for another week or so. 🥰
Another source of impending gratitude: our local PBS station’s (TPT) broadcast tomorrow night of the Buffy Sainte-Marie documentary, Carry It On. (I am feeling considerably less grateful for the design of the American Masters web site.) Watching the broadcast will help me relive my (mildly?) misspent youth during the era between the beatniks and the hippies. And, it’s being broadcast during Native American Heritage Month and just a few days before Native American Heritage Day.
American Indian Cultural Corridor, Minneapolis (2013)
Photo by J. Harrington
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Since POTUS 46 recently turned 80, it’s as good time as any to say I’m grateful he’s so much more capable, and much less destructive, than POTUS 45, and that I hope he has a very successful two more years as President.
In a “funny” way I’m grateful that the Musk creature purchased Twitter. It’s causing me to seriously think about what better uses of my time there are than doom scrolling. I’m not sure I can limit my screen scream time, so I may have to just quit. Instead, I can scare the hell out of myself by reading the daily headlines on slashdot, for example:
In anticipation of the Buffy Sainte-Marie broadcast, and in gratitude for, and recognition of, the importance of her lyrics, today's poem is Buffy Sainte-Marie’s:
Universal Soldier
By Buffy Sainte-Marie
He's five feet two and he's six feet four He fights with missiles and with spears He's all of 31 and he's only 17 He's been a soldier for a thousand years He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an athiest, a Jain, a Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew and he knows he shouldn't kill and he knows he always will kill you for me my friend and me for you And he's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France, he's fighting for the USA, and he's fighting for the Russians and he's fighting for Japan, and he thinks we'll put an end to war this way And he's fighting for Democracy and fighting for the Reds He says it's for the peace of all He's the one who must decide who's to live and who's to die and he never sees the writing on the walls But without him how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau Without him Caesar would have stood alone He's the one who gives his body as a weapon to a war and without him all this killing can't go on He's the universal soldier and he really is to blame His orders come from far away no more They come from him, and you, and me and brothers can't you see this is not the way we put an end to war
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