I know the past 2 weeks have been dour . Webster's defines dour : 1 hard; stern; severe 2 obstinate 3 sullen' gloomy; forbidding . I have transmitted my Negativity with obstinance, and demanded my Readers to FULLY Acknowledge that We are at War . My demands are those of War itself, those of "Situation Awareness", appropriate Strategies , and useful Tactics that MUST-BE "deployed" if We are to SURVIVE trump and trumpism, and make ANY "Headway" against his brand of FASCISM . War DEMANDS >Changes< in the Human Psyche and these Changes require a steadfast Devotion to "What is Right, What is Good, and What is Virtuous" . Perhaps I should have listed "Devotion to the Truth" as being FIRST,,, Freudian slip = I took "Devotion to the Truth" as "taken for granted", although THAT is clearly suspect . No matter {{{at least for now}}} .
I awoke with a song from the Flying Burrito Brothers bouncing around in my head , the title is "My Uncle" and one of the stanzas is as follows :
"A sad old soldier once told me a story
About a battlefield he was on,
He said, "A man should never fight for Glory,
But know what is Right and what is Wrong" .
That's "IT" rite there, the difference between Right and Wrong . I wondered WHY that stanza had "arrived" and it's the topic of this morning's consideration .
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