dogwalkingwithdougpart2
Saturday, May 16, 2026
Dale asked how I became a radical. I said I may have been born this way, and then my father was a young Nixon republican, and then, well early on I resisted and refused to stand and say the pledge of allegiance, and from then on practically everything I witnessed from the rulers of the forsaken country further radicalized me, continuing into the present genocidal regime and the fussy hucksterism of the Obamachron.
We must ask ourselves a brutal question, without hiding behind diplomatic niceties: why is such a blatant and systematic violation of international law, why do the genocides unfolding before our very eyes, fail to provoke such revulsion as to bring the system crashing down? Why does this horror not result in the only logical, necessary and legally mandated response under international law: immediate, severe and crippling sanctions against these two powers?
Patrizia Pisino
The other day I remember I was saying I wish we had found you in the park so we could see what you were like out there. It was fate when you came to us. Once I got rid of my dog who was like my very soul in a little trailer in southern Illinois, and traveling in a little car all the way to Gabriola Island, B.C. That happened. I was young and in trouble, and I guarantee you, Olive, we will keep you, we will not be in such a circumstance where parting is a necessity, we will never get rid of you, we will always be together, forever, not like in a fairy tale, but in this, our present, continuous reality.
I forgot what I was thinking again. I was thinking about idolatry before, false idols, then I thought of the objects that lay by gravestones. These are true, though their meaning is lost to particularity. What is inscrutable attracts us. I can't hold everything in my mind, far from it, while breezes pass through it as though a hut with open doors on all sides, and unscreened windows with birdsong.
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