A New Day Dawned?

I hope everyone had the chance to watch our President's inauguration yesterday. And before any of you start, with all your "he ain't my president, I didn't vote for him!" and all the regular delusional denials, yes, he is your president. Just as W and all the Bushes, the lot of them, was your president and mine. Just as Clinton was your president...and mine. I support them all, in my love of our nation though I believe 100% of none of what they say and little of what they do! their too human I guess. Though we have one president. One at a time, that is.

And while radio hosts (yes, I fell off the wagon and listened to Rick n Bubba today, for a short while) are tending to focus on the trivial points of the speeches and music and appearances that they can hopefully turn from molehill to mountain, there was a lot more going on.

If you let your differences win the day, then I have sorrow for you. You missed something spectacular, and something that we may not see much in our future. Truth be told, I haven't seen it much in the past either.

I am not referring to the historical nature of B-rok being our first African-American (well, one-half so) president.

I am referring to the awesome sense of oneness, hope, promise, and truth I am beginning to feel. I sensed it in the presidential election, especially in the enthusiasm among the youngest, freshest, newest voters. I say it and heard it and straight-up felt it yesterday it the inauguration. I grooved on that there vibe (that sounds like Lowry)

I was a little annoyed at HBO's "We Are One" special with the 2000 most popular actors, writers, poets, directors, and singers, singers, and more singers. Mostly because the have shown it 203 times this past week.

U2 was awesome! The Boss was there, singing "This Land is Your Land, This Land is My Land" with, it looked like, the feller that wrote it. What could be better?

Crank up your what if machine and dream with me: what if we celebrated the new beginnings and potential of every president in like fashion. If we're going to live as one, then let's live as one! I could then stomach HBO's programming schema a bit better.

We must celebrate dissent! And we can start by allowing it. And then, we work it. Our differences can and should be out strength. There's a reason we all have different d.n.a. and it ain't just to find out if you are the true killer! (Just ask O.J. ...because he is still looking for the true killers. The man's committed, what can I say?)

back to the point...

People are starting to believe in America again. And you know what, it's Americans that are starting to believe in America again. It's not just because of who we put in the office of president, the lofty-titled "leader of the free world". It's more a feeling, a sense, a vibe.

For too long, too many people haven't cared about what others feel. Not what others think. Who cares about that? But what is it that we feel, and sense, and yes, even think collectively? That's what matters. And while I cannot put my finger on it just yet, I am feeling something new and good, feeling it down to my bones. And that's great right now, because my bones are cold!


It is remarkably good that the race battle lines has been beaten back, just a little bit more. And I am glad. I just love how it must be crawling all over Obama's detractors; even those who are among my closest friends from greater Mount Olive, Alabama: bastion of ground-breaking, intelligent, progressive thought, education and equality.

Its sad to say I was reminded just this weekend how alive and well those racial epithet remain. I can not tell f this is in spite of or because of our new accomplishments in showing just a hint of tolerance and equality. Though it matters not. Barack Hussein Obama is our president. A new day has dawned.

I am not a Democrat, nor even really the dreaded 'liberal'. Its funny and pathetic how people have come to hear and use that word as a insult. People use it to infer that one is crazy, or stupid. The word means 'generous'. Look it up. It's called a dictionary. And the fact that some professing Christians on the right say, and believe, that it is not possible for one to be a professing Christian and a Dem-o. Get real people. Watch out little iMac, my temperature's a risin'!

Though I am certainly not a Republican either, or the nearly as insulting 'conservative'. I would, however vote for 'Raw-hide Ronnie Reagan' 100 times in a row...though only if we stayed in the 80's. The Gipper did his part. That word originally meant 'careful'. It's not a bad word either.

In Massachusetts, I would be seen as some sort of "Evangelical, Religious Right Ultra -Conservative". For the record, from the past sentence, I would only use the word "right" to describe me currently, and not on the political line. Right as in just, I hope. I'm more into faith than religion, and I'm fine with my bosses in the religious establishment knowing that. I think they may already.

And in, say, Alabama, I would be described as a "tree hugging environmental-nut-job, crazy liberal that should move to California!" Environmental? Yes! Crazy? You betcha! California? Nah, more like Seattle. I don't know, you may prefer carbon dioxide to clean oxygen. I don't. You may want the polar ice caps to melt. I don't. Call me crazy--never mind, we already have!

I try to be a balanced person who seeks, works, and prays for the common good (or, as many people today call it, inaccurately, 'socialist'). I mean the common good that comes from everyone respecting and caring and standing up for everyone else. I call myself a 'card carrying moderate' who tried to think through one issue at a time, and live to destroy generalizations, stereotypes, and straight-ticket party voting! I am Wesleyan in my theology, or what I believe of and about God. That's a middle position, as in taking the best, most reasonable and rational from both poles. United Methodists are not Evangelical, in the sense of the term that people not involved in the Christian faith use it: like a political group. United Methodists are main-line Protestants. John Wesley practiced, and I try to practice, the 'via media'. Look that up. It's not in the dictionary.

This often makes me moderate or, centrist in my political stance. This often drives others crazy. The majority dismisses it as a cop-out, or an easy way out. Well, I am leery of cops and the middle is anything but easy. Just try it.

Well friendly readers, this latest entry seems to have shifted more to what I feel and believe and try to do. And that's...o.k. This has happened only because I am nothing short of inspired by the events or the last twenty-four to forty eight hours. The new day has dawned, and I have presented to you my new manifesto; the preface at least. I believe this to my core. This new truth can be self-evident, the best kind of truth. Let's not waste it, mmm-kay? Let's get at it! Today, we have our best shot in a long, long, time at becoming one world. Get it on.


For the record, I think Slash is just as African American as Obama. Though I am not expecting Slash to make a presidential run. I'd just settle for a new 'presidentially rocking' Guns n Roses album with the original line-up!


And by the way, if you still believe he (Obama or Slash) is Arabic or Muslim, and by the way, again, the two are not mutually inclusive, I have some beach property in...actually, I don't know what to do with you. I don't know what to say to you. Then again, if you believe these Muslim-captured White House conspiracies, you don't care much for truth and probably haven't read this far. I will pray for and with you, for and with me, for and with the Prez, and for and with the world. So, again get it on!

Farnsworth, We Hardly Knew Ye

Things are quiet around the Smith compound tonight. MA is asleep upstairs, the Golden Girls are with me submerged in my study. all of us, everything is...quiet.

and this is strange. of late, at least, this is strange.

no one hated silence, it seems, more than my little black friend, Farnsworth.
no, I'm not looking at skin-color again here. its fur color to which I refer.

Farnsworth was my little black puppy friend. he is gone to a new home. he has been gone for now one week. it has been a tough week.

the little guy ran in front of my car and into my life some 6 months ago. on Apple Grove Road, in the middle of nowhere, he jetted out from the mountainy roadside and got my attention, sure nuff!

my special little guy provided an additional, needed, male presence around the place. Trixie and Scarlett? both girls. of course, MA is all woman! and though one of our cats is technically 'male'...well, c'mon! its a cat! Little-Big-Man gave me another guy to pal around with and a man around the house when I was gone. one more vote for 'us guys'.

yes, that is quite lame. he is a dog, not a human. but I don't care. species be damned! I mean, you just had to know the pup and you'd understand.

Farnsworth kept my attention for the summer. and the fall. and I was, truth be told, hoping the rest of his little dog life. though it wouldnt have been fair to him, to Trixie and Scarlett or even to me and MA. it just wouldnt have been right. he needed a real home.

Trixie and Scarlett--two grown and nearly grown golden retreivers--keep us very busy. it takes a lot to care for dogs, that is, to care like one should care. we couldn't take on a third.

I believe I saved Farnsworth's life, and I believe he believed that.
and though I only brought him home to give him some water that day, I quickly loved Farnsworth enough to let him be ours until we found the right home. and we did. it was the right thing to do.

Zack, and seemingly very cool 8-year old young man, and his father Frank, and the mom of the family now have a new pet. a new family member, I hope (and bet!)
They had no dog, and they were looking. they were at the barber shop one day. I was at the same shop, the same day.

Frank and I later talked about coinsedence.
Frank said he doesnt like the word. I said I'm trying to rid it all-together. it was the right thing to do.

the little guy, 'strong like bull' though he be, came with us to Florida for the New Year celebration. it was great! MA's folks have a BIG back yard, fenced (well enough to trick Farnsworth, who is no dummy!). he ran to his and my heart was content. it was a beautiful sight. he barked at and chased the fireworks that ended 2008 and began 2009.

we strolled the beach together, just one day before he met his knew family.
for a season, I had a fearsome defender and constant companion: unusually smiling, many times peeing, always loving.

the term 'bitter sweet' it is pitiful excuse for the conflict of emotions this rough and tough, little , furry, black tornado has caused me. though a little painful, I'm glad to have them at the end of the day.

he is cared for, very well I hope and pray. and though Scarlett visibly looks for him, I have been able to hide it more. but I'm not as able to hide my tears for my friend who I may never see again, outside my memory and I pray, on God's Golden Shore. and I dont care about hiding the tears. its a good cry, in every sense. and I hope I always remember: it was the right thing to do.

adios amigo!

and goodnight to the rest of you.

MMS