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Monday, September 18, 2017

don't follow your thoughts, just observe them

don't follow your thoughts just observe them

fiction
edward w pritchard

When I was three or four years old my primary dictate from my Mother was " just be normal", over and over she told me that which was quite confusing really. Later I came to find out she had some mental issues from an unusual childhood and having a baby die after birth. To cope I became quite straight, not laughing much and over controlling and containing my emotions. My personality was lost in the darkness.

Still something inside myself, to compensate perhaps, was driving me to become more impulsive as I matured as a young adult. Sex, gambling which is the lust for Money and power, and a desire for Faustian intellectual awakening produced powerful urges within. It's all quite normal I hear.

In time, but still not always successfully, I regulated those compulsions. My duty lay elsewhere.

Don't follow your thoughts just observe them. Self discipline day to day will develop.

Now I take beta blockers hidden in my heart medicine. It's much easier now. It's hard sometimes to just be one of the troops, not specially awakened to new thoughts and ideas but it is oh so much easier day by day.

Saint Augustine and Rousseau both wrote their confessions and these are part of mine.

ed

Friday, September 15, 2017

always dress for dinner

always dress for dinner

fiction
edward w pritchard

Whether drifting down the Nile in a glass encased boat or on safari in Africa voyeuristic-ally shooting a few vanishing lions the Rich of a bygone era always found time to dress for dinner. After the multi coursed repast the Men of the past had their fine cigars and the Ladies had their gossip. Neither group found time for Politics. Which was a very good thing.

How much better would the Country be if the rich kept their opinions to their selves and stuck to the business of business. No one is so harmlessly occupied as when they are obsessed with making more Money. For the wealthy no speaking into microphones and no voicing their opinions.

And, once elected let the President become a silent faceless bureaucrat.

Friday, September 1, 2017

just another opinion

just another opinion

fiction
edward w pritchard

Some people like to fish, some like to read, some like to text or chat with their many acquaintances and some of us like to watch baseball on TV. When I was young I had no idea why the Cleveland Indians mascot would be considered racist. When I found out and understood, as an aside I always cheered the native Americans in cowboy shows, I still liked to watch my Home team but I decided we should remove the offensive mascot.

Let's remove the racist Indian mascot after this season. Remove the mascot -Win or lose -in the playoffs. Life is too short to fight losing battles over embarrassing and antiquated issues.

Native Americans were cool, they worked hard, they taught us many things, let's not insult their decedents alive today.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

100 % of the people

100% of the people

fiction
edward w pritchard

100% of the people deserve certain basic human rights at all times and in all places.

I saw a speech on book TV by Law professor Michelle Alexander on her book " the New Jim Crow" that was original and not conventional, that was insightful and important, and timely and awareness changing. Ms. Alexander furthers the grand ideas of justice vs charity as from the Bible and in the work of Harvard professor John Rawls.

Read the book or at least digest her main ideas.

Without using the words- insidious american capitalistic system walks all over justice -I will restate "
100% of the people deserve certain basic human rights at all times and in all places."

Sunday, August 27, 2017

prosaic swan boat through Hell

Prosaic swan boat through Hell

fiction
edward w pritchard

Knowing all things simultaneously and eternally from hence forward I ascertained that I should be honored to have the Devil himself strap me into the seat in the swan boat about to sojourn across the trillions of dimensions of Hell. Like a creaking old grandfather the Devil carefully and lovingly attended to my safety strapping me modestly into the tattered tethered crusty straps that would secure me legally protected into the weathered old swan boat as I began my journey.

Alone off I went. Smiling at the demon as he unblushingly picked up a rusted old Pepsi can from the floor of my conveyance into my seat I squirmed to find a comfortable position. This was to be a low budget operation it seemed.

"Where to next blithely I asked" Gently tapping the door twice of the shuddering swan boat like a carny starting a blind horse at the annual VFW county fair  the boat began to move across time and space shaking and groaning as we shook along the invisible ancient rusty cables.

Friday, August 25, 2017

hit three times with the stick

hit three times with the stick

fiction
edward w pritchard


Everywhere and at all times it is within my power to accept reverently my present condition. [1] Any disapprobation reaped upon myself justly will pass as no pain and no shame lasts forever.

If I have made a mistaken judgment that has injured another and have tried to right the matter timely and justly it is finished. There is no need to continue to grieve and berate myself.

As a boy I was hit quickly three times with a stick as instruction. Such pain passed quickly and is long since forgotten. My sense of justice was formed by those encounters.

Take your stand, stand your assigned post. It is a divine thing to try to be just and to be censured. Retire into yourself. Soon I will be gone and all that will be remembered is did he do his duty as best his weak character, slipping behavior and worrisome nature could generate.

[1] author is paraphrasing Marcus Aurelius

Sunday, August 20, 2017

total eclipse

total eclipse

fiction
edward w pritchard

A site of great pilgrimage the Serpent Mound in Peebles Ohio is a great place to view the total eclipse of the sun or the moon at anytime. An Effigy shrine built basket by basket with soil, sod and stones by stooped shouldered women, and children Adena Indians on the pre-historic site of a millions of year old sacred meteor strike which split the earth to the womb in times before humans could speak or walk upright; the serpent mound provides a small elevation to the viewing subject that enhances the visual viewing of a total solar eclipse of the sun.


Protective viewing glasses will be provided by local Ohio park rangers On august 21 for viewing of total eclipse of the sun.