And there it is. Well, there it was, but whatever the tense, that was the moment in which I signed on to blog writing. My blog. My opinions and thoughts. If someone, anywhere, was interested in what I wrote, that was a plus. However, for me it was a sanity saving device, putting a halt to shouting at the paper and/or the tv screen. It was my outlet. Others did the same so why not me?
People pushed me to do so and hey, this is a free country, is it not - or it was, once upon a time, pre-Trump and his gang. Hence, the conclusion and the result: my almost daily blog postings leading to an unbelievable blog site, no advertising, no seeking ads. This is and was to be my outlet, with no undue influence or pressure from ought, other than myself.
In the beginning, I wondered. Who would actually read what I wrote? Would actually find what I wrote! And who would care? Did I think that someone would actually pay attention? How did people actually find it and continue to do so? This question was particularly on target at the beginning, for it basically began as a result of frustration in the immediate case of a dictator minor tyrant here in the Village, the mismanagement, the damage to my place of retirement, the insecurities generated by this critter and his egregious mismanagement, causing great harm to both monetary survival along with social survival of our small piece of paradise on a budget for we who lived here.
Only after his exit from this plain of existence was a total picture uncovered and the work ongoing to repair the damage left behind by years of his mismanagement and neglect. A great start and the massive undertaking are well on their way, under new auspices, along with fresh thinking and proper attention.
Gradually over the years, blog content began to skew in a different direction with more general observations. What exactly was happening in this nation? What was happening in the world? And particularly anything relevant to Israel. The concerns grew in the width and depth. This nation apparently lost its way, forgot its underpinnings, cut itself loose from its historical roles, much to its detriment.
My concern of local, national and world affairs became entangled with my own self-examination and evaluation. This was a natural step to take as one ages and looks back. Tries to define one's legacy, if any indeed be there. To make amends. To raise one's voice. In hopes of somehow, some way, leaving this world a better place for me having been here. Have I succeeded? Not for me to tell. I hope, and I will continue to hope and to try. Perhaps to succeed to some degree and within those efforts and those of likeminded individuals in these efforts, that we can indeed develop a certainty that there is hope for a future of mankind. For a series of tomorrows better than our yesterdays and todays.
Frankly. I am proud of my efforts and hope to continue to move forward on this road. That forward movement will be closely tied to this blog and my writings within. Somehow, some way, I have managed to make contact with literally thousands of people. Both in this country and around the world. How has this happened? Not a clue. Why people continue to read my daily postings. perhaps because they agree with me, share the same concerns. Or perhaps they disagree vehemently with me. And are keeping track. Does that sound paranoid? Well, this is 2025. A second term of a demented and cruel dangerous man. A man who refuses to acknowledge truth. Who grows the streak of cruelty ever larger and deeper within his soul. Whose rate of unpopularity is growing by leaps and bounds. Even as he has paralyzed the lawmakers of this nation, using fear and intimidation as his weapons of war. Along with the growing dissolution of the structure of this nation.
These days, generally after, if I have written a rather over the top posting, I do indeed have that little niggling worm of uncertainty. Will someone actually point me out to him? Will he sic his forces of intimidation upon me? Lordy, but I hope not. but this world today, this man ... However, I do hope that someone, somewhere perusing this blog and its contents will have a fire lit within and step forward. To lead this world back to sanity. Back to an atmosphere of hope, of proper forward progression. Not backwards movement disguised as one of true positive maneuverings.
What I do know is that this world is once again a hostile place. Concerns of safety and continued existence. Concerns over the poor qualities of leaders of the world. The worry for people of sanity. For people who are Jewish. For immigrants run out of town, tarred and feathered. For all those now deemed the "other”, legitimate targets. For the rampant and toxic hate overwhelming the peoples of the world. For our challenged and neglected planet. The overwhelming necessity, critical, to retrench. To reevaluate. To replace all that is no good with that which is good. And encouraging. And hope inducing. All to take deep root within all of us and return us to at least a modicum of sanity and humanity.
Do I seriously think that someone of power and influence will let loose the dogs of war upon me? No. However, there are moments of chills down my spine, wondering, always, how far will we fall before we regain and reestablish our proper steady footing. There is now unbelievable, but so sadly true, an over layer rife with sparks of fear within our society. Frankly, when a crazed cruel man has been set in place, given scepter and orb, set loose, to wreak havoc, ... Well, read that sentence again.
Understand where we are. Understand what we must do. Understand the necessity of the timing. The minions of hate, of dictatorship, of destruction of democracy and denial of rights to all humanity, must be replaced with leaders of the proper view, the proper work ethic and determination to right the wrongs now profuse over and in this world of ours.
There are no longer off year elections. Every single one gives us further opportunity to heal our wounds, to return to America. To a world not enmeshed in hate and competition.
Either we take advantage of the moments able to foster proper change, or we forfeit it all.
Our yesterdays, todays and tomorrows are merging into one blob, shapeless and ominous. Unless we become activists of reshaping and reformation, all our days, all our histories, will be lost to us.
It is up to us. To you. To me. To our kids. To the peoples of the world.
Woe upon us if we shirk our duties.
Time grows shorter and shorter.