PSST! HEY YOU! SO WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?

    Ever play that game anymore - you know the one. It's that annoying one that seems to magically create new situations that require new rules even as you are digging thru the couch cushions for the old rules.

    Not quite sure, if this fits life imitates art or art imitates life category but it sure as hell fits something. Most of us in today's world seems to be not quite sure of anything anymore. What a mess!

    Once there were rules. Once there was an inherent surety that if one played by the well known rules one could make book on it. But hey, that rule is down the toilet along with any remnants of civilized behavior. It is as if we don't seem to care anymore, we babble on about reputations but whose reputation? What reputations? As the song goes they are good for absolutely nothing. Not anymore.

    There used to be guard rails along the highway of life. At times we hit them; at times we went right through them but at least we knew why. Now it appears as if it is the luck of the draw.

    I think what is being heard in the echoing chambers of my mind are the disillusioned words and thoughts of an aged out idealist. I still ask why, I still ask why not. I still wonder why people seem to feel the need for nastiness and cruelty.

    Bad day today. Too many bad days lately. Worse, is that I see no end to them and that, my friends, is the worst thing to happen to the former rootin,' tootin', hollerin' idealist who still wishes to remain in the category of "fabrent"(on fire). So tell me good folks out there, if we imported Diogenes from the past with the same task we will get the same results? And so, and yet, we keep plodding on hoping against hope, fighting the cynicism of others as we try to resuscitate and reanimate. A big job, my friends a huge job.

    Join us in the fight against evil, against the worst visions and versions of humanity. Don't only be my neighbor as Mr. Rogers wants but be my activist neighbor, the one who still believes in the good of humanity, in the hope for and of humanity. We can turn this around.