I feel alive
I feel alive within my element of style (harried, frenzied, dogged...) reading (a book titled The Knitting Circle authored by Ann Hood) inside me man cave with the portable heater cranking out British Thermal Units (a measurement of heat energy, whereby one Btu is the amount of heat required to raise one pound of water by one degree Fahrenheit, whence Btus per hour (Btuh) is the benchmark used to estimate the capacity of heating systems, such as gas furnaces) at a cozy seventy plus degrees fahrenheit (breadth, scope, width...) while the outside cool air, a crisp temperature, not quite ten degrees centigrade (an old fashioned name for Celsius, which freezing point of water for Celsius is 0°C, whereas the boiling point of water is 100°C abbreviated of Celsius is to °C, which temperature scale invented and named after Swedish scientist Anders Celsius (1701-1744) in 1742), whereby yours truly (me) salvages sanity within a webbed wide world on the heading toward brink of near anarchy come Tuesday, November 5, 2024, when the overstuffed ego freezer (sporting his trademark orange coiffure, which reminds one electorate named Matthew Scott Harris) of an oversized troll) rubs his bear size paws with sinister glee. Other than the dark shadows looming along the edge of night within the outer limit of the twilight, I feel glad to be stayin alive in Schwenksville at a safe distance from the melee will most likely erupt.
Mine heart doth go pit-a-pat at pleasant unexpected telephonic, fantastic, and electronic receipt of your message, however brief, though avidity, benignity, conviviality, docility, electricity, friendly gentility, humility, integrity, jocularity, knowledgeability, levity...zealotry about you teases my curiosity got woke within the bosom of me, an adventuristic, altruistic, (albeit spiritually) animalistic, anachronistic, atavistic, atheistic, copacetic, eccentric, existentialistic, fantastic, generic, linguistic, nihilistic, realistic... married sexagenarian.
This Pacifist bard of Perkiomen Valley regaled at Alpine Fellowship conclave regarding erosion of Democratic rights grave alarming usurpation of power - Republicans each and every one a nasty and brutish knave intent to pronounce decree sentencing every Homo sapien to pave (courtesy their lovely bones) back breaking laborious bloody path trumpeting, signaling and attesting slave versus master linkedin relationship essentially scuttling emancipation proclamation lifetime of human bondage forced to pledge flag of servitude amidst wreckage broken souls washed away courtesy totalitarian wave.
Foreclosure on purported inalienable rights life, liberty and pursuit of happiness though hard won freedoms crimped foregone conclusion demanding fealty and loyalty to sovereignty therefore necessitates electorate to stage coup d'état and overthrow autocrat ideally thru peaceful modus operandi.
Though aforementioned verses hypothetical, mine overactive imagination can easily envision governmental, née societal debacle witnessing yours truly, an extremely shy Norwegian bachelor wannabe gobbling up ample powder milk biscuits to acquire courage to protest (no matter the temperature seasonably cool today, and stand firm against one unnamed political party aiming to upend voting rights, thus disenfranchising most economically vulnerable people (predominantly) persons of color to cast their vote for representation.
Absolute zero chance for change unless even those risk averse (such as one garden variety wordsmith) to protest without resorting to violence and staking a claim to denounce opposition against exercising freedom for citizens to elect eligible candidate.
I too would join aspiring bravehearts (each of us participants tightly grasping an amulet), not looking for fame nor fortune, only martyrdom and sainthood ha, nevertheless able, eager, and ready to risk life and limb in an effort to preserve (even at expense getting into a jam) principle figurative bulwark buttressing buzzfeeding land of milk and honey myth.
Throughout American history many patriots as well as indigenous tribes bled, the latter viciously tracked down nsync with ominous dread, no matter how fast they fled taking refuge courtesy sympathetic abolitionists, who silently motioned at (hiding) in hogshead.
Outspoken voices helped spur Emancipation proclamation and subsequent manumission
diametrically opposed to bedrock attitudes, ideologies, prejudices... kept in check by scare tactics thus disallowing formerly shackled to experience full fledged freedom, whether enjoying opportunities available to the leisure class or exploring inherent potential to amass learning and become financially successful, which suppression of free will, (within parameters of self expression - artistic, literary, musical et alia) gives credence to notion of white privilege automatic guilt linkedin with skin color.
Each generation of oppressed, especially those who break the color barrier subjected with bigotry (ofttimes subtle mistreatment) challenging well earned freedom rightfully bequeathed from forebears labor.
The ghosts of Africans who suffered pre colonial rule (namely European exploitation) robbed of their national identity will forever haunt the offspring, whose forefathers/mothers brutally desecrated haven housing rightful autochthonous men, women and children livingsocial within their own Lake Wobegone.