For What It Is Worth.


It probably doesn’t matter.

All my life I’ve been schooled & trained & hand’s on implemented the ‘gotta have a Plan’  & ‘Where Do You Wanna Be in 5 Years’ & ‘Gotta make a List’ crowd Credo. & Frankly, I never really ‘got’ it. I mean? WTF? What ever happened to Principle. & Integrity. Intestinal Fortitude? I see so much clamoring through the details & detours, and, for me: It seems not enough study, reflection, … Like we are always just now reacting to the moment just passed, with yesterday’s rudder reckoning…. Who knows to what end?

No One.

So much lost caving in the details, one can morph from cuisine to cosmoline in minutes these days. I’m not the observant interloper. I was quite involved in several & varying careers, spending the most time as an Ironworker & much as a student/adventurer. When the Economy Plummeted, thus so too went Our Work. Our Expression was gone… Cityscapes: Finished ~some, Others:  Bent, undone ~C.O.D.?

I have always been politically aware. Crests & Waves, but after a calm first six years, followed by Opening Act: Dealey Plaza :: FLASH :: You know, the gritty black and white by heart by now, if you’re my age. I really think since then, since right before then & through Martin & Bobby: that there has been a wickedly close, if not entirely entangled web of circumstantial happenings & meetings that when taken separately & allowed to shrivel their own half life of attention garner little. But if one steps back & considers the calamities so incurred, there exists an insipid, under-lying & insidious political stench, one not unfamiliar to this World.

I don’t like conspiracy theories. Introduced to them @ such an early age as I was, with barber shop Life & Look & Time & you know, Argosy & True Detective ~Buck Owens , Merle Haggard, the Beatles & Viet Nam & “Some Day Alice: Trip to the Moon!” Became True. The Mets. The Colts. Conspiracies, as I’ve gotten older, always seem to be fleshed to deflect or obstruct & distract, rather than to guide one or thousands of researchers to: The Truth, which always seems to be pidgeoned & slathered away, most like that Ancient & Unattainable Cask of Amontillado.

Time after time, since 1963, hopeful & expansive Democratic Administrations & Economies have been snuffed, stiffled by rifled & refined Right Wing vitriolic Hatespeak which abhorrently and freely takes Liberty with Truth & License in order to ‘report’ & ultimately Impliment their Draconian Government Overlays, by inculcating an often Honorable, though misguided & disgruntled Conservative audience with plots of  ‘over-throw’ & Turner Diary solutions & Militia Groups, Skinheads & other unnamed but not unknown Hate groups proliferating in North America.

Nor does this Writer fear those groups or any of their Lieutenants or Stooges.

I do think though, that a time has come. A time has come for  this American to say:  Whoa! Stop the Nonsense. Stop it.

I get all the 2nd Amendment, I love guns, weapons myself: Grew up in W. Maryland Highlands, & 82nd Airborne Veteran. I can definitely ‘Weaponate’, on Command, if need be. I think it is in the shots, & I know the training & espirit de corps our Airborne Cadre Inspired in us, maybe most of us, in the late ’70’s. Maybe.

But I have to speak today to something that has been marginalized & falsely diminished in light of today’s political climate worldwide, and convulsive Conservative forays into National Policy Manuevres.

I am Caucasian. Of Irish-German heritage, my family hails from Washington County, Maryland. Beautiful, rolling  Appalachian foothills, sweeping valleys & vistas dotted with aging stage, river boat & trolley stops ~now all Historic & Quite Suburban. There is a Rickard Mountain among the Bear Pond Mountains spanning the Pennsylvania- Maryland border, aka ‘The Mason & Dixon Line’. My paternal Grandfather Wm. ‘Max’ Rickard was a policeman in Hagerstown. Worked ‘the Bowery’.  Black Section, for those of you who do not remember before the Civil Rights Act. And the Voting Rights Act. And Yes, They were Separate. And also Separate Acts.. He worked his way to Chief, and later retired. My Dad retired as a Colonel of Security, Department of Corrections,  State of Maryland.  He was hired in 1957, the year I was born and long before Prisons & Penitentiaries were De-Segregated. I was taught the Latin for my Church & how to field strip, clean, oil, charge & accurately fire a 1903A3 Springfield Rifle & many other & sundrie pistols, handguns & machinery, for my country. I understand ALL THAT!!

I get it.

It is criminal, seditious & ultimately the most Treasonous & Un- Patriotic Act a person, persons, or confederates may do, say or Preach:

To Preach:  Hear Me!

Preach: White Supremacy, Nazi, Fascist or any other wholly Totalitarian Ideology as its Corporate Ideology or Creed, and any and all legal investigations of  these Organiazations by Federal Law Enforcement & Judicial Powers should be implemented in seeing that this message, legal in its bearing yes:  This message is damaging, counter-productive & counter- Intuitive to every Tenant, both Applied & Implied in Our United States Constitution, Authored by Our Fore Fathers; many & various though they be. It is contentious & in direct contradiction of the Freedoms & Liberties Guaranteed by Our Most Sacred Documents, Actions & History.

Every One of  Us.

Every One of  Us:  Guaranteed by the Blood, Lives & Sacrifices of Multitudes of Americans who trudged before Us. Every One of  Us Owns Certain Inalienable Rights. We Are Free Citizens, & In Each of Us & through each of us & our corpus interloci, we mutually guarantee & underwrite each other’s rights. To Free Expression, no matter how much like Oratory, or more influential to the Olfactory.

We are guaranteed the right to Free Assembly, and just as I decry the I say depraved displays of Teutonic muscle in the Heartlands, I also say it is way past, it is morally way past time that we have not protected the Sanctity of the bearing of a fallen Warrior’s Return Home and their subsequent Memorial & Internment. It is deplorable & unthinkable in an America I Love & Serve.

But in this piece ~ Let me please Ram this Home to All Americans:

The Very Freedoms we so Enjoy, also wholly Allow the Opposing & Oft Violent Rebuttal of Freedom.

It is the Pin of Our Trunnion:  The Rule of Law.  Not Men. Law. And Law, though more often flawed, chaotic & contradictory in Its’ Conclusions, has its own Tenor & Hue. Ebb & Flow ~sometimes mirroring, sometimes skewering public tradition & sentiment. Synchronicity is not a Pre-Condition or Requirement of Legality or Enforcement. Ever. It most probably should not be, if each case, each petition is to be heard, or challenged for at least a Sum of Veracity.

I say this: The Sum of an Individual’s, Groups’s or Organization’s Utterences & Actions, Threats & Harassments, to any and all  Peoples of these United States ~Citizens & Tourists, Temporary Workers & Diplomats alike, all we Invite & Hold as Our Pleasure of a Day may & very well should be comfortable in their Person, & Possession, their Firm & their Finery, as we have all witnessed~ & Be Able to Accomplish & Invest Their Day & Their Interests Freely & Without Discharge or Molestation by any Person or Entity.

And the Right Wing Radio Head Mob doesn’t want Freedom. They don’t want Diversity. They don’t want a Level Playing Field. They Don’t want anything but to maintain the Good Old White Boy Secessionist Ideologies & Mid 20th Century Hatespeak to Influence and Guarantee them their Armies of Followers & Then Ultimate Control of the World.  And Freedom will be Dead. Killed by the very vermin that clutched Her to Death.

Killed by the ‘Free’.  The Free.  The Free: The Free To Choose HATE.

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