Wednesday

Question is it pronounced Wed nes day or Wendsday? 

Answer, does it really matter now? 

I guess it does matter to word perfectionists and “English” professors, but to the average American, I doubt it because it’s a dialectic and idiolectic thingy.

Dialect and Idiolect – two pretty cool words, but what do they have to do with how to pronounce Wednesday. 

Glad you asked!

I often see posts on Facebook telling people to vote to make English the official language of the USA and I wonder. I wonder why we would want to make a foreign language our official one? 

We, in the United States of America and it’s territories speak American English, not the Queen’s English of England. We gave that up long ago.

Last year, while helping a student with his dissertation on the topic of English as a Second Language (ESL), I did a little research of my own. I discover that there are over 1500 known dialects of English in the world ranging from the “Queen’s English” in the halls of Buckingham Palace to the Zulu English spoken in the Natal of Africa. In continental America alone, there are 350+ dialects from the Yankee northeast states to the Hispanic influenced Southwest and from the Scandinavian influenced North Central to the Creole in the south, America is an amalgam of languages and cultures.

Want to add some fun to that?

How many Idiolects do you think there are in continental America? 

Well, as of 2017, there are an estimated 325.72+ million people in America. That figure includes all 50 states and the American territories. 

Are you ready for this? Fact: America has 325.72+ oral idiolects.  Each and every one of us speaks in a distinctive manner; the way we pronounce or slur our words, our choice of words and even swearing. 

Never before have our dialect and idiolects been more important than today in our electronic age where voice recognition is becoming vital to our security. 

My conclusion is, let’s make American English our official language! 

Monday – why I do not hate Mondays!

Ok, so I sound strange. “Everybody hates Mondays, dude! What’s wrong with you?” 

Umm, does the word different explain anything to you? 

I am different, unique, special and guess what? There’s only one person on this planet with my DNA to prove it.

“We get it!, but, how can you be different and not be a Democrat?” (I was actually asked this question.)

“We Democrats are all free-thinkers, each special in his or her own way. We do not adhere to the fascistic commands of the orange-head in our WH!”

The only part of that comment I agree with is “special in his or her own way..” You got me there guys, but the remainder is about as logical as me trying on Speedos. It ain’t gonna work, no way, no how!

Therein lies my argument with the philosophy of the Democrat automatons. 

I love this definition of a “free-thinker” from the Urban Dictionary: 
“One who relies solely on themselves to make judgments based on their own perception of the world rather than blindly accepting what is told or implied by an outside influence, which is usually some kind of authoritarian figure.”

“Usually associated with non-conformists…Very few people in this world have realized that they have access to and the ability to perform independent thought. While everyone has the ability, only the freethinker uses it, because he knows what he wants.” (Chesterfield, 2016)

The Democrat leadership propagandizes this philosophy of having free-thinks lead the party, but it’s a lie. No political correctness allowed: it’s a flat outright lie. It’s as though the rank and file Democrats believe in one form of Democracy while their leadership believes in another.

Now, that said, what the hell does this have to do with my liking Mondays?

So glad you asked! 

On Monday mornings I pick up a case of fresh fruit at Sam’s to take to the Student Assistance office at my Alma mater, Meramec Community College in Kirkwood, MO. When I arrive at school I am always greeted by beautiful, young faces of youth who strive hard every day to succeed in college and get ahead but battling the problems of poverty.

I see blacks, white, Asian, Native Americans with various disabilities lining up to get to class on time to learn! There are young adults confined to wheelchairs due to conditions beyond their control who ask nothing more than a chance to learn and excel. Each and every one of these young people is marching to his or her own band; free-thinkers not chained to ideology, nor restricted by politics. 


For me, Mondays are my refueling days; the time when I recharge my batteries with the help of these energetic leaders of tomorrow.

What do you think?

I read a disturbing article this morning about American Law schools; those institutions of higher education designed to produce experts in the field of laws beneficial to the American people, or so they claim.

The article mentioned more than one, but just less than every one of these pinnacles of legal academia as having determined not to ask Justice Brett Kavanaugh to speak and or teach in their halls of “Free Speech.”

Would anyone care to know when they did this? 

Sure, I’ll tell you; glad you asked it.

They did it right after he presented his rightfully emotional argument to the Judiciary Committee of the United States Senate in defense of the way he was immorally, unethically, and potentially illegally challenged in what I considered to be a Kangaroo Court.

But, he beat them. He won. He became an Associate Justice of the United States Supreme Court, and as hard as it was for him to do, he showed his children, and everyone else what it is like to be a real man. 

I’m happy the man, Brett Kavanaugh overcame the opposition. I hope and believe that Brett Kavanaugh, the Associate Justice will be true to his history of justice and fair play.

So what’s my problem?

Legal academia, these failures of once proud icons of American justice. The very core of the future of our legal system refused to grant Judge Kavanaugh his legal right to ‘DUE PROCESS.”

Rather than judging him on his years of honest and loyal service, his superior rulings and position papers, and stature in his community, they deemed him unfit to enter their halls because he was justifiably upset about the attacks on him and his family.

My questions are: .

Are our American Law schools teaching our laws or are they interpreting them to suit their needs?

Do the halls or legal academia in America ring loud of the equality of DUE PROCESS?

Is there now a class offered as Law 101: “How to defeat the American belief of “Innocent Until Proven Guilty?”

Are our law schools teaching American Law based on our Constitution or Socialist Dogma based on Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, and other radicals? 

Friday’s Question is a Lesson

I can’t help but wonder if there are others besides myself who think they see what is really going with all these demonstrations and protests against everything President Trump attempts to do for our country. I’m going, to begin with defining four words:
  1. Protester:  “a person who makes a public protest; synonym demonstrator.” (Oxford Learner’s Dictionary)
  2.  Bully:  “a person who habitually seeks to harm or intimidate those whom they perceive as vulnerable.” (Oxford English Dictionary
  3. Terrorist: “an advocate or practitioner of terrorism as a means of coercion.” (Miriam-Webster Dictionary)
  4. Coercion: “The intimidation of a victim to compel the individual to do some act against his or her will by the use of psychological pressure, physical force, or threats. The crime of intentionally and unlawfully restraining another’s freedom by threatening to commit a crime, accusing the victim of a crime, disclosing any secret that would seriously impair the victim’s reputation in the community, or by performing or refusing to perform an official action lawfully requested by the victim, or by causing an official to do so.
My question is this: When does protesting become terrorism? Here in America, we have the legal right under our Constitution to Freedom of speech and freedom to protest without fear of retribution; I’m all for that. However, in this era, we seem to have less real protesting and more real bullying capped off with organized domestic terrorism. In my opinion, protesting becomes unacceptable bullying when one side denies the other side their freedom of speech, and choice; rights guaranteed under our Constitution. As bad as these types of bullying are, they often do escalate to more severe types such as uncensored cyber attacks, gossip, negative allegations, and prejudical commentaries directed at both the person and family in an attempt to discredit.
It is when a protester crosses the line from mild verbal attacks on an opponent to coercion in the form of physically blocking movement, using bullhorns in very close proximity the victim’s head – specifically ears, screams at, throwing objects, feces and urine at, physically assaults, threats to family and home, or damages personal property that bullying becomes criminal intimidation. They are no longer protesters, they are criminals who must be arrested and charged for their crimes.
However, when they turn to coercion with threats of exposing their victim’s address and phone number, health and schools records, school,  and death threats, they’ve gone beyond criminals, they are terrorists.
Lest they feel left out, I will comment on those “protestors” who receive compensation for their efforts. For me, these people are no better than paid thugs, the Sturmabteilung (SA – Brownshirts) of Nazi Germany.
I have a question for these people: Do you know the fate of the SA when Hitler finally gained power? What about Stalin’s purge of his military officers after defeating the Nazi’s?
As vile as they are, these bullies and terrorists are merely puppets on a world stage; their value to their leadership is very transitory. Their lifespan, questionable and their cause is defeatable. However, in the interim, Americans need to stand up and fight back against the violence and terrorism spawned by our own politicians with their hate speeches, sponsorships of harassment and intimidation and above all, their abuse of the powers granted to them by Ameican voters. I personally feel that the actions and words of the alleged victim, her attorneys and the Democrat Senators on the Judicial Committee were a gross attempt at coercion of the truth. What I saw, and continue to see is an attempt at a soft coup de tat of our government by the left. Do you?  

Thoughts of an Early Saturday Morn

I’m going to get off the politics this morning and talk a little about what it’s like living with Type II, Insulin Dependent Diabetes.

Since being diagnosed with Diabetes, I’ve done a lot of research on how I feel about the disease and, how I plan to live with it. I believe in knowing my enemy, to better deal with my feelings; to accept the fact that genetics is the primary reason I have the disease; I saw my father die at age 47 from it and my beloved Nana lose her legs in her failed battle. The list of people succumbing to Diabetes grows longer every year, many more are added because of lack of knowledge, lack of willpower and even lack of money to treat.

The ancient Chinese general Sun-Tzu wrote in “The Art of War”

“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.”

Although not completely analogous to living with Diabetes, for me it is akin to being in an arranged marriage to an extremely diabolical person whose ultimate goal is to make my life miserable until I’m dead. However, unlike a marriage between two people, one cannot get a divorce from Diabetes, you either learn to live with it, or you refuse to live.

I feel that the primary battle of every Diabetic is within the self. Denial is the first battle that must be won; to deny one has Diabetes equates to running through a pen filled with starving carnivores while carrying fifty pounds of raw meat.

Knowledge, knowledge of the self, the disease and more knowledge of the self. Sound redundant – yes? Good, it’s meant to be. To live, not just exist with Diabetes is to fight small skirmishes every day. When buying food processed foods, read the labels for sugar content; you will be surprised at how much sugar is in our foods.

I love potatoes and ketchup; I’d kill for a plate of old-fashioned French fries, not the potato sticks of McDonald’s. A plate of them with good rich ketchup is a treat for me, but it’s also carbs and sugars (potatoes and ketchup), sends my blood glucose * up. It takes a good 24 hours before it does that, so if I eat French fries with Ketchup today, Saturday, I won’t see much of a difference in my blood glucose test tomorrow morning, but Monday I will.

Did I mention Diabetes being diabolical? The lesson I learned, the hard way, of course, is that in my arrogance, I didn’t know that it takes over 24 hours for some sugars to register in blood glucose. Therefore, the meal I eat today may not affect my morning glucose test tomorrow which gives me a false sense of security in what I eat tomorrow. If I have more French fries tomorrow, Tuesday’s reading is going to be higher and I’ve just added 25 pounds of raw meat to my dash for life through the pen.

Knowledge, I can’t scream any louder!  Knowledge of the disease, its management, and the self, are the primary keys to managing Diabetes.

If you are unwilling to work for yourself and those you love, then screw it. Go eat a dozen Hershey bars and drink a six pack of beer; just make sure your life insurance is paid up to date because your family will need the money to plant your ass.

I will have more on this subject next week.

  • A blood glucose exam is done every morning to check the level of sugar in one’s system. I have to prick the end of a finger and place a drop of blood on a test strip. Will discuss that in detail in a later post.

 

 

My Professor

You are my professor, a scholar so wise,
I come as your student, unlearned in your eyes.
To hear a sage voice, so long did I yearn.
Now I seek right answers, your knowledge to learn.
I pledge you my troth, respect is your due,
For I am a novice, experience yet new.
But I beg of you now, please hear my plea,
Cast your opinions aside, let fact be free,

Teach me to think, for I am tomorrow.

Papa Nyk

The Wisdom of My Nana

As a child, I often sat with my grandmother beneath her grape arbor in Mankato, MN, there to talk and listen to her stories of nature. She was not a learned person in the sense of a formal education, but she was a sagacious woman in the ways of the world. Tragically for me, and the world I lost her when I was fifteen.

Before she died, she had to have one of her legs removed because diabetes had shut down the circulation and she was developing gangrene. I lived in Minneapolis, MN, at the time so I went to Mankato, (90 miles) and stayed at the hospital with her from the night before surgery, during surgery and most of the day after, when I had to leave. That was the last time I saw her or heard her voice. Her last words were, “we will share our love of nature under the arbor again one day.” I miss her wisdom.

Starting yesterday, and continuing throughout the night and into today, St. Louis, MO is experiencing severe storms. The thunder rages like the sounds millions of buffalo stomping over the plains in the days that were. Lightning, the arrows of Father Sky, piercing the darkness,   illuminating their way while torrents of rain assail their path. These were the visions my grandmother gave to me. She made me understand that nature is not science, nature is alive.

When I would ask her why storms came, she would tell me about how she had to do the spring cleaning of her house and that Mother Nature was no different.

“Mother Nature’s house is much bigger than ours.”, she would say. “She has more work to do, so she tells Father Sky he has to help her.”

“Make the Sky Buffalo run over the cloud prairies to warn all the creatures that we are going to clean. Wake them with the light of your arrows that they may prepare and seek shelter.”

But Nana, the wind blows so hard it shakes my brain to pieces!

“Child, pay attention, it is rare that the wind begins by blowing that hard but if it should then you best hide down in the root cellar cause a tornado may be coming. You don’t recall cause you were only two, but a big twister came through the town in 1946  killing eleven people and injuring a hundred or so more. They are very dangerous.”

Does Father Sky send tornadoes to hurt people?

“I don’t think so. I’m not sure what causes twisters but, like everything else in nature, they serve a purpose. Perhaps it’s a way for nature to make sure humans know who is really in charge. An old Lakota lady once told me that twisters were nature’s way of cleaning out the weak and cutting new paths for the strong. Heard tell on the radio that cold and warm air crashing together cause them. I just do not know.”

What happens to the animals when a tornado comes?

“Sadly, many animals are killed by twisters because they have nowhere to hide from them. Humans, at least the smart ones know enough to find shelter when they can.”

Nana, does the Sky Father always send twisters when he sends the winds?

“No darling, sometimes he just sends the big winds to clean out the old nests and dead branches from trees so there can be new ones.”

But Nana, if he does that, he might hit me on the head with a big branch or nest!

“That is possible, yes but most of the time the Sky Father will send warnings such as gusts of wind, thunder and many times the temperature will suddenly drop just before the storm to warn us. Course, nowadays, we have the weather guessers who might be able to predict a coming storm.”

So the Sky Father makes the wind blow and the rain fall to help the Earth Mother clean her trees and stuff?

“That’s right hon, he washes out old branches, nests, leaves and even dead animals then rinses the trees to wash away the dust.”

And the Earth Mother likes for him to do this?

“I believe she does for aren’t we all a part of her? Don’t the minerals contained in decaying branches, leaves, and animals return to the soil to help fertilize it?

But Nana, if it rains really, really, really hard all that water will fill up the creeks and rivers to flood stuff!

“Yes, that is true but what happens when there is flooding?”

I dunno know.

“Just like the trees, when Father Sky sends his rain down upon Mother Earth, the water washes away natural debris and vegetations into our streams and rivers. There, the debris-filled water will carry its burden to larger rivers such as the Mankato River which in turn, flows into the Mississippi River. As the rivers fill with water and debris, they will overflow their banks and fill the land. When the water recedes, it leaves the sediment which is a natural fertilizer. I heard that this happens every year in the Nile river in Egypt and it may happen in your lifetime. “ (Nana, if you’re listening, it occurred in 1993 – worst flood in history.)

Nana, does the Earth Mother have a big dumpster or trash can to put stuff in?

“She certainly does, she has seven of them – the Seven Seas.”

But Nana, what happens to all that sediment stuff that goes into the seas?

“That which can be recycled by Mother Nature will be. That which cannot becomes deltas such as we saw down in New Orleans.”

I remember, but we saw stuff like soda bottles, and glass and stuff down in the delta place.

“Sadly, you are right. There are things that even Mother Nature cannot rapidly fix. It is a tragic mistake of human greed and indifference that produces the filth and poisons we see on our Mother Earth every day. Perhaps one day people will wake up before it’s too late and realize what they have done.”

Nana, I miss you and love you more now than ever before.