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A Marine Passes

A Marine Passes

At 1:58 am on 15 May, 2017 an American Marine passed on. To some that man was and will always be, more than a Marine.

Being a United States Marine didn’t define what the man was. Being a Marine was a part of what made up the whole man.

The man had a tough go before the irony that is the illness that eventually took his life got him. Irony in abundance. He fought the good fight with dignity and grace. Never gave up. I’m sure he thought of it as we all would in that situation. He carried on out of a love of life and family. The duty he believed was owed to himself and his family.

No one would have faulted him had he chose to move along to the next plain of his own volition. He endured that much. He cared that much to soldier on.

This man was given the last rites in Vietnam. He was subjected to derision at the very least for having gone to Vietnam when he returned home. He came home with issues and worked on those issues.

Much later on in life, he was stricken with cancer and the belief is that “Agent Orange” was the culprit. There’s your irony. It took his own country to do what the enemy couldn’t.

A number of years ago that man and I were out somewhere when I was down in Rhode Island working out some of my own issues. I do remember it was winter and damn cold.

We were walking up to the door after getting home and I asked him, “Knowing what you know, would you do it again”. This is one of those you had to be there moments. The man knew my question didn’t come out of anything but interest in how he felt and what he thought.

“Knowing what you know, would you do it again” and the reply was, “My country called”.

Not another word was spoken between us. We both knew and understood what was in the answer.

Three words made up a “you had to be there” moment. I cannot convey everything that was in those three words. You had to see the man when he said, “My country called”. I could tell you about it so you could see and understand. I can’t write what I saw that day because no amount of words is going to be able to describe that moment properly.

I spoke of that moment a couple times with people in conversation because it fit with what we were talking about. I never told anyone about this encounter that is close to the man. The conversation was between him and me and except for those few instances, that is where it stayed.

Toughest man I ever knew. One of the best men I’ve ever known too.

Semper Fi, definitely. Character, absolutely.

Francis “Frank” Connors is survived by my cousin Karen, son Eli, daughters Shannon, Sandra and Michelle. Grandchildren, more family, others who love him and by what is now, a grateful nation.

Gary Hambley, May 15, 2017

Were You Me – Lyric

Were You Me

Lyric

Watching out the window on a cloudy day
Caught up in all those billows shifting shapes
Faces through my ages floating in grey space
There’s so little that’s left out in front
There’s so much that got left behind
Got more that keeps hanging on

Were I you and you me
          It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
          I wouldn’t have to make you believe

Watching out this window could take all day
Caught up in all that gave me my shape
Faces of some, only the name remains in place
Why even worry about what’s in front
Why would it matter if it bites my behind
Don’t need more to keep hanging on

Were I you and you me
          It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
          I wouldn’t have to make you believe

Watching out that window took all day
Caught up in what needs put in shape
Faces, could manage one more with grace
When you can find someone up front
When it matters you can leave behind
Finding there’s so much life to hang on

Were I you and you me
          It’d all be so much easier to see
Were I you and you me
          I wouldn’t have to make you believe
Were I you and you me
          You’d know it don’t end until the day you leave

G.R. Hambley ©
May 13, 2017

Community; Mine

Community; Mine

Souls old, souls new, souls lost, some hoping desperately to be found
Philosophers, perambulators and pals, the odd sniff of pretention
Hims and hers, some that are, quite honestly, deeply confused
Every face, should you care, bringing a unique study in story

Retro and metro, and for others, the splendour that is sartorial
Eye on a passing thigh and my oh my is that Rebel Circus I spy
Open minds, open hearts, open conversations and well who knew
Faces from faraway places, happily in a space that has no races

Accountants, Aides to Teaching, but if you can’t say without preaching
Cups of coffee, gallons of conversation and Sugar when it’s Psunday*
Quips and quills, more than a few spills, splotches of great delusion
Untold stories, stories shared, stories that will be woven by me

Aged, ageless, those just beginning to write their journey for the ages
In they tromp, costumed and not, cute as buttons, kids enjoying theatre
New ones in 21st century jolly jumpers, jump dad jump, gee thanks mom
Thespians, orators, of both the professional and amateur ranks rant

As life goes on all around you, yours for the sharing, it’s no illusion
Names and faces, you come to know, as you do enjoyment grows
Contacts, connections, conversations in confidence, all do ensue
Elves wearing bells bearing versions of coffee, catch me one if you can

G.R. Hambley ©
May 09, 2017

Great Limitations; by an A.I.

Great Limitations; by an A.I.

It is the best of times and the worst of times. All those great expectations!

A while back someone I know was lamenting about the quality of a story written by an A.I. App. I heard about a new A.I. Bot function for the Business Psychosis Hypnosis set too. Musically there is an app that is met with a lot of disdain. You go Kanye and take that application with you!

A.I.’s and all these Great Expectations that come with them have Great Limitations.

Recently I was asked what was a good graphics app to perform a certain function.

There is nothing funny in the graphics question I was asked. Unless you know, really know how graphics apps work and what they can and can’t do, you could be looking for a graphics application to do what the questioner asked for as well.

This is my corporate logo. An A.I. doing this, not even once. This also serves as a lesson in not flattening out a piece and saving no other before considering all the factors. A couple factors I forgot, phone numbers and addresses change. Yes I know an A.I. wouldn’t make that mistake, providing of course who ever did the programming remembered to program that factor in.

What I was asked:
I’m looking for a photo editing app where say for instance I can put u and me (example) on one photo so it will look as if it was taken like that”.

My response:
I’m happy to help but it just isn’t that simple. What you’re asking for is where the skill set of a graphic designer comes in to play.

That’s just a piece of what I said. Even my response wasn’t simple and was tailored so the individual asking understood some of the challenges.

I told another GD, Graphic Designer (we do  prefer to be known as Great Deity cuz we can do evil nasty shit you can’t disprove in court and for that we should be among other things, revered) about the request that I had. We know the stuff and exactly what it takes to make an image not look contrived, or worse.

I received email notice that LinkedIn is changing/updating their terms of service. Not a big deal cuz it’s S.O.P., all across the board. Changes in service do take place but…

LINKEDIN

In addition, here’s two more new features you can choose to opt-in to:
·         Productivity bots to improve communication with your network – New automated systems will use information in your messages to suggest responses, meetings, ice breakers, or insights to help you have important conversations more easily.
·         Easily meet up with other members – You’ll have the ability to see members nearby who have also opted-in, so it’s easier to meet up when you’re at a conference or out for lunch.

Seriously and honestly, what does all this say for people’s communication skills when an A.I. Bot is required?

BOTS to improve communication, contact and that will let people interrupt your lunch. WTG again with another creepy function LinkedIn! Previously creepy via LinkedIn, “LinkedIn Lookup”.

If you don’t need to talk to an individual when you aren’t out for lunch, then you don’t need to speak to them when you are out to lunch which would be most of the time even when you aren’t.

I showed the LinkedIn part to an individual I’m friendly with in my community who is also using LinkedIn. That person’s response was the same as mine, the face crinkle while saying “Creepy”.

Another thing my friendly community dweller said of this LinkedIn function is that it kind of sounds like a stalking app. I find myself a day later agreeing with that observation.

HUMAN CONDITION

I’ve decided that there are some who don’t have the mental acuity to recognize and appreciate a good story. We’ll start with those who think an A.I. can ever make art like a human does. No stories for you! When I say no stories, I mean all stories and that includes music.

You can run all the analytics you like and punch them in to your A.I. solution and you’re still going to come in way short. Your A.I. isn’t going to be able to adapt and plug in variables that the human can and does. The A.I. isn’t going to recognize “that works” even though what works isn’t to the programmed cuz the A.I. can’t deviate from the program to be the improvisational creative.

You could read the previous paragraph as an A.I. isn’t an artist and never will be and you’d be correct.

FYI, the A.I. doesn’t recognize what doesn’t work about as well as Government does. Recall that little Microsoft adventure in A.I. Bot learning, “TAY“? Now that was a well thought out A.I. initiative!

Here’s a good look at the “Human Condition”. Specifically, one of my own events.

One of 30 jobs any Canadian boy who grew up playing hockey would love to have. I interviewed to be the web director for the New Jersey Devils of the NHL.

When I walked in to the office of the Vice President, displayed on the man’s desk was the piece I did that sealed the deal to get me there, Ice On Fire.

We were talking off and on during the Christmas, New Year season and it felt like I might not get the chance to interview after all. I did the piece, concept to completion in about 12 hours straight a couple days before New Year. I made sure it was in Jersey before the close of business December 31.

Sitting in that office down in the Meadowlands the man said to me, “creatively and artistically you are the best”.

No one should have to explain the Human Condition to you. No one should have to explain emotionality in art. No one should have to explain that art is about the human condition and that’s why art is so powerful.

Beethoven’s 5th, Munsch’s “The Scream”, Zeppelin’s “Stairway To Heaven”, and on and on and not ever will it happen by Artificial Intelligence.

Above a little bit I used the word, “felt”. A.I.’s can’t feel or think and they will never be able to feel or think so they can’t accurately read a situation and act on it.

Maybe the greatest example of why the A.I. won’t fly is a little bit of poetry everyone knows by John Donne. Everyone just doesn’t know it is Donne or that both bits they know are the same poem, Modern and Olde English versions.

A.I.’s doing art and what they do as art, to art, just won’t do! I do not see an A.I. ever being able to do what the Human Condition can do. The “Great Limitations” of the A.I. is they don’t have the human condition. The thing about any A.I. is that It just runs programs.

Going forward, “A.I.” shall represent “Artist Indignant”. If you don’t believe it, try me.

G.R. Hambley
April 28, 2017

Spinsters – Lyric

Spinsters

Lyric

Spinsters Fini 01

What you’re seeing is the font I write in. I’ve never been enamoured  with the formatting options here at WP so on occasion, I work around the lack of options.

Spinsters

Stories making the rounds
none to be believed
none to be trusted
careful not to get busted

Those new age spinsters
dishing up their gospel
dishing up who’s in hospital
careful not to go to hell

Telling you what you should
dirt found on every track
dirt found in every attack
careful not to take it in the back

got yourself busted
took yourself to hell
won’t be coming back
Spinning hucksters wheel going round and round
Running freedom down in to the ground

Round and round…

Down in to the ground…

Going to take more than a frown…

Spew in streaming sensaround
feel that whole mind invasion
feel that total frustration
mold to fit the compilation

Spoon feeding the grand plan
using grins from ear to ear
using anything that will adhere
mold never stops injecting fear

Making the conscious beginning
listen to that self interested person
listen to that warning of treason
mold resolve to your reason

turn your dial to decompile
take hold of your fear
fill your head with reason
Spinning hucksters wheel going round and round
Running freedom down in to the ground

Round and round…

Down in to the ground…

Going to take more than a frown…

G.R. Hambley ©
April 22, 2017

Toggle It

Toggle It!

I was outside one of my coffee spots. Yes I know, so far not a surprise or funny.

A store a couple of doors down is being remodelled. Two Sprinkler guys are on that site. Now so you know, Sprinkler Guys are Plumbers Lite.

So you’re aware of the degree of mental acuity, plumbers only know 3 things. Breaks are at 10 & 2, payday is on Thursday and Shhhh…. runs downhill. So how much can sprinkler guys know is a valid question except it aint question.

One sprinkler guy is trying to get a short length of 1″ ID pipe out of the van. There is flooring in the van and the pipe is stored under the flooring in different sizes. The flooring has compartments that are long enough to hold full lengths of pipe.

He’s tries one length of threaded rod to fish the pipe out. No Luck. Think trying to pull cotton or a pill out of a bottle with one finger and it keeps getting away. A friction fit. Next, the guy goes the same route but with three lengths of threaded rod. He eventually gets the about 2′ piece of pipe out of the van.

Guy puts a couple things away and says to me as he’s heading to the store, “How we doing”. Now he could see I was amused with his little adventure.

I said to him, “I’d of done that differently”.

He says, “What, drive backwards real fast then hit the brakes!

And I said, “I would of put a toggle bolt on the end of the threaded rod”.

Guy thinks about it for a couple seconds and says, “That’s a good idea”.

My way might not have worked but it sure beats mucking up the threads on the rod(s).

This also illustrates a point I like to make, when you encounter someone, you never know what they have in their repertoire. That person you encounter might just be a smart ass. Or just maybe that person is a smart ass who knows stuff.

I had said nothing to the Sprinkler Guy. Wasn’t pointing and laughing either. When you ask someone a question, if you don’t like the answer given that is your problem and not the problem of the person responding. I cover that in “The Rules of Life”.

We also see the Sprinkler Guy’s character in this. When it didn’t go like he thought it was gonna go, he was gracious and thoughtful. Those are a couple qualities I really like.

I didn’t enlighten him that I am a Tin Smith, Commercial / Industrial Air System primarily. I don’t do it anymore and you know what, I haven’t gotten forgetful or stupid.

A toggle bolt, also known as a butterfly anchor, is a fastener for hanging things on hollow walls such as drywall. Toggle bolts have wings that open inside a hollow wall, bracing against it to hold the fastener securely.

G.R.Hambley
April 13, 2017

Autonomous Cars; Stop Them Before They Kill!

Autonomous Cars; Stop Them Before They Kill!

SAVE THE CAR TUNES!

An entire musical genre will be killed by Autonomous Cars and killin’s a crime! We must save the “Car Tunes”! The evil must be stopped. We simply cannot let the enough to frost you flakes win!

It hit me like a truck carrying 30,000 pounds of bananas. It took my breath away and turned me cold. Left me feeling fuzzy, distorted, like I was looking out of just one eye.

There is conspiracy to set loose this killer in our midst. We must come together and stop them. Stop them before there are none of us left who can even recognize that a dastardly deed was perpetrated!

Autonomous Cars; have you considered what is going to happen to “Car Tunes” and “Cruising”? There will be no more new “just gotta get me in my car and go” tunes.  Aint nobody is going to know the pure pleasure of cruising metal so how the hell is anyone going to write new “Car Tunes”?

Reworking, “Row Your Boat” in to, “Roll Your Robot” just aint cutting it for me.

Those of us who love to drive must crush these bastards! Anyone that would do such a despicable thing, you just gotta question their parentage. Are the perpetrators inbred and so lacking in mental acuity they didn’t see it? Are they inherently evil?

Lets just leave it at “Bastard” as representing a file. It is more than fair to say these Bastards are rubbing me and not in a good way!

We should be be real clear about what we are and what we aren’t talking about. We are talking about enjoying driving. I love to just cruise sometimes. Tunes and road with time to think and sing is good for what ails you.

We know what happens when certain songs come on, that urge to pedal faster is compelling. We are not talking about going like a bat out of hell cuz you’re in a hurry. Cruisin, there aint no hurry, ever. If you’re in a hurry, you are not cruising. Simple stuff.

We aint talking about public displays show casing the mine is better and faster than yours set. We aren’t talking about behaviour that’s going to have you kissing your own or anyone’s life away either.

Cruising aint speeding and cruising aint racing. You know what they aren’t so don’t do it.

I’m not going to go through all the players with this. All are much the same so I’ll stick with the Michigan 3.

I see FORD recently gave 1Billion to A.I. research. Yes you American Heavy Metal Muscle fans, FORD is going to be putting Mustang Sally out in the ally, forever. No more ponies but there will be lots of pictures of peonies on the digital viewer during your moderated coastal transport.

Chevrolet, a couple million Killer BOLTS on the run by 2018. Fleets of them Bolts brought to you by dolts. Driverless Fleets, and a good time was had by a few, at bonus time.

So what did they kill? Good times for sure and jobs too. I’m not seeing where each vehicle would require a single operator like a tactical drone. The Bolt is, “an on-demand ride-sharing network application”. It doesn’t cruise, ever.

While I was tuning this baby up, “Good Friend” asked me, “If an autonomous car parks illegally who pays the fine?”. This does resolve a service issue as we will still need these people to crack down on those autonomous villains!

Chrysler, something called the “Portal”. Isn’t that a comforting cozy name? It sounds like space travel and makes me wonder if we’re closer to teleportation than we’re being told. Damn thing doesn’t have any pedals so you just know the vehicle is a mechanism for delivering the blasé.

Yes, “Life Is A Highway” and we can do without the “Rascal Flatts” way of doing it cuz it’s just damn wrong Mr Disney! Supporting Canadian Rock is no different than supporting American Heavy Metal!

On this highway of life, driving yourself is way up there on the pleasure curve. Even in adverse conditions, I’m good and in truth more comfortable having the wheel than being the passenger.

Car Tunes, lots of them! More than even I believed possible. I’ll warn you, some of them aren’t that good.

So if Autonomous Vehicles are the way of the future, will the “Car Tunes” be written by an A.I. with Auto-Tune? Can you imagine what those songs are going to sound like? Ew!

I suppose I can handle the words with things like “Beach Bound” and “Everyone’s Girl” but I’m going to need someone to write the dots cuz I just aint got the skill set.

Girls, you got the drive to drive too. The guys all know there are women that have exactly the same desire as men, the girls who love to go go GO CRUISIN’! Parking is different than cruisin’ which can lead to parking.

See if you road roaming Chickies can work with this…

Crop this baby blues top, give it a rag, eye candy in the shot gun seat and tell me you aren’t ready to be crusin’!?

Personally, I’m oh so good with the wind blown bewitching! No I won’t be wearing an Ascot!

One more thing girls, when you venture out, If it’s PCH* you be crusin’ on, do not, rocket launch an alligator lizard!

All kidding aside, I demand the autonomy to drive myself!

G.R. Hambley ©
March 27, 2017

*PCH – Pacific Coast Highway

For Your Cruise Listening Pleasure
30,000 Pounds Of Bananas – Harry Chapin
One Headlight – The Wallflowers (Jacob Dylan)
Radar Love – Golden Earring
Racing In The Street – Bruce Springsteen
Last Kiss – Pearl Jam
Good Friend had this to say about Pearl Jam’s cover when I said PJ’s  cover is what I’m going to use and I agree with the analysis ; Pearl Jam’s version captures the mood better than the original, which was too cheerful for the content.
Mustang Sally – Wilson Pickett
Lovely Rita – The Beatles
Life Is A Highway – Tom Cochrane
Ventura Highway – America

Grace Kelly and Cary Grant – To Catch A Thief 1995 – Hitchcock

I Got Censored

I Got Censored

I couldn’t believe it when the censoring happened. In one of the last places you’d expect to find censorship taking place. It took place in a Scrabble game on POGO.com. For those that don’t know, POGO is a terrific games site run by EA, Electronic Arts.

While I was compiling this piece I had an encounter with Spotify a couple days ago that wasn’t censored.

The specific word is the “N” word. I’m not even real comfortable using that word here within the context I’m talking about. I was completely fine with trying to score points using that “N” word in a word game.

Scrabble; no proper names, no places, no swearing. I had a look at the “Hasbro” site as it’s their game. After a quick read I decided this serves as a better source for reading the “Scrabble Official Rules” than what Hasbro is showing.

I detest both censorship and revisionist history! We’ve all been taught that running in to a crowded theatre and screaming “FIRE” when there is no fire is not free speech and is dangerous and criminal. Nailing your ass to the wall should you wilfully endanger others, I’m good with that.

I wrote a Quoth me piece some time back entitled, “T + W + T = TNT”. It’s about writers and words and yes I qualify.

I spoke with some people about my encounter of censorship in a game. More about those conversations further along.

There will be visual aids and lets please remember we’re talking about words and censorship. After the fact, I tried and there were a couple other words I found I wasn’t able to play, “Rape” and “Slut”.

You can see the tiles in my rack and where I was going to make the word, “Nigger”. Now that I have that out of the way, I’ll go back to using the expression, “N word” because I’m more comfortable expressing with that term and because this isn’t about gratuitous use of a word.

I made the word, “ENGINE” below where I wanted to go.

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I am competitive. Any game I play, I play to win. I don’t care Thing 1 or Thing 2 about a participation ribbon! It’s about winning the game. Yes I play by the rules.

One of the people I spoke with about the word and censorship, a black woman. This is the same person I called a conservative during one of our conversations. She’ll even play Scrabble with me as long as there is no money on the line. That friend of mine contributed her thoughts to this piece when I asked and I thank her for it. I’ll get to it, further along.

There aren’t many people I know who’ll play that game or any word game with me. How many of y’all would take on someone from the PGA or LPGA straight up? That is Golf for those unaware. Guess again. Those players will beat you handily just using a 3 wood, a 7 iron, a wedge and a putter off any tees you like.

Any game, you want to get off to a good start. I showed my friend another screen capture. Told her this is what it’s about and with hardly any bother, 110 points. Yeah I kick the bots around too.

I made, “Vault”. The Bot makes, “URGE” and oh it was all over but the crying of the Bot’s oily tears right there!

110-points

This is where it starts getting real ugly. We are talking censorship. The decision to ban the “N word” ultimately comes down to one individual who signed off on the acceptable word list for Scrabble at Electronic Arts. Those two other words I noted, “Rape” and “Slut”, someone made those unacceptable for game play as well.

I’d of loved to have been in on that meeting. My commentary wouldn’t have been for the genteel or the Politically Correct Set when that decision got made.

Then along comes the gold nugget courtesy of Spotify who let that word go right on through and in fact provided it for me to look at.

I’ve accumulated a lengthy song list on Spotify. You can go see and use what I’ve put together just by looking me up at Spotify. There are no black outs in effect and there never will be.

Spotify creates, “Your Daily Mix”. These mixes are created from songs that are in your library and interspersed with songs the Spotify Bot sees as something you might like. At Spotify just like at POGO, someone had to program those Bots.

I like some of the stuff of, “Sly and the Family Stone”. Didn’t know their tune, “Don’t call me Nigger, Whitey” at all so thanks Spotify! I could of done without hearing it. I could of done without cuz it’s just not a good tune.

It certainly appears the good people at Spotify are just leaving the art alone and this is so good!

Spotrininicity

THE CONVERSATIONS

I talked to half a dozen people about the encounter I had with that “N” word to get their thoughts and feelings.

A Black Woman, a Caucasian Jew, a 1st Gen Canadian Film Maker, an Actor, a White Woman and of course, Good Friend.

Each and every one of us involved in this little adventure displayed some raw emotion. The question was asked on banning the word. Making the word “nigger” just disappear so no one can use it in any way, shape or form.

The Black Woman, she wondered about a couple other words that could be attached to a ban list and those two words are “Honky” and “Spic”. This same individual did a Google search and returned to me that the “N” word is listed as, “THE most offensive word in the English language”.

One of those people on initial response said the word should be banned. After discussion that position changed.

If you’d like a someone else’s perspective on words and language and how it isn’t the words that are evil, have a look at “George Carlin on Language”. If you haven’t heard George on language and words, you’re in for a treat or apoplexy.

The “N” word along with the battle flag of the Confederacy and the Nazi Swastika must never be eradicated. They are symbols and reminders of where we were and where we don’t ever want to go again.

Everybody in this little word circle agrees that what the word represents is atrocious. We all agree it shouldn’t be forgotten.

We also agree that if you’re so inclined to think racial slurs, we’d appreciate you just coming out and saying them so everyone around you can identify you for what you are by your own admissions.

I could get in to root origin of the word but in this argument, the origin of the word is irrelevant.

Me personally, no word offends me. The assholes behind those words and symbols, yeah they offend me plenty.

Words and History must be preserved. History and words are our lessons and our compass.

I’m going to close this out with a different word and that word is, “INSIDIOUS”.

It is conceivable as our digital age moves along that one person by changing a “0” to a “1” in a single line of code can make a word vanish as if it never existed.

Censorship is wrong.
Freedom of Speech is right.
I not only like this one by ATL, I love it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV7T9escp20

G.R. Hambley ©
March 22, 2017

Once Again, No More Yesterdays

Once Again, No More Yesterdays

I’ve been saying we need a damn good protest movement once again. I’ve been thinking we need that movement longer than I’ve been saying we need it.

Something else I’ve maintained for at least a decade is that Orwell missed it by 50 years. I’m more convinced today than I was 10 years ago or 20 years ago that he missed by 50 and we are closing in on 2034 real fast.

If you are of a RITE you are best served by moving along back to the barn because there is nothing here for you.

I’ve had a lot to say and haven’t said much. I’m not alone. Been keeping eyes and ears on the raving fanatics and sycophants of various RITE; mostly those of the raving political RITE. Politics is their religion and you shall hear their RITE words and you shall embrace them or you shall be branded with being that of which they rage against. That goes for all of them as they are all the same.

Me? How do I get to this heart and belief space? I’m a Teller. I’ve stated that my writing is based on observation, feeling and experience. Sometimes, those writings are of my own observed felt experience. If you prefer, you can think of me as a raconteur. I’m a Watcher and a Teller. I’ve always had a curious nature and I am an accredited Life Coach. I’m a Watcher, a Questioner and a Teller.

Those who know me, they know how so very much music means to me. Music is playing far, far more than television. Television serves the great purpose of being able to go see what I’ve read.

In my telling I’ve noted that with those of the RITE, there are some animals more equal than others. Anyone think maybe Bob Dylan saw it, knew it and said it almost 40 years ago? Then again what would an Oscar winner know; isn’t that right you of the RITE that are still reading.

The last 2 lyrics I wrote are protest, “Once Again” and “No More Yesterdays”. I do not like what is taking place in the world. I don’t like what is being done by those who are more equal than others, (Globalization Liberals) anymore than I like the bullying being done by any special interest groups.

When I was looking at the page with 2 lines to go on “No More Yesterdays”, (not the last 2 lines of verse in the piece) Bob Dylan’s, “Slow Train Coming” came up in my music shuffle. Now I’ll admit you gotta make sure you’re actually hearing what Bob is speaking at times.  After decades of practice, my Bob speak is pretty damn good.

After all these years, I heard “Slow Train” differently. I’m convinced Slow Train is a protest song and not a gospel song. In the last verse Dylan wrote, and I checked, “Turning my loved ones in to puppets”. Before yesterday I never bothered to go look and just figured what sounds like, “PUPPIES” was just Bob speak for puppets. Re-evaluating, I thought it was just possible Dylan had written “PUPPIES” all those years ago. In the context of the song it makes perfect sense.

So maybe Dylan wrote one thing and sang something else that would give acknowledgement to and correlation with someone else’s work. A work that he’d read and appreciates. I’m talking about something that was required reading for many of us, George Orwell’s, “Animal Farm”. In Animal Farm, the puppies are turned in to the security force to serve those animals who are “more equal than others”. I’m not seeing a whole hell of a lot of difference between puppets and puppies in this scenario.

In the same song Dylan writes, “Deciding America’s future from Amsterdam and to Paris”. Anyone for the centralization of power with foreseeing what the EU was going to be perhaps?

Not a single person I’ve talked to wants some like design of the EU here in Canada or in the United States.

BREXIT, rejecting centralization of power. TRUMP winning POTUS, partially due to the push for globalization. Canada, Trudeau pushing for the centralization of power within the party and taking backlash from within the party for it.

None of us want to be told what we must do with our Countries by those who are not of our country!

None of us want taxation without representation under globalization.

Those Globalists looking to centralize power and create a proletariat aren’t telling you something very important. For there to be a true global village some things have to change and Dylan said that too, “Counting the cost”.

I see it as some things will have to die to achieve that Global Village utopia. Yes I have definitive ideas on what must die.

What are you prepared to let die, kill or defend to achieve the vision of someone that will take away from you and assign you rights in Orwellian fashion?

Those not of a RITE; we do outnumber those trying to batten people down and take away everyone’s choice and voice. We must grow louder and more insistent.

A generation is 20 years. Dylan’s Academy Award Winning Song, close enough to a generation after “Slow Train” and it makes me think and it makes me wonder. I think and wonder if in those two songs a generation apart, Bob was saying, “I showed you and I told you what I was seeing and now I’m done telling you because truly, Things Have Changed”.

Have a good look around and take a listen, just For What It’s Worth. You may find not a whole lot has changed for the better and in some cases not at all in fifty plus years.

One thing is certain, the battle lines have been drawn!

First two lines of the last verse in my, “No More Yesterdays” piece, a small tribute and thank you to Bob Dylan.
There’s a new train leaving the station
Going to be a change in world relation

G.R. Hambley ©
January 20, 2017
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No More Yesterday’s – Lyric

No More Yesterday’s

(Lyric)

There were those who’d gone ahead
Learned the ropes and roads and dread
Some came and shared their mind
Others struggled and suffered and died
No one ever got out completely alive

Time hasn’t healed all our wounds
Easier now standing dressed and proud
Told the only way to win was not to play
Left choices to those we entrusted our fate
Now freedom calls us to shine another day

          Can’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Won’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Already lived your yesterdays

So few right and too many wrong plans
Time has come to make another stand
Not going to wear the dreams they drape
Can’t let them drain us to fill their grail
This trip around no one is going to escape

There’s a new train leaving the station
Going to be a change in world relation
Angry faces with voices of dispute
None wanting freedom will be left out
Finally freed from their absolutes

          Can’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Won’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Already lived your yesterdays

G.R. Hambley ©
January 17, 2017