
This is the last part of this monstrous political potpourri, I promise. Because even a nattering nabob of liberal claptrap like me has to reach a conclusion sooner or later. If I don’t, then sooner or later Donald Trump is going to hear that I may have called him a Fascist, soon to be followed by a Twitter Tweet Storm from Hell.

But the only part of the continuum of political terminology I haven’t explained is the center of the horseshoe. Yes, I said “horseshoe” because it is not a straight line continuum. The two extreme ends, the crackpot communist end and the freaky fascist end both bend towards chaos and destruction. The safe part is in the middle. When you mount a horseshoe over the kitchen door for luck, the middle part goes at the bottom. This way the horseshoe holds the good luck in. If you tip it upside down, the good luck all drains out. And for my extremely conservative friends in both Iowa and Texas, that is a metaphor, when you use one thing to mean something else completely, or compare two unlike things to get at a deeper meaning. So please don’t break your brains trying to figure that one out. It is just more of what you call, “loony liberal stupidity”.

I have always thought of myself as a moderate, at least until recently. The right side of the equation has skewed the numbers so badly that moderates are now liberals by comparison. Republicans since Reagan have really turned Eisenhower into a liberal. What once was a moderate conservative Republican in the 1950’s would have to be considered a liberal Democrat today if he or she maintained their core values. I have the Bushies who are really proto-fascists peeking in at the right side of the moderate cartoon because they both started as moderates, and are really pretty much to blame for pushing moderates to the narrowing left as they ballooned the more evil aspects of the right.
In truth, the old Greek idea of “Moderation in all things”. also provably a Biblical idea, is really the best approach to politics. Liberals aim to change things for the better (which we desperately need them to do in the next four years) and conservatives aim to preserve everything that already exists that is good. We need both of those sides in a political debate. But good governing happens always in the middle. Remember, chaos happens at both the extreme ends.

Eisenhower is a good example of the kind of moderate I am exalting as the best political sort of thing. He was a moderate conservative Republican. But if you substituted Barack Obama’s picture and name on this quote, my conservative friends would start hooting and hollering about the communist Muslim president from Kenya. The idea itself is what they have been taught is communist liberal claptrap. I may have mentioned before that I see Eisenhower policies and politics as virtually a synonym for the policies and politics of Barack Obama. Obama is a moderate. As is Mitt Romney whose Republican healthcare plan as governor of Massachusetts Obama stole to turn into Obamacare. Jimmy Carter was a gentle Christian gentleman who was not only a moderate, but the first presidential candidate I was ever eligible to vote for. I could easily have lived with Bob Dole, the moderate Republican senator from Kansas as president. Moderates, in my estimation, are a very good thing for our country.

Harry Truman was also a moderate, though he was very much on the conservative end of the moderate bench. Still, what he said in this quote is really more true now than it was in his own time. I would rate Truman as more conservative than Eisenhower.
So there is my essay on politics in three complete parts. I have said my piece, and am now ready to be called a “stupid fear-mongering liberal”. Let the throwing of overripe tomatoes begin.

























Albinoni’s Adagio in G Minor
You should listen to the music. Not only is it beautiful, it is the perfect description of the now. Yes, I am a touch depressed, and the music is deep blue. But there are such strains of the bittersweet and angelic light, that Albinoni must be speaking directly from his heart into mine. This music paints my soul.
The sky reflects my mood with lurking dark blues and obscuring clouds incapable of completely taking away the sun. I finally had enough money to visit the doctor today. I had an infection in throat and sinus. I got medicine to heal the sores, and the medicine will prevent pneumonia, and probably saved my life.
My family was whole and together for the holidays, though three of us were sick for a good share of it and unable to spend the time together as we would’ve liked. Still, even though we had to take number one son to DFW Airport in the rain and send him back to Marine world, we got to see him and share good times with him, no matter how short. Deep blue with angelic violins of musical light. He made it back safely. I have more days and probably more months to live and write. And the music of existence continues to quietly play.
I continue to collect photos of new dawns. Here is December 27th.
It is possible that Tomaso Albinoni did not write the Adagio in G Minor. It is believed that it was cobbled together as a sort of hoax by his chief transcriber, Remo Giazotto. He apparently took old Dresden manuscripts and made this beautiful piece as a reflection of the work of Albinoni. Albinoni,a prolific composer of the 1700’s, beloved by Johan Sebastian Bach, wrote opera scores that never quite got published, and so,even though he is a composer of many musical works, most of them are lost to history. Yet, how can such a thing be considered a fake? The music touches my soul. From Albinoni’s soul, through Giazotto’s, to mine, and, hopefully, thence to yours. Listen to it. Really listen. You can’t help but understand what I mean. Even if you can’t stand classical music. Though, if you truly can’t stand classical music… I weep for thee.
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