In Other Words — Wishes of Hope


My wishes are hopeful and crystal clear

There is no mystery to what I want for this year

I want someone or something to assuage my fear

To deliver us form this firestorm before we all disappear

And that a return our world’s natural order is near

This post was written for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the word “wishes.”

Also written for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (hopeful), Daily Addictions (clear), Ragtag Daily Prompt (mystery), Fandago’s One-Word Challenge (deliver), Michael’s Writing Prompts (firestorm), and Your Daily Word Prompt (natural).

In Other Words — Finally

3375DAED-9C7E-4BB4-B28A-91B23B8F5357It was not a very good year.

A long and chaotic one, I fear.

Very little about which to cheer.

No it wasn’t very much fun.

But it’s finally almost done.

This post was written for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the word “done.”

Gods and Ghosts and Angels and Aliens

5AB8C8F1-E5E9-4DB7-8CFF-2CF30E83D251A blogger who I follow, like, and respect, Paula Light, over Light Motifs II, responded to this question yesterday in her Share Your World post: “What, in your opinion, makes people believe absurd conspiracy theories?”

Paula answered that it’s fear that makes people believe in conspiracy theories. She said, “People are scared of the unknown, of things they can’t control ~ natural disasters, crime, death, etc. ~ so they latch onto comforting explanations. Without this comfort, many people would not be able to function because life is fucking terrifying.”

Okay, I can understand latching on to “comforting explanations” and how a belief in God and in those comforting explanations that various religions offer can help people cope. I’m not sure I get the link between comforting explanations and absurd conspiracy theories, but that’s okay.

But it was what Paula wrote next that got my attention. She wrote:

“And for the atheists who like to mock those who believe in the supernatural, I have news for you: you also believe in bullshit, just different bullshit. Consider this. At any moment, you could die and die horribly, but you don’t think about that because you wouldn’t be able to get through the day. And what’s more, every time you leave the house, you trust that crazy medicated (or unmedicated!) other humans in their monster vehicles are going to obey the traffic laws. These are the same people who believe in gods and ghosts and angels and aliens. But you believe they’ll stop at the red lights. That’s nuts! But you believe it or you couldn’t leave the house.”

I’m sorry, Paula, but I have no idea what point you were trying to make with your tales about dying horribly or getting killed by a crazy, medicated or unmedicated driver who runs a red light. What does any of that have to do with absurd conspiracy theories or being an atheist?

I am an atheist, so let me explain something to those who don’t really know what an atheist is. Atheists don’t hate God or hate people who choose to believe in God. Also, being an atheist does not mean that we don’t believe in anything. We believe in a lot of things and a lot of different things.

Please understand that there is no “good book” that atheists embrace, no common mythology that atheists accept, no specific dogma to which atheists adhere. There is but one thing that all atheists have in common, and that is that we don’t believe that God exists. We believe that God is a human construct, and serves as that “comfortable explanation” that a lot of people use to help get them through their lives.

And personally speaking, I bear no ill will toward those who choose to believe in God. Well, except for those “believers” who tell me that I can’t be a moral person if I don’t believe in God, that I can’t distinguish between good and evil or right and wrong, and that I’m condemned to eternal damnation in hell — which I also don’t believe exists — if I don’t accept Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior.

I bear a lot of ill will toward those who tell me such things.

Detached From Reality

9C6490E9-170B-4B6B-AF74-377357CA872APulitzer Prize winning author Bob Woodward, the author of the book Fear — Trump in the White House, said today, “I’ve never seen an instance when the president is so detached from the reality of what’s going on.”

Along with Carl Bernstein, Woodward wrote a series of stories for The Washington Post detailing corruption at the highest level of the Nixon government. Woodward has spent the last four decades reporting and chronicling how each successive president since Nixon has dealt with the immense challenges of the office. He’s now suggesting that what he has witnessed in the Trump White House is unlike anything he’s seen before.

“This has not been treated seriously enough,” Woodward said. “Some of the things Trump did and does jeopardize the real national security.”

So what does our Dear Leader have to say tweet? “The Woodward book is a Joke — just another assault against me, in a barrage of assaults, using now disproven unnamed and anonymous sources. Many have already come forward to say the quotes by them, like the book, are fiction. Dems can’t stand losing. I’ll write the real book!”

#FOWC — Diversions and Distractions

If you happened to have read my two somewhat political rants from yesterday (here and here) you probably figured out that I have a serious need to be distracted from the news. So I decided this morning, as a diversion, to rearrange my sock drawer.

The drawer in which I kept my socks contained my black “dress” socks, which I haven’t worn since I retired two-and-half years ago, and my white athletic socks, which I wear all the time.

And my undershirt drawer contained both my white and colored undershirts. So I thought that, since I mostly wear white socks and white undershirts and never wear black socks and rarely wear colored undershirts, it made sense to separate the whites from the coloreds.

And so, for the sake of efficiency, I moved my white undershirts and white socks into one drawer and my black socks and colored undershirts into a different drawer.

img_1782img_1784But once I finished that task, I began to fear that Donald Trump’s racist views about whites, blacks, and browns was rubbing off on me.

Was my inexplicable need to separate my white socks and undershirts from the colored ones nothing more than a logical and efficient way to organize my drawers? A simple act of diversion on my part?

Or was it actually something much more sinister? Was it due to some sort of subliminal message from our racist, xenophobic president piecing into my subconsciousness?

Damn! Even my diversions and distractions aren’t getting the moron in the Oval Office and the havoc he and his cronies are doing to this country — and the world — off my mind.

I seriously need to stop reading and watching the news before I find myself no longer able to tolerate Mexican food.

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “fear.”