To the pup’s ghost: Sic ‘em, boy! Oil on pizza box.
— If you ain’t white, we ain’t open. (Dixie whistle.)
“Voter fraud” is not about fraud. It is about who votes and how. It is about the breadth and scope of the political community… about who can call themselves Americans — entitled to govern as equals — and who are mere subjects. (Jamelle Bouie)
In times of tribal Jesus loves me, This the Bible tells me so. In this world in which we live in, Love is weak and strong is woe.
Yes, Jesus loves me? Yes, Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me? The Bible tells me so!
“New Republican Maps Split Up Black Voters in Three Southern States” (headline)
“Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times there are not forgotten, Look away, look away, look away…”
“Are you from Dixie? I said from Dixie! Where those fields of cotton beckon to me.”
“Swanee, how I love ya, how I love ya, My dear old Swanee!”
The tunes and lyrics, ingrained from toddlerhood by my mother’s sturdy alto, abide in my head like an unflagging hurdy gurdy. The Jesus one, abused by this bad boy, sends up a Sunday school staple. It has just occurred to me: Rather than post the Ten Commandments in Texas schools, as currently ordained, why not replace them with this forlorn and dated Sunday school ditty stranded also in my pysche:
“Jesus loves the little children, All the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white, They are precious in his sight, Jesus loves the little children of the world!”
I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
EthicalDative 
In Times of Tribal
To the pup’s ghost: Sic ‘em, boy! Oil on pizza box.
— If you ain’t white, we ain’t open.
(Dixie whistle.)
“Voter fraud” is not about fraud. It is about who votes and how. It is about the breadth and scope of the political community… about who can call themselves Americans — entitled to govern as equals — and who are mere subjects.
(Jamelle Bouie)
In times of tribal Jesus loves me,
This the Bible tells me so.
In this world in which we live in,
Love is weak and strong is woe.
Yes, Jesus loves me?
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me?
The Bible tells me so!
“New Republican Maps Split Up Black Voters in Three Southern States” (headline)
“Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away…”
“Are you from Dixie? I said from Dixie!
Where those fields of cotton beckon to me.”
“Swanee, how I love ya, how I love ya,
My dear old Swanee!”
The tunes and lyrics, ingrained from toddlerhood by my mother’s sturdy alto, abide in my head like an unflagging hurdy gurdy. The Jesus one, abused by this bad boy, sends up a Sunday school staple. It has just occurred to me: Rather than post the Ten Commandments in Texas schools, as currently ordained, why not replace them with this forlorn and dated Sunday school ditty stranded also in my pysche:
“Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
They are precious in his sight,
Jesus loves the little children of the world!”
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I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.