The Death of Gaddafi.

      History has shown us many times over that Dictators, Tyrants do not last nor so they survive when they go down.Now another one is gone, Gaddafi is now dead and gone. As the Libyan people celebrate  his capture and death we all need to remember Dictators and Tyrants liter history and all end up dead.

       Along these lines we have in history, Caesar, HItler, Mussolini, Husein and now Gaddafi, and history shows as always these individuals go too far and push too much against their people and the world instead of compromising and changing as the world does.

       Each case from one end of the world to the other, shows us all, that no matter what, their form of leadership, does not work. What will happen now in Libya and to that country is still beyond our knowledge or anyone else’s. Of course many of these countries will be moving in to  control Libya and it’s people or at least help them create a government of their own. Which way will they go as a country and people is still yet to be determined. America‘s influence has to be put in of course but the measure of it will be the question. While America tries to influence and help these countries to become free nations and yes we push democracy, it doesn’t mean they will accept it. It is a decision for the Libyan people to make.

     I just hope for the world’s sake and the sake of the Libyan people they make the right decisions and go in the right direction. Our influence, America, will be only applied or added if the Libyan people want it.

        Politics is still and will always be a ruling area in the world. But it has its limits and so do the Americans and our country as a whole. We can not pressure, push, Libya or it’s people into anything they must now choose what is best for them!. Step back world and let the Libyan people now decide and think through what they believe they need and want next.

Misty Night a Poem by William McCurrach.

Was a misty night in October,

The mist rolled across the open fields and hid the trees,

She came through the mist at me,

Her beauty almost drove me to my knees.

 

Her smile cut through the mist and fog,

Her beauty burned the mist around her,

Making it part,

And from that moment on she owned my heart.

 

I froze at the sight,

What a delight!

 

The mist surrounded us and held us tight,

Locked in a stare,

The passions showing in our eyes,

Oh what a misty, October night!.

 

The Moon was shadowed by her beauty,

The skies parted it seemed to let her through,

Did she know what she could do?

 

Gently we touched, hands touching hands,

Pulling each other close,

Passions building and hearts beating in time,

I could not believe this beauty was all mine.

 

For one night in October under the foggy skies,

Through the mist, we touched, we caressed, we kissed.

We let the passions loose, felt the wonder.

Was it a dream or a chance, or a blunder?.

 

I will never know what it was or how it happened,

But I will dream of that misty October night,

Forever and live in surpise and fright,

For it was indeed, one special October night,

Burned in my heart and mind,

Never disappearing from my minds sight!.

      After careful consideration and thought, I wonder if I want to continue to post a blog, with short stories and poems and rants and raves. The way it is recieved at times disappoints me, and at other times surprises me. I think to myself is it worth doing this or am I doing it for the hell of it. I sometimes wonder am I speaking to myself or is anyone listening, I guess I will never know really. Only time will tell me if i will be heard or ignored in the world.

       I am not a professional writer, a publisher or editor, nor a science geek or tech geek either. But I am a disabled american veteran with thoughts on what is right in the world and thoughts on whether we are fighting wars or battles we should be fighting. I have my beliefs and thoughts on the wars America is now involved in and i firmly believe we need to get the hell out of them all.

        Each war zone or policing action we are in is costing the American tax payer a fortune each day in costs. Man power, equipment, and more go into this, including transporting the troops where needed and bringing them home. Lets now concentrate on just the last part please, bring all out troops home.

       Iraq, Iran, Afganistan, they are quicksand pits for our military personel and our money. Not a one of these countries we are dabbling in and trying to help cares one bit about America or it’s people. They would rather see us eliminated and removed from the face of this planet. We need to wake up and stop playing the police force of the world and police our own country and straighten it all out here at home. The billions upon billions we pour out helping other countries, we can be using at home to solve our job problems, our homeless problems, our hungry problems. We are over extending beyond belief and killing ourselves to help others who will never help us back.

      The said and done, while we are at it lets handle the trade agreements and fix those now instead of later. Our trade agreements have been killing this countries economy slowly since the 1980s. We gave the other countries an advantage over us by giving them breaks on tariffs and taxes and in the end they used that break we gave them to their advantage and shoved it right up the American People’s Asses by undercutting our prices, stealing what we make best and doing as they please to us. Sadly our government is dumb enough to sit here and allow them to do it, it’s time the American people stand up and say no more to our own elected officials and make them fix it all.Will we fight back or will we allow countries that don’t give two shits about us to run us into the ground?

         Now onto the Occupy Movement across the United States and the world. While I believe firmly in peaceful protests and standing up and being heard like anyone else, there has to be a direction to it all. It is not Seattle, or New York or Florida or any specific city or town that needs Occupying. It is one town in one state, and one place of business that needs Occupying and changing, Ladies and Gentleman take it all to Washington, DC. Occupy the grounds of Congress and the Senate, protest the lack of effort by our politicians. Protest their inability to get anything done that will help the american economy. The hell with waiting until November 2012, when the new election cycle comes up. Americans need help now, they are losing homes, can’t find jobs, going hungry and starting to sleep in cardboard boxes on the streets. The street corners are filling up with Americans with signs, Will Work for Food, shouldn’t that tell our politicians something, like move now, get off your asses!?

       In closing this today as my blog, I have to go back to my point in the beginning of it. Is it worth my time and effort to write this each day and let it sit on the internet to be read. Will it make a difference? Or am I just another voice being blown through and by the wind that echos off of things but is never listened to? I guess only time shall tell on that point.

    

Tired of Political Bull!.

Tired of the political bullshit the candidates keep giving out, someone needs to break through to the truth I think. The Republicans want to blame Obama for the economy, the democrats and Obama want to place the blame on the other side. Sadly both are to blame, for the Obama Administration just added to the problem Bush made, by adding to the deficit.  The truth is these large bail-outs of banks and financial companies that took place did nothing more than add to all of this. When will we ever learn that spending money on top of bad money, just makes it all worst and all the money goes bad.

       The economy needs help, and companies need help to survive. They can’t create jobs unless they can survive. Change the trade agreements and make America Number One again. Taxes have to be raised on imports, and lowered on American exports. Countries like Korea, Japan, China should be stopped from buying American companies and stopped from under cutting the price of our products in America with prices of the same products made in their countries. Sadly our Government is foolish enough not to see how countries we rebuilt, Japan, Germany, Korea, Vietnam and more are finding ways to undercut us and ruin our way of living. Why do we allow these things to carry on?

        Across America now we have Occupy America Protests in different cities and states. American’s standing outside with picket signs and speaking of how the government is ruining our country. Sadly some of it is true, but also sadly some is not true and we all know it. Even as flawed and damaged as America’s Economy and Job system is right now we are still 80-90 percent better off then almost any other country in the world. If we want to improve back to where we were we must keep our jobs here, open new manufacturing plants, find new ways of being creative and innovative. We must give small companies and big companies too incentives and tax breaks to stay at home here in the U.S.A..

        A while back a politician came to my home, this is a few years ago now. He was running for office and wanted to talk about the economy and what he could do to help the people in his district here. I told him then, and I say now, blue-collar jobs are what feeds the American Economy. The District I live in has no more manufacturing plants here. We had Uniroyal, Chase Brass and Copper, Timex and many more at one time. Now they stand empty and unused. Plants that our parents thrived in and lived off of are gone overseas or shut down completely. Why can’t we find a way to get some back and build new ones to replace what is gone? Also now for the last 25 years blue-collar workers who worked in these plants and factories, can’t get jobs anymore they walk the streets and have surrendered to the fact there are no jobs for blue-collar people. If we are not going to bring blue collar jobs back, then we need to retrain and assist these blue-collar workers in retraining and educating them for white-collar jobs then. Why build more malls and stores, retail is not the way to boost or increase the economy here and the faster ya build the malls and stores the faster they are closing down. Retail will never support the blue-collar workers in the job market nor can it provide the income for families to live in today’s economy and world. Something has got to be done soon, or we shall be slowly fading away as a nation, a society and a country that was once proud and strong. Tell your Congressmen and women and Senators too, we need a jobs bill, we need them to get off their fat asses and help Americans or get the hell out of office and let someone in who will!.

 

Loneliness comes in many forms for many different people,
Some get so lonely and think of ending it all,
Then, they stop to think, is it all worth it,

But don’t ask anyone else, because the reply,
Will bring a tear, to your eye.
And that in, and of itself is a scare.
Many times the solitude and quiet can get to the mind,
It can make one think, they have no hope,
It can make one feel stupid and like a dope.

So when you think it is not all worth living,
And you are so depressed,
And you get tired of always giving,
Don’t give up, remember always, that someone,

Somewhere out there, someone
Does care, so pull your self up, stand proud,
Join the world, join humanity and the crowd.

      The winds of October whistle and wind through the echos of my mind. I walk through open fields and see the wheat grown high as I search for peace in my mind’s eye. The sadness from the memories of the past, flood my mind and soul with feelings of pain and sorrow. What shall happen to us tomorrow, as I roam the fields all filled with hay and wheat, in the distance a shape takes form. A small cabin out here in the fields and no one near it what I wonder what is it doing here and what does it hold? I stop and stare with laboring breathe it has been a trek for me, in my shape, I am older now and my body is not in great shape. I huff and puff for a bit before I proceed towards it now slowly across the fields. The boards are falling down on, the cabins side in pieces, the windows are broken the wood turned grey in the sunlight, no one has been here forever. What is this cabin doing here and what secrets does it hold as I circle around it staring at the weathered and broken boards that make up it’s exterior. I wonder who lived here and what did they do and why did they leave?

       My Thoughts for an opening of a new story dealing with a little mystery and the windy days of October. What ya think folks any good?

      Writing a blog either daily or close to it can be fun and therapeutic. It allows one to get out inner angers and feelings of frustrations, but also release pent up emotions on many subjects, from romance to politics to just day to day stuff. Writing is not just an emotional release it is a rellease of facts and errors and tears and fears. In the end it may be best for many to write then to pick up a gun or knife. I would rather someone scream, shout, or write it out then get physically abusive or mentally abusive to their partners.

        I started writing years ago as a kid to express feelings and emotions i couldn’t openly express, because people would frown upon me for saying it, or to hide deep inner emotions of love, fear, disrespect, anger and frustration that I had towards others for what they did to me or those I love. It was a way to say hey stop it please andleave us be. I think for many writers, it may be the same type of thing.

         We all create mystical, magical, romantical worlds where not everything always turns out right, but it doesn’t hurt anyone severly or in real. That is fine by me, as long as I never write a blueprint for murder or danger to another person. I prefer to write romances, mysteries, stories of what happene din my life, my family or of what I know of, like my service life and more. But to each their own, to create a world  a person can get lost in for a while through an article, poem or book and watch them either cry, laugh or express pleasure at reading it is amazing to see if you write. You know by the comments, expression, and more that someone enjoyed it all and that gives a writer some satisfaction indeed.

       Writing does have it’s down side to it also. Finding Editors to read your work and help correct it and then finding a publisher who will actually print it for others to read is not easy. Too many times publishers will tell you I don’t have the time to read it, or I don’t have the people to read it for us. It doesn’t fit the subject matter we are looking for, or some other reason to say no to it.

       I am seeing now a days many writers are self-publishing or putting their works on the internet or getting it published for E-Books only. I am glad to see writers being creative about finding places for their works, but for me I have yet to be printed anywhere except for a poem I did long ago now. SOme of us while we love to write and it is what we do, we don’t always write in book form, or rally know how to assemble one. Nor do we write in article form , so some of us do what we call freestyling and need help assembling it to resemble something worthwhile to read. 

      No matter what condition or form I write in, I us eit as an emotional and mental release for feelings and emotions an dthoughts that are rambling around inside my head. A way to express words and thoughts I would not ever say to anyone in conversation, but I can write downa nd allow a charactor to say, or it to come through as a lost thought or vision in some form. 

       Personally I have written many things that had to do with my childhood, growing up, my family, parents, daughters, ex-wife and relatives. Articles on service duties and life overseas as a sailor and on the seas. Every once in a while I will try a romance I lived through but never espressed or even a short sci-fi story I made up. Getting the creative juices flowing is always the hardest part though, because  I tend to wander and ramble from one subject to another. As apparent probally to any who read this now can see!.