". . . Sens. Rand Paul, R-Ky., and Ted Cruz, R-Texas, both announced on Twitter that they were moving to a new social media platform. . . . "I'm proud to join @parler_app -- a platform gets what free speech is all about -- and I'm excited to be a part of it," Cruz tweeted. . . Many others followed suit. Parler, founded in August 2018, touts itself as an "unbiased" social media platform focused on "real user experiences and engagement." In recent weeks, it has become a destination for conservatives who have voiced their disapproval of how mainstream platforms such as Facebook and Twitter moderate content. . . But as with every other platform on the internet, Parler's free speech stance goes only so far. The platform has been banning many people who joined and trolled conservatives. . ."
Six AM,
The buses aren't nearly as crowded
As the night before.
Someone said there was
Music and laughter
Behind all the shutters and doors.
What was all of it for?
Who needs friends?
There's barely a minute for breathing.
Everyone here works so hard.
There's no party.
When I reach my doorstep
I struggle to pull out my key.
Where's the meaning for me?
You see but you're unaware
There's life on the other side.
But there's no bridge to cross.
I'm looking through the fog
For some way out of here.
I've baggage here to toss.
Bless my soul!
I've read about you in the paper.
I've seen your picture somewhere.
When you speak it's in volumes and volumes.
I can't hear a word that you say.
Funny it happens that way.
I've been told
That envy's the thing I've been feeling
For your kind of work and your play.
But to tell you the truth
That it's only a wish
For a new kind of day,
When worry and fear melt away.
Could be
That a day will come
When you just might understand.
I’d like to go away.
And go there to stay.
But I can’t find the way.
So it goes,
But change never really comes easy.
Resistance is felt all around.
But inevitably something happens
That makes the old ship run aground.
We all stare in awe of what’s found.
Like me you appear to be
Looking for some meaning here.
(from The Room Where It Happened: A White House Memoir by John Bolton)
". . . Trump also said Kim Jong Un "has a vicious streak in him," and that he could be "mercurial," remembering an irritated look Kim John Un shot at one of his officials during the talks . . . "
Enough has been written about 45 for any sane person to realize that HE HAS NO IDEA of the existence of a word such as 'mercurial.' (Either Bolton has a very bad memory, or 45 is actually a true (and excellent) actor.)
It makes me think of all the beautiful music I've heard
And brings to mind a kind of paradise
It just may be some kind of wonderland magic to me
Still don't know how this fortune came to me
All the things I see
When I hear the sound of your voice
When I hear the sound of your voice
If feels to me like warmth from sitting in front of a fire
Light of my life you always show the way
Gleam in your eye a spark igniting the fire inside
Burning so bright the way I feel for you
It's like a dream come true
All of my being depends upon you
That's for sure
You're my refuge in a stormy sea
The sun above that shines on me
I thought that love such as this could be found
Only in movies
Just like searching for a pot of gold
Follow the rainbow and do what you're told
Just when you think it's all been said and it's been done before
Should I explain how you're affecting me
It's not control it's more an influence over my soul
Covering all like colors brilliantly
Canvas brush palette three
