The stars lay in a blanket above. A gentle breeze blowing in from the sea. The last light flickers from one lonely candle. Never before was a night half as perfect For you and me.
But there was a party last night. Yes there was a party nextdoor, ‘Cause there’s a boy sleeping on the back porch.
You would have noticed a pin drop that evening. The peace and calm when romance fills the air. Ambience oozing from Coltrane and Hartman. And barely twenty feet away, we’d no clue What was happening there.
No blaring rock and roll. No bottles on the walk. No screaming, shouting and no fight. Nobody called the law. No sirens in the night. Just one young man, stretched out on a chaise, Sleeping it off.
Occasions such as this should be savored. The combination of circumstance rare. You may just be the true love that I’ve searched for. I think though, that the folks in the house that’s next door Just don’t care.
". . . Secretary-of-state candidates face primary elections next spring and summer and general elections on Nov. 8, 2022, along with the midterm congressional contests.
Reuters interviewed nine of the 15 declared Republican candidates for secretary of state in five battleground states -- Arizona, Georgia, Wisconsin, Michigan, Nevada -- and reviewed public statements by all of the candidates. Ten of the 15 have either declared that the 2020 election was stolen or called for their state’s results to be invalidated or further investigated. . . .Multiple recounts and audits have confirmed Biden won Georgia by about 12,000 votes. Raffensperger has repeatedly described the November election as secure and told Reuters in a recent interview that Trump’s surrogates don’t have the facts to support their allegations. . . Since the vote, Raffensperger and his family have been inundated with threats of violence, causing them to go into hiding at one point and to take other precautions, including starting their car remotely to guard against bombs, the Reuters investigations revealed. . ."
(from Landslide: The Final Days of the Trump Presidency by Michael Wolff)
". . . The fact that he survived, without real support, without real assistance, without expertise, without backup, without anybody truly minding the store, and without truly knowing his ass from a hole in the ground, was extraordinary. Magical. . ."
I'll be your Blood Brother, By your side through thick and thin. I'll be your Blood Brother, Just as long as I don't have to bloody My hands.
Bar rooms sure have a funny way Of bringing loyalty out in a man. Buy a drink and tell a joke And buddy you've got you a friend. But keep a good eye upon that friend, Because he really doesn't give two hoots. And don't say anything about his Mom, His girlfriend, or his army boots.
Walked into an auto-mo-showroom. I need some wheels but got no money to spend. When a guy with an ugly tie Walks out and acts like he's my long-lost friend. I said hey Buddy I've a purpose here, And if you please I will accomplish my goal. So don't you slap me on the back again, Cause if you do I might just lose my control.
So please be careful when you meet someone Who'll make a promise at the drop of a hat. And don't provide them with encouragement. You will regret the day you offered him that. Cause everybody needs some empathy, But just how willing And how far will they go To really help you when the chips are down? Can they be trusted half as far as you throw them?
