I Can Clean. I Can Drive. Poem by Robert Ronnow

Plenty of sleep, no more tv, the wars in the Middle East
are resource wars, disguised as religious debates.
So Dad would say.

A beautiful winter day, hunting
season. A Gun In Every Home, in light of U.S. mass
      shootings
seems an irresponsible poem.10K clicks

most popular poem on line, NRA enthusiasts and
      conservative
talk show hosts quoting it. Not really, no worries, poetry
makes nothing happen. Which is something, magic.

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I wonder if I'll have to someday defend that poem,
as in a Russian or Chinese show trial, Salem witch trial,
McCarthy anti-American committee or a college
political correctness safety hearing. Oh well.

What does it mean? Doc Wiseman says that's not how
      we decide
things in this country, lynching and chasing people with
      dogs.
You'd think twice about bombing Iran if Iran had the
      bomb.
Assume a defensive posture.

I've been reading Walzer's
Just and Unjust Wars, much like explaining how to tie
      your shoes,
or teaching an artificial intelligence to walk, talk
and think about God.

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The citizenry doesn't need weaponry sufficient to win a
      war,
just enough to give pause during its normal pursuit of
      pleasure
(hunting deer on a beautiful, clear winter morning) .

Hunting and gathering and agriculture, local and small
or these almonds I'm eating from California's Imperial
Valley and all the water it took to grow 'em.

Slowly
          drip irrigation
                               takes hold.

Technologies
such as the Anasazi and other aborigines used are
      uploaded
for sustainable survival.

Much good goes with the bad,
school shootings with school science shows, art shows
      and Shakespeare's plays.
How to stop the unhappiness of ISIS

those lonesome souls from interfering with the evolution
of the species? With love. What did Christ mean
(and what did Wallace Stevens mean by imagination) ?

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Accept (but contain) .
Trust (but verify) . Ha ha! Reagan was a pretty funny
      guy.
It must bother a president, a regular fellow who'll pack
      his suitcase and go back
to Iowa when his term is up, to know he's ordered the
      death
of a janitor on the night shift at a nuclear reprocessing
      plant
in a proportional response to a mullah's anger. Jurors

in the trial of Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar
      Tsarnaev
have sentenced him to death. For his role in killing four
      people
and wounding hundreds more. There was no visible
      reaction
from Tsarnaev,21, in the quiet courtroom.
Justice. In his own words 'an eye for an eye.'
Survivor Jared Clowery said he was happy not to have
      had to make the choice between life and death
      himself but he stands behind the jury's decision.

'There's nothing happy about having to take someone's
      life.'
Good people without guilt or gloating. Yet
my thought was now we must forego the possibility of
      knowing
this young man's mind. There's still time to ask him
      questions
as in Dead Man Walking. To understand is to love
requiring the patience of the scientific method.

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Yesterday's single greatest joy
was solving the equation
T = 2pi(r3/GMe) ½
for Haley's comet orbiting
the sun.

And sitting in the sun
on a winter day.