Month: July 2012


Many years ago I was told that it never does any good to ask why. Why is the word I used as I discover, over and over, that history is not in my control.

Or is it?

When I ask why, I am not really asking to understand actions of violence and ignorance. If I could get my wish – understand what murderers and propaganda pundits have in common – that would make me one of them.

Will someone explain to me why we have ‘gun control?’ It’s not called for in the Second Amendment. The Second Amendment recommends a ‘well-armed militia.’

A well-armed militia. To protect us from armor-plated deer?

My military family drilled the following into my head:

This is my rifle
This is my gun
One is for killing
The other’s for fun

Why was a semi-automatic assault rifle doing at the movies?

There Should Be A Word for That . . .

The framing of words has gotten out of control. 

Even the word ‘frame’  has been altered.

That simple noun meaning the material that surrounds a painting – is ugly and menacing as a verb. A verb in the hands of dangerous propaganda wizards.

 I know just enough about pr to be dangerous; not menacing.

 Why not use words that mean what they were meant to mean? A “Yahoo” was a goofy person. A job was something we did to earn money every day. Not a “good job” told to a child after he or she does something that should come naturally. Use the word ‘job’ and you are prepping the child for a lifetime of employment? When did ‘problems’ become ‘issues?’ Issues can’t be solved. 

 In my pr days, I learned to use the words ‘virtually,’ ‘more than, less than’ instead of exact numbers. Disappointing results.

 English is hard enough to grasp, but to understand what you are being told requires work. If someone tells you that they want to “Take the Country Back,” look out. 

Back to what? The 1800s? The glory days of the land barons and seven-day work week, no vote for women and other minorities, and other atrocities?

Question what comes over the airways and on the Internet. While you still can.


N. R. G.

Why is science fiction so bipolar?

The future is either utopian or dystopian. I could lament on this or make a change.

We cannot do anything about the past.

Or can we?

Take a walk on the beach. Pick up anything that doesn’t belong pushed to the shore by its partner waves.

How much are you carrying after a quarter mile? (You’d better do at least a quarter mile or why walk?)

Send pictures of what you’ve collected. Tag it. Send it back to its owner, if you can. Styrofoam? Dow-Chemical Company. Only the term “Styrofoam cup” is incorrect as it’s polystyrene that’s the culprit.

For heaven – and earth’s – sake. Get a reusable cup! I don’t care what it’s made of, or from. As long as you wash it and use it again.

After all, it takes a lot more N R G to wash and dry something than to toss it once.