Taking classes

I was at the university. Some punk was crossing the professor. He straitened out the constitutional question the guy was disputing. The guy got physical! The professor flipped him on his back. Class over.
I'd been missing gym class in Ross hall. Anxiously looking for the building. Wake up! Just dreaming. I laugh!
62 years old & still nightmares of college!

To Forgive the Merely Human

How do we forgive the merely human?

How often do people rise above,

only for a moment, to fall again?

How relevant is a story like Lord Jim,

Or Gunga Din?

Today we mourn what might have been.

If only we weren't all fallible and human

and prone to sin.

 

Maybe the answer lies

Not only in how a human lives

but also in how we die.

When the fallen are still

Side by side they lie

None greater, nor lesser,

No matter how we dress up the grave with stones.

Inside is an equality of bones.

 

We can honor their courage

And mourn them still.

We can meditate sadly on their failures

...and still mourn them

They did what they did

For good or ill

And their memory is in the winds

blowing through our minds

 

Christopher H. Holte, 7/5/2019

Thinking of Ed Schultz and a host of others I have admired at one time. Or not.

The Palladium of Liberty

The founders put the second amendment into the constitution to protect the right of the country and the communities in our country to defend ourselves from threats, and thus to participate in our own government. Indeed they saw the militia as;

“The Palladium of liberty.” [Armed in America]

They saw that maintaining a well regulated militia required:

“habitual exercise” in military training and “manly discipline”

Which they saw as the:

“bulwark of the nation” [ibid page 102]

Only so long as they are correctly:

“Armed and Disciplined”

John Hamilton, for instance, saw the Militia as the ideal alternative to:

“that potion of idleness and corruptor of morals, a standing army”

Substantive vs Procedural Due Process

I am incredibly worried about #Trumpenfuhrer and his power. If we hope to fix our immigration mess, it has to start with recognizing that there is such a thing as "Substantive Due Process" and a reaffirmation of basic Human Rights and Inalienable Rights theory into the law.

Affirming Substantive Due Process

Flores and Reno, did believe in substantive due process, and they worked out a settlement Agreement in 1997 after "over a decade of litigation responding to the U.S. government’s detention policy of children. The agreement set national standards regarding the detention, release, and treatment of all children in immigration detention and underscores the principle of family unity." [Settlement]

Russia, Veselnitskaya, Cambridge Analytica and the Mercers

I started this post last year in August, 2017. I wrote this while reading the material on The Steele "Trump Dossier", and Bill Browder's testimony. Later the testimony of Glenn Simpson would corroborate and contextualize Bill Browder's testimony but at the time too much was happening too fast and too many writers were covering too much material for me to focus on finishing it and so I focused on reading the information and following the reporters. So this got buried behind other posts. I need this information in one place for my own future reference. This page will change as I get better information. I should have gone ahead and published it then. But because since then an entire cornocopia corpus of books, articles and Mueller Investigation reports has grown up around the subject. I'm remedying that now.

Anyway Browder was a businessman who invested in Russia, found his companies accounts in arrears and hired a Russian guy named Magnitsky to sort out what was happening. In the process he found out that officials were stealing from his company. Magnitsky, being an intrepid accountant filed a complaint and that led him to be arrested, beaten and tortured, and killed in jail for the crime of telling on the Prosecutor General of Russia. I wrote on that in another blog entry. I need to get straight whether his name is Bill or Ben... It's Bill, but I keep calling him Ben. Oopsy... I like Ben Browder too. Loved his roles on TV.... Wonder if they are related?

My post on Bill Browder:

Bill Browder's Testimony and Trump Russia

And our real problem is that Trump wants a Police State that operates like the Russian Police under Yuri Chaika. I wrote on that too:

Trump Wants Chaika!

If Trump gets his Chaika, no more investigations, except into those who dare criticize or investigate! And my rightie friends seem just fine with that. So this is alarming.

The Fireman

The Dream

 

Last night I dreamed

And everything was fine.

My loves all gathered to me

Happiness & peace of mind.

 

The Burning House

 

Outside is a world of woe.

Fire in the rafters

And lava, like hot coal, below.

But I divert myself

With the Great vehicle

Of my soul!

 

To Put out the Fire!

 

I have a hose

It's called the truth.

These are things I know.

My Soul, the summation of my life,

Depends solely on where I go.

 

So I choose to stay

To spray the water of truth

On all our collective pain and woe.

 

Fighting the Fog

 

Though smoke seek to overwhelm me.

I breathe calmly

Wearing the breathing gear

Of a mind free and clear.

 

And when I've fought

To heavenly exhaustion.

I fall into my couch

Knowing true friends gather near.

 

True Friends

 

All I love

Gather inside me.

To warm and protect me.

Encourage, warn & guide me.

They help me ward the forces of mara,

Who rend and tear, hunt and snare.

So I can protect those I love in turn.

 

The Mortal Path

 

So as my body begins to fail.

Yet my spirit continues to sail.

As nature marshals rains

To cleanse and rearrange.

And wake those in Mara's thrall.

One day we will awake all.

If I can stay awake long enough, myself

 

I ride on

Sadly observing the world of woe

Storms above

Fire below.

I do what I can.

 

I fully understand.

Will anyone listen?

Will they grab the fire hose?

Or run away with burning clothes?

 

All I can do is shake my head

And aim the hose of truth,

Instead.

 

Why People Triffle

 

I know why they bleed!

Delusions of fear.

Anger at phantoms.

Drugs and beer.

 

Holding onto lies and liars.

They March into the fire

Without a hose.

Instead of putting out fires

They are burning their fingers & toes.

 

Carvings On the Rocks

 

I take comfort.

Maybe one day they will listen.

I have carved my soul

On Rocks & trees.

 

I have shouted from the mountain.

And some have heard.

It need not be this way.

It need not be so cruel.

Mara doesn't even want to rule.

She just is deluded too.

 

Choose Life!

 

Which future do we choose!

Choose life?

Or the path of tyranny,

Which is death.

What good does it do,

To instigate strife?

There is more than enough for two.

Why take it all?

 

By:

Chris Holte, June 2018

Blowing Winds of Time

Seasons March

 

Winds blow and leaves turn,

take on dying colors,

go dry and burn

Billowing up into the sky,

clouds that dissipate and die

Then comes the cold,

relentless until winter gets old

Time goes by

and soon enough spring is back.

Time is blowing on the wind.

 

Year after year;

spring blows in,

bringing summer storms,

and falling rain

then winter again.

 

Change Marches

 

And time waits for no-one.

So a young man has fun, and soon enough a son;

And the winds blow, and go where they go;

And they bring love, and hate, tears and fate;

And soon enough an old man goes walking hand in hand;

With other old people;

With a father he barely can understand,

except that he’s been there too.

 

So the spring leaves return until they fall

And the snow buries all in an innocent blanket

And we walk by the walls, and say hi to our friends;

We are all like the leaves and the rain

Except that we number our loved ones

with names and stones, tears and pain.

 

Father and son a long march down the road;

Each thinning in his own time, each failing in turn

vanishing like a dream, Sons, fathers survive and move on

leaving markers by the road for the fallen.

We walk together with no hope of eternity

Beyond handing off a baton;

Not really enjoying the moment the baton gets handed on.

Praying our children and our children’s children do better than we did;

But knowing that in the end,

We are like clouds going by.

 

Daisy in the Rain

 

I plant a daisy in the rain

Thinking of fathers, grandfathers,

their fathers and their father’s fathers;

What must it have been like?

What secrets could they tell me?

What troubles did they bear?

What feats they dare?

Do they sleep in peace at last?

 

I look up at the sky

And watch the clouds walk by;

Whispers in my imagination

And their voices live in my heart.

 

Chris

By Christopher Hartly Holte

June 17, 2012 · Silver Spring ·

The Question

and will there be sons and daughters?

Will the baton be there to hand on?

Will we endure, survive, thrive and learn?

Will we ever learn, to live in peace?