Others have had dreams; I have one too. I dream that we will always be appreciative of the men and women who defend our country and who sacrifice so much; however, I dream that we will learn how to become as appreciative if not more of the men and women who teach us and remind us of our lifelong commitment to learning and improving. I dream that it will become customary for us all to go out of our way and approach teachers with humility, hand shakes or hugs, and expressions of gratitude like, “thank you for your service!” I dream that one day teachers will walk in parades and that as they pass by, our applauding will drown out all of the marching bands.
I hope I don’t have to unpack this one, but please let me know if you’d like me to. I will say this much. Nobody says “One Corinthians” or “Two Corinthians,” except for President Do You Have Prince Albert in the Can. So there’s that. Now about Paul’s First Epistle to the Corinthians, Chapter 13, spiritual maturity, love, faith, and hope, oh and dirty mirrors, you’ll have to read it on your own. I’m so fed up with fundamentalists staggering into politics…ok, that’s all I’ll say. That reminds me, it’s forgiveness that we need, as we discussed before here.
Nothing to say; except that I wish education had a greater impact than propaganda.
Here’s yet another Trumpy cartoon inspired by my own depression and outrage. What bothers me the most is when Trump or anyone for that matter refers to “the American people” without any regard for the quantitative, demographic accuracy of that useless label. I’ve read and heard that Trump’s base amounts to about 20% of the total population; that’s hardly “the American people,” that’s one fifth of the American people. His Royal Highness is not the only one to round things up to the nearest gabillion. Too many others do it, and each time it’s done, each time we find ourselves up to our ears in propaganda, it gets harder and harder to realize that we’re really up to our ears in real diversity, the kind that makes some people really nervous…and authoritarian. See also Schmatistics.
A rite of passage, a transition ceremony of sorts! Andrew’s identity changed when he left the group of non-shoe tyers and became a member of the shoe-tyers group.
I’ve begun a formal process, one that I’ll elaborate on in due time. Suffice it to say that this process requires some reflection, and that this illustration is an autobiographical by-product of that reflection. I won’t include any analysis of this real event in my life at this particular point, but I do hope to so as soon as I’m able to coax out a pattern or two.
This drawing was done on an iPad Pro using an Apple Pencil and Paper by Fifty Three.