Archive | October 2019

Our Colonial Militias Did Not Carry AK-47s and AR-15s.

This post explains why we need gun control and why “Second Amendment rights” are ridiculous.

Wish I Could Have Been There

The part of North America known as the United States has long had a gun culture. It’s one of our oddities that makes people from other countries shake their heads and wonder why we’re so gun-crazy. I’ve never liked this aspect of our character, but there you are; it’s enshrined in the 2nd Amendment to our Constitution, which reads (as almost everyone knows):

A well-regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

Is the first part of that amendment about a well-regulated militia the most important, or the second part about the peoples’ right to keep and bear arms? Who knows? Who can say for sure what the adopters of that amendment in 1791 really understood it to mean.

In fact, the who, what, where, when, why, and how of this amendment have…

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Earth: In the Beginning, Part 2


The new planets are balls of molten rock,
Seas of lava, boiling, hissing, steaming.
The clashing rocks which met to make these worlds
Are melted, flowing streams of liquid fire.
Flames leap out into space from a surface
Hot, in motion, nearly like a small sun.

But as these balls of lava hurtle through space,
Black, icy space, that chilling freezing breath,
Their surfaces cool: leaping flames die down,
Their fires are extinguished. Growing calmer,
The liquid rock hardens again. The worlds
Lie tranquilly at rest for a brief time.

But soon, from the far reaches of dark space,
Come more broken rocks, larger than before.
Meteors hurtling to strike the new worlds,
To shatter the young, newly-hardened crust
Of the planets. Fire blazes in their skies,
As meteors bombard their surfaces.

But meteors come bearing gifts as well.
Each fiery missile holds at its heart
Little shining crystals, which all contain
Hydrogen and oxygen molecules.
Tiny treasures which, when bound together,
Form the most precious substance yet: water.

Water, fallen to Earth from its young skies,
Not by gentle rain, but by bombardment.
Little by little, puddles form and spread,
Growing into ponds and lakes and oceans,
Bathing the burning, fevered, stricken land,
Covering the scars left by meteors.

Water is Earth’s new cooling, soothing balm.
The thirsty crust drinks of it eagerly.
A gentler liquid flows on Earth’s surface,
That washes rocks but never melts them down.
The meteors still strike and wound the Earth,
But water now exists to heal these wounds.

Earth: In the Beginning, Part 1

(I’m writing poems about the history of the planet, and I plan to post them here, hopefully in order.)

Birth from Death

Once, in the beginning, there was darkness.
Nothing, blackness, coldness, a blank, a void.
For the Big Bang had happened years ago,
And now the noise and heat were all dispersed
From this silent corner of the cosmos,
Where no stars formed, no dust and gases reached.

Far away, a dying star exploded,
Flinging its remains into the darkness,
Dust and stellar gases shooting onward
Filling the nothing of space with something
With little mass, almost no heaviness,
Except in far-off possibilities.

Dust and gases, gases and dust, was all
This silent corner of the cosmos knew,
Until the bone-dust of a dying star
Began to grow, return to life again.
Clinging, clumping, collapsing, it gave birth
To light, the universal spark of life.

Light and fire blazed out in the nothingness
Like a beacon, drawing old star remains.
Hungering for light, pulled by gravity,
More broken things came hurtling from the dark:
Dust, pebbles, and rocks, and always gases,
Flotsam, jetsam, pieces of future worlds.

They crashed together and smashed together,
Meeting in fury, melting into fire.
Once their fury was spent, they stayed, and yet
More and more broken things came towards the light
Only to collide and crack and shatter,
To be added to the orbiting rocks.

For in grinding, crashing, and smashing rocks,
In fire flowing, melting, steaming, raging
From heat and violence, chaos furious,
From all debris flung away by the death
Of the once-great stars which have exploded,
Life begins again: new planets are born.

Interesting info about gluten

An interesting article about gluten and going gluten-free

Check out this article. It’s fascinating; I had no idea that processed “gluten-free” products were less healthy than gluten-containing products. Apparently, they have more saturated fats.

Buying organic is always good. I often don’t have the money, but maybe someday I can eat a more organic diet.