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September is back to school month. Another fresh crop of students to teach. Are we teaching our young people to think for themselves, or do they come out from the academic institutions oblivious to some of the real problems facing not just this nation but the earth?
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Remember : "Everything must stand up to key technical scrutiny"!

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Comment from #%Malcolm at 11:17 on 11_07_06

Today's the Day! Have the electorate woken up enough to vote wisely? We shall see in about 12.00 hours. President Bush has exploited and lied to the american people, ruthlessly pushing hi sown agenda with scant regard for the basic principles of Democracy. May this be the day when the people finally speak loud and throw out his Republican base.

Comment from #%malcolm at 19:18 on 10_17_06

My wife Cynthia has been writing about Power and Wisdom for the daily Journal Entry for the Wisdom Wheel. It is a subject that intrigues me greatly. Very few people with Power, in the conventional sense, have Wisdom. (And of course) the corollary very few people with Wisdom need much Power. (For their Power is felt within and does not need to be acquired outside).

I think of programmers who feel the need to write virus software and attack computers completely unknown to them. What do they get out of that exercise? Virus detection and prevention is a billion dollar industry and wastes inordinate amounts of time.

We used to say that "Knowledge was Power", but knowledge missapplied can be dangerous and in today's complex world what is knowledge anyway?

I sense that as I become older I am becoming wiser and I have less of a need to be Powerful. Having freedom gives us Power. The power to make choices. Making good choices comes from our Wisdom.

Comment from #%Malcolm at 10:38 on 10_13_06

One of my quips from years ago is "everything must stand up to key yechnical scrutiny". Why have we shied away from our task? The talking heads speak of family values, and Christian morals, but I see all around me behaviour which is the antithesis of moral, Christlike thinking. I am not speaking of knee jerk issues such as abortion, rather the lies and skullduggery which permeate Washington and beyond these shores. When are people going to demand accountability from their elected representitives? Fiscally, intellectually, and morally. We glibly talk about anti abortion positions, yet we ignore the thousands of children who die each day from malnutrition and lack of clean, fresh water.

We grow fat in the Western world, while others starve. We become sick and drain the coffers of central government because of our slothful ways, brought on in part because of exploitation and spiritual laziness.

In short the american dream has turned into a nightmare, because we have not held ourselves accountable to a set of standards we glibly cite to our children and to our global neighbors.

Comment from #%Malcolm at 10:23 on 09_25_06

Monday Morning: I read an advert in a recent issue of Time Magazine which started out, "Who leaves no paper trail, kills women, and children, destroys homes,....? (or words to that effect)", and I'm thinking of all the usual suspects, then they answer "The enemy is Mother Nature!"

The whole point of the advert was about hurricane damage and how to protect ourselves.

Mother Nature, gives us everything we need to survive, our food, warmth, clothing, fuel, and all raw materials for products we use each day. The air we breath, and the light we need to go about our daily business. The enemy indeed, Mother Nature is our friend, it is we, who behave as the enemy. We must learn to live in harmony with mother nature, respecting her ways and honoring her gifts. Hurricanes are a natural part of the weather patterns each year why do we not build communities in a manner to accomodate the intensity of these storms?

We cannot control nature, but we can larn from her.

Comment from #%malcolm at 12:00 on 09_10_06

My wife, Cynthia has begun a new law on the Wisdom Wheel recently, the law of Pure Potential. She talks about having the "potential" for Balance, Awareness, Self and so on.

I often think about man's Potential for good, and the chances we have squandered. When I reflect upon our place in the Universe, I see that we have chosen war over peace and lies over truth continuously.

Will we ever make the wise choice and live up to our full potential? for every leader, for every Bobby Kennedy there is a George Bush. For every Churchill there is a Mussolini.

People do have so much potential for good, will the system ever allow goodness to prevail?

Comment from #%Malcolm at 22:48 on 09_05_06

Today would have been my father's birthday. 87 years old, but sadly he died earlier this year. On my birthday in April. I feel closer to him now than I did when he was alive. It is as if I can connect to his spirit and not be influenced by his ego. I woner what the world would be like if we shelved our ego self. Many people on a spiritual path say we must try to go beyond the ego, transcend it. Yet what do we do if someone invades our space? Just let them walk all over us? The schoolyard bully has no place in today's world, when the weakest and most vulnerable of us die at the rate of 5 million per year.

Terrorists don't kill but possibly 0.1 % of that number. Yet we spend a lot more money on that fight than the war on poverty!

My father fought in the second world war and was a brave man. I would like to hve shared in his bravery!

Comment from #%Malcolm at 10:02 on 09_04_06

Right on schedule, I read an article this morning about global warming. Have we pushed the earth too far?

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/01/AR2006090101800.html

Comment from #%Malcolm at 19:40 on 09_03_06

It's hard to believe that we are inching ever closer to the beginning of Autumn. As the baby boomers age and more and more people turn 60 I wonder if we stop and think about the legacy we will leave?

Humanity has so much potential, yet it would appear that we continually retreat from embracing our strengths and real spiritual power.

Politicians continue to spread the gospel concerning terrorists, yest 5 million children die each year from preventable diseases. We face a far bigger threat over the next 40 years than from terrorists, and that is the changes taking place with the environment. I wonder how bad it must become before we actually begin to make the changes necessary.

Lee Iacoca recently asked "where the leaders are?" If he wants to look around, real leaders for the challenges of tomorrow exist already, it's just he isn't ready to acknowledge them, for they do not reside in the boardrooms of Europe or America.

They reside in the woods, and communities, they know nature, they have compassion, and they have respect for their colleagues and subordinates.

Poems of the Month - September 2006
Autumn
Seeking
Tea in the afternoon
Web Sites of Interest

Web Sites of Interest

Autumn

The flower had peeked, slumped forward

in the long shadow of age

pumpkin focused youths passed by towards the barn

for cider, apples, gnarly squash and autumnal treats

Faces imagined, beckoned from the pumpkin patch

Pirates and clowns, old men and goblins

Blinded they were to that solitary flower

Past its best maybe, but still magnificent

Greens and reds splashed on a canvas of browns and yellows

scented petals were lost amidst the dash

and headlong rush towards tomorrow;

watch the bee nervously sip the nectar

wait and drink yourself, deeply

through the nostrils

chest expanding eyes closed

for this fragrance can take you back,

back to yesterday

and further down the lane of memories

to treasured youth

that, paradox revealed,

does hold the secret of next year

Does sweetness die because we do not see

stop awhile and smell the rose

white coats and riches have tried to

emulate this scent and failed

so next time in the field

slowly must you walk

focus on the journey

and less upon the quest

focus on the flower

and see that you are blessed.

© Malcolm F. Davidson 01/26/06

SEEKING

Someone seeking someone somewhere

Convinced they will find the perfect mate

Outside

To mask the imperfections felt within

“Sweet, Sassy and Sexy waits for

Great Guy with Gorgeous Bod”

And waits in vain, the trip’s insane

who’s to blame for this tragic game?

They meet, but something is missing

yet somehow they end up kissing

He’s in for the chase

And it’s back to her place

For momentary fulfillment

Euphoric stock market joy

Transient illusion

And the cum shot is gone forever

Leaving someone seeking someone again.

© Malcolm F. Davidson  3/15/01

Tea in the Afternoon

A sip of tea, and a curved breast, pink with biscuit

chocolate digestive, firm protrusions, wait expectantly

aromas of Earl Grey and pheromones co-mingle

exciting the reptilian in me.

I thirst for days like this, apart from reality

computers take me away from the earth

this brings me back, moist excitement

Of years BC, Christ and Computers

when we lay on the forest floor and loved

in the late day sun and fingers roamed over flesh

long before keyboards, a digit pressed on lip

instead of key and mouse.

I savor these times of lusty consumption

Contentment felt at urges end

now for tea and crumpet

Tea in the afternoon, tea in the afternoon.

© Malcolm F.  Davidson 11/17/01

The Event  (9/11)

takes place, and in an instant
my senses tell me all
and I know what happened
(for we all know what happened, connected as we are)
but seven veils combined within and without
cloister the reality of the moment
filters long present, of money and more
steer the beams of truth away from my knowing
even as the beams of steel come crashing down.
fears of aloneness push away
the dancing wavelets of  honest emotion
“we know what you’re thinking”
“you’ve been on the drinking”
imaginary choirs sing the sounds of judgement
flag wrapped lines drawn between
the shadow and the light
sheer us all in two
as the misty fabrics stand strong
woven with threads of fear and convention

the dust of a thousand blocks crashed adds to our blindness
maginot minded we are
kept in the dark of our own choosing
voices cannot bridge the gap between
the comfort and the cold
yet the gut embraces all offering up the whole
sack cloths of denial hide the very thing we desire
and we all know this to be true
ill lit dank rejections jig the veils
dancing their deadly dance

will we ever wake up and see
eyes wide seeing what is rightfully ours to see?

For do we not owe it to the dead and the grieving
The towers may be gone but did we also lose our senses?

Malcolm Davidson © 02/2002

The Death of Democracy

I remember well the first time I voted in the US elections.  I had become a citizen and was now eligible to participate in the democratic process.  How proud, how honored I felt. As an Englishman,  I also remember well my history books and the ‘ Boston Tea party’.  “No taxation without representation” was the clarion call at the time, as Americans refused to be bullied by an absentee government, who cared little for the principles of honest representation.  Rather exploitation and disenfranchisement were the watchwords of the British Crown prior to 1776.

Flash forward over 200 years and many people say that the wheel has turned back again.  There is much concern that the democratic process has been adversely affected by the introduction of technology which cannot be easily, and accurately, vetted.

Regardless of whether one is a Democrat or a Republican a flawed election process strikes at the very heart of democracy, and the principles that this country was founded upon.  It is incumbent upon all politicians and voters to see that the process of electing our representatives is not only accurate but is verifiable.

Ronald Reagan famously stated, regarding the Soviet Union and their nuclear build up, “Trust but Verify”  (Доверие но Проверяют).  Indeed!  Yet we do not deem our selves worthy of the same sentiment. 

There is a popular poem about the American Flag entitled ‘My name is Old Glory’ by Howard Schnauber © 1994, one of the lines states, “I stand for peace, honor, truth, and justice”,  Each time I look at the American flag waving somewhere, gently moving on the New England breezes, I think of those words.  How sad that our elected officials deem them so irrelevant.  Where is the truth, where is the justice in a corrupt system of vote counting and analysis?

When I vote this November I would like to think that the process of electing our politicians was honest, above reproach, and an accurate reflection of the will of the people.  Unfortunately there appears to be enough verifiable evidence to support the notion that democracy is dead and our forefathers beautiful vision of a republic has been taken hostage by a process which places money and power ahead of  the integrity of the democratic process.

There is no federal oversight of the electoral process in this country, therefore I would like to see the General Accounting Office be given the mandate to ensure free, fair and honest elections.  Regardless of what the vote count is, the American people, Republican, or Democrat deserve no less.  To think or do otherwise is to be disrespectful to the principles and ethos of democracy.  “The death of democracy”; may I be wrong, and may the process of honest accounting of the people be resurrected and made vibrant once more.

©  09/29/06   Malcolm F. Davidson

Copyright Malcolm F. Davidson 2006