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Friday, July 24, 2015

Four Days In Manzanita: two love poems

Four Days In Manzanita

1: Manzanita

Waking up with coffee
and fresh BC bud on the front porch.
A perfect day in Manzanita to watch the ocean roll.

Morning sky transparent blue,
whiffs of white cloud,
infinitesimal parts of the water supply
on its random journey –
perhaps to LA or further down –
but somewhere along the way a droplet will condense
and spread out on the earth.
It will be repeated billions of times over around the world.

Streams and lakes will continue to flow –
the continual visible processes
of the earth maintaining herself will fall 
on the good and bad alike, 
they will drink and be revived.

Closer, and not so subtly,
a sparrow in the rhododendron
vocalizes a chromatic passage
interrupting my thoughts of the
woman still sleeping inside.
Smiling I wonder how life can be so perfect.

The process is the gospel.  
The revelation that all things continue
and move on but that NOW 
they are HERE.

Take note:  it is an
immanent divinity that discloses herself so subtly, 
so intimately, touching us all.
Do you see?

One wave after the other crashes,
the sparrow sings,
my thoughts roll with the waves one after another
keeping step with all that's going on...
the sea, the singing, the sun, the blue,
the intimate knowledge that this is eternity;
eternity here and now.

2: A Woman In Manzanita

The second morning at Manzanita
the ocean is dark slate green,
ever rolling into shore.
The sound is soft and continuous.

Today only the locals with dogs are walking.
I'm thinking about the virus inside and the death it brings
and beginning life again.
I'm thinking about the woman still sleeping inside
who has made me fall in love at this old age.

I am thinking of the random patterns of the universe,
the confluences of time and events
that have put this all together for my arrival
this particular morning in Manzanita.

I would take her to have and to hold
until matter and consciousness are one,
until our atoms mingle in the dust
and are reassembled.
We have the time.
We are eternal.
This is the process.

Embedded here for a moment
we’ve found a shelter in each other’s hearts.
Some days it may be cold
but the shelter remains
and we have a fire burning.

She smiles and I am warmed,
she runs her fingers through my hair
holding my face against her breasts;
"I don't want you to leave," she murmurs.

I feel her breath and sense her desire.
I am speechless, 
a tear seeps past my eyelid,  
my cheek is wet.
I have never felt so good. 

4/27/05 © David H. Roche

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Marijuana... God says it is good

Marijuana is legal for anyone over 21 to use in the State of Oregon. Oregonians have made more freedoms for themselves than most of the other 49 states.
In 1970, in New York, we'd sit around cross-legged on the floor listening to The Moody Blues, Cream, The Yard Birds, and Pink Floyd telling ourselves pot would be legal soon as we passed a joint around the circle.  I had a cat who would follow the joint around the circle and want the smoke to be blown in his face. Yes that is a true anecdote.

Of course marijuana wasn't made legal, thanks to Nelson Rockefeller, Richard Nixon and their co-conspirators against this freedom. Of course a complicit and brainwashed American public making decisions based on untruths from the mouths of authority figures aided and abetted those nere do wells. Authority should always be questioned, don't forget that.

It is interesting to note that my generation, the baby boomers, have finally stood up for their rights as created beings on a planet produced to take care of them.  The article in the link at the top of the page reveals the following about my generation. 

"The image of marijuana-using seniors might seem strange, but it is the byproduct of a graying counterculture. Much of the baby boom generation was in college during the 1960s and 70s, and have had much more familiarity with the drug than previous generations."

"In Colorado, since legalization, many dispensaries have seen the largest portion of sales going to baby boomers and people of retirement age,” West said.

The folks at the sales counters agree: Their clientele has proven to be surprisingly mature."

"Our demographic is not punk kids,” added Karl Keich, founder of Seattle Medical Marijuana Association, a collective garden in Washington State. “About half of the people coming into our shop are seniors. It’s a place where your mother or grandmother can come in and feel safe."

Marijuana is a wonderful safe product.  It is an intoxicant, a medicine, a respite from a hard day at work and much, much more. You should not find yourself in jeopardy of losing your job or going to jail or having to pay a fine for using what God made and subsequently declared good. 

It is an socially compelling portent that the figures show so many seniors trekking to the states where marijuana is legal and where they will end their days.

I came across a remarkable product out here called BHO (butane hash oil) commonly known as 'dabs'. Believe me like the old hair care product jingle from the 1950's advertisements proclaimed, 'a little dab will do ya'.   It provides almost instant relief from what ails you from pain to depression and many things in between.  Pain and depression are conditions seniors regularly experience on their trek to the grave. In Oregon we have the freedom to choose whether or not to toke, we can even choose how and when to die.  It's nice God thought to make marijuana for us old folks. And he was right, it is good.

You can seize that freedom in your state too. Stand up for your rights!   Power to the People.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Wishing You A Happy Fourth Of July

This Fourth of July 2015 is indeed a ‘Fourth’ that

celebrates freedom in Oregon. Why? Last 

marijuana.”  The details of this new freedom are 

in the previous link to 

Marijuana became illegal in the U.S. in the first 

part of the 20th century as detailed in the 

Wikipedia entry here.  Ironically it was 

characterized by lawmakers as a poison.  Today 

it is recognized as a valuable medicinal asset as 

the video explains as well as being a much 

appreciated recreational intoxicant.

Like many public initiatives the road to 

criminalizing the marijuana user and the plant 

itself was accomplished with falsehood and 

deceit.  Using the time honored social means of 

"racism, fear, protection of corporate profits, 

yellow journalism, ignorant, incompetent, and/or 

corrupt legislators, personal career 

advancement and greed" as Drug reports.

Like so many policies and laws enacted during 

that time period marijuana laws had their feet 

planted firmly in good old American racist 


Harry J. Anslinger is the poster child for the 

criminalization of marijuana and its users. He is 

credited with approaching the American people 

with fear driven information such as the following sentiments:  

1. “There are 100,000 total marijuana

smokers in the US, and most are Negroes

Hispanics, Filipinos, and entertainers. Their 
Satanic music, jazz, and swing, result from 

marijuana use. This marijuana causes white 

women to seek sexual relations with Negroes, 

entertainers, and any others.” 2.“Reefer makes 

darkies think they’re as good as white men.” 3. 

“Marihuana leads to pacifism and communist 

brainwashing” 4. “You smoke a joint and you’re 

likely to kill your brother.” 5. “Marijuana is the 

most violence-causing drug in the history of 


To help fan the anti-marijuana hysteria into a full 

blown inferno the film “Reefer Madness”  was 

produced in 1938. Today in the second decade 

of the 21st century the film is viewed as a joke 

and often people will get  together for a party 

while getting stoned and watching the film. 

Today the film is seen for what it is, government 

sanctioned lies and social propaganda.  As such 

it is more like a Marx Brothers comedy than a 

film with seriously needed information.

Oregon is famous for its high quality marijuana according to the THEWEEDBLOG.  But it has rivals or superiors, some say, in Colorado, Washington and California.  Today the liberty to grow has produced a new generation of avid horticulturists and entrepreneurs who are continually breeding better and varied strains of marijuana.  Along with the beautiful plant itself and the pure joy of savoring its ability to turn the mood soft and happy there are a variety of edible marijuana products and some relatively new ones like ‘dabs’. Dabs are easy to fall in love with but they do make you cough lol.  The dab consists of the concentrated essence of the plant and is sometimes close to 100%THC.  A little dab will do you for the entire day.  Two will make you sit down and fall into a daydream and more may become unpleasant as the following article in Leafly warns. 

What all this means is that the Fourth of July in 
Oregon this year will offer some expanded 
areas of personal choice to anyone over the age of 21 within its borders.  People from outside the state are welcome to enjoy the herb and its associated products as long as they are within the borders of the state and of legal age. 

Perhaps this will open up a new tourism industry where people can come for the scenery and the herb. It seems like a perfect match. 

 Be here for the Fourth.

Saturday, June 06, 2015

Friday, May 15, 2015

The Men In Blue (social satire)

Citizens today in Bumfuck Wisconsin dedicated a memorial to those who have died at the hands of police violence.   Today Bumfuck became a symbol of the out of control police state that has come to characterize many areas of the United States.

Until just recently citizens felt obligated to put up with the socially enforced siege of blue terror. This imposition on their civil liberties was considered the dues they had to pay for being on American soil. But that sensibility began to change after several high profile homicides at the hands of the men in blue. Children as young as 12 have been gunned down in playgrounds by overzealous men in blue. Today’s memorial to fallen civilians slain while just going about their lives addresses this escalating social phenomenon and provides a ‘Wake up America’ trumpet call that is now being heard all around the world. 

The high profile homicides of civilians in public view are only the tip of the iceberg when violence by men in blue is calculated.  The violence in public is often brought right into the homes of individual men in blue. This report from the website National Center For Women & Policing in their Police Family Violence Fact Sheet reveals that  “Two studies have found that at least 40% of police officer families experience domestic violence, (1, 2) in contrast to 10% of families in the general population.(3”. 

What in the world is going on? Why are those entrusted with enforcing the law and maintaining social equanimity more likely to harm their own families than the average citizen is?  It may be difficult to accept but the numbers are in and it is a legitimate question to ask. So far few acceptable answers have emerged.  What is clear is that when men in blue commit crimes against their families those crimes are routinely covered up and in some cases those who report them are sent to prison and upon release denied the opportunity for employment.

The memorial to fallen innocent citizens at the hands of men in blue is not an actual reality, but should it be?  Should America have a place within its borders where those killed unlawfully by the men in blue are honored and remembered?

This is Pie In The Face News with ideas to make you think reporting from fictional Bumfuck Wisconsin, where Scott Whatshisname lives. 

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The Doug Hughes Incident: a prelude to an uprising

I read about and listened with interest to the account of the man, Doug Hughes, who grabbed the national attention by his flight to Washington DC and his illegal entry into the airspace around the nation's capitol.  His purpose, as most know by now, was to make a statement about the rich and the corporate class which are buying, literally buying, the influence of lawmakers which in turn are selling the average voter out in favor of their wealthy patrons. Bravo Doug Hughes.

Democracy Now interviewed Doug Hughes on April 22, 2015.  You can watch the interview at the link.

To follow up with the ground breaking work of Doug Hughes wouldn't it be nice to see 535 people show up with placards made of photographs of their elected representatives indicating whether or not they have been bought by the wealthy class and the corporate interests of the nation?

Imagine 535 people, OR MORE, each holding up a placard with the mug of each elected representative for the entire nation to see so the people can get an idea of how bad the problem is and which of their elected representatives are aiding and abetting the problem!  What a free speech spectacle that would be!

When that is complete the next election should finish the political careers of the ones which have sold the American people to the highest bidder.  If not the American people deserve what they get and they should just shut up and let the country be lost.

Below is the famous speech made by Mario Savio during the Free Speech Movement in Berkeley California 1964.

In the video below is the 45th anniversary 
remembrance of the Free Speech Movement. Mario was so influential that his work is celebrated annually at the 
University. Only those who oppose free speech celebrate the work of his adversary Clark Kerr.  



Saturday, April 18, 2015

I Got A Little Angry This Morning After Reading About Kristen Lindsey

The woman in the news story, Kristen Lindsey, killed a cat with her bow and arrow.  She was so proud of her activity she posted a picture herself holding a cat with an arrow through it's neck. Guess what her occupation is.  Kristen Lindsey was at the time of the killing of the cat employed as a veterinarian 

That's a mind blower isn't it?  It makes me happy she did not become a medical doctor. Just imagine what she might be shooting in Texas if logic follows logic. Her employer canned her ass. Apparently they felt it was not a good representation of their business.  Good for them, I'd certainly think twice before allowing Kristen Lindsey to treat my cats.

I have six cats. Four of the cats were feral like the one killed for sport and fun by Kristen Lindsey. (see update below the cat was not feral it was a neighbors pet) I rescued most of my cats after seeing how hard the life of a feral cat was.  It was quite an adventure and I had as much fun and learned a lot just like Kristen Lindsey.  However she and I learned different things.

This is Kali from the first litter of rescued kittens. I didn't get her inside soon enough and her feral nature lingered for a long time, but now she will come in and sleep with me during the night.

Below is Mama Cat with a litter that was born inside.

Some of Mama Cat's Kittens were taken by a 

local veterinarian and instead of using them for

target practice the good doctor found homes for 

them.  I kept two of the litter.  Imp and Little 

One. They're my buddies now. 

All of these kittens are descendants of the 

Yellow Tomcat. The Yellow Tomcat came to

my porch and I began to feed him. A valuable 

lesson began to be taught to me. 

I had no previous experience with feral cats.

Feral cats  are not domesticated cats who no 

longer have a home with a human family. Feral

cats are wild animals.  Their wild feral nature is 

residual in them and it leaves by degrees. It 

requires patience and compassion to live with 

cats which are rescued in this way.

Below is a photographic tribute to the Yellow 

Tomcat. He met his fate along the side of the 

road. Before that he would show up bloody and 

limping. Feral cats have a hard life. Humans can

have compassion on them or they can treat 

them like Kristen Lindsey the unemployed 

veterinarian does. Enjoy the video I made in 

memory of the Yellow Tomcat.

Update:  It seems that the cat hunted down and 

shot by Kristen Lindsey was a family pet.    Oh 

well, the cat whose name was 'Tiger' is dead 

and the veterinarian will,hopefully,never be

allowed to treat an animal again.

Ms. Lindsey truly peed in her chili.

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