Susie Duncan Sexton's Blog, page 36
April 1, 2012
speak softly or shout loudly...
help to make this a kinder world by speaking up even when speaking up seems to irritate folks occasionally...refuse to accept that deer are "harvested" and beef is "grown" and that any one of us or even one animal are/is expendable...
wise up and remember to love, to care, to nurture. sad to say that gentleness and kind concern require very brave hearts these days. but if enough of us refuse to back down, goodness will revive and survive and change this world for the better.
speak softly or shout loudly -- singly and in groups and in a chorus that will assure the sanctity of all life. nothing else matters but caring enough to stop the madness and the violence NOW! thanks to all of you. ♥!!! truly, thanks.
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wise up and remember to love, to care, to nurture. sad to say that gentleness and kind concern require very brave hearts these days. but if enough of us refuse to back down, goodness will revive and survive and change this world for the better.
speak softly or shout loudly -- singly and in groups and in a chorus that will assure the sanctity of all life. nothing else matters but caring enough to stop the madness and the violence NOW! thanks to all of you. ♥!!! truly, thanks.
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
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From my son Roy: "Happy in My Neighborhood"
"My friends in the group Hard Taco (Zach London, Lauren M. London, Greg Kutcher, et al) have released their latest monthly song, and this time it features yours truly on vocals. The song is entitled 'Happy in My Neighborhood,' and it is a cheeky homage to (or, more appropriately, send-up of) all of those technicolor-sunny opening numbers in classic musical comedy. (I suspect this song has a bit of 'Avenue Q' and 'South Park' in its DNA as well.) You will hear my voice on all the 'good morning' verses ... and maybe a left-of-center ad lib or two." The song can be found at this link: http://hardtaco.org/media/mp3/Hard%20...
About the song, Zach posted on Facebook: "The new Hard Taco song, 'Happy in My Neighborhood,' stars a rag-tag cast of townspeople and FEATURED townspeople, including Rebecca Biber, Matt Cameron, Kelly Clapp, Lauren M. London, Nina Schwartz, Russ Schwartz, Roy Sexton, and at least one other person who specifically asked not to tagged because the song may offend her mom (and yours.)" You can read more about the song in Zach's wryly penned newsletter http://us2.campaign-archive2.com/?u=1..., and find out more about Hard Taco at http://www.hardtaco.org/
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About the song, Zach posted on Facebook: "The new Hard Taco song, 'Happy in My Neighborhood,' stars a rag-tag cast of townspeople and FEATURED townspeople, including Rebecca Biber, Matt Cameron, Kelly Clapp, Lauren M. London, Nina Schwartz, Russ Schwartz, Roy Sexton, and at least one other person who specifically asked not to tagged because the song may offend her mom (and yours.)" You can read more about the song in Zach's wryly penned newsletter http://us2.campaign-archive2.com/?u=1..., and find out more about Hard Taco at http://www.hardtaco.org/
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March 27, 2012
Marching to my own drummer...
"If a man loses pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured, or far away." ~ Henry David Thoreau
i have always loved this quote and thoreau as well. such fun when a doc once told my mom that he appreciated that i marched to my own drummer. not everybody appreciates that trait...and so i keep on marching in the opposite direction away from those folks who do not know the value of individuality!
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i have always loved this quote and thoreau as well. such fun when a doc once told my mom that he appreciated that i marched to my own drummer. not everybody appreciates that trait...and so i keep on marching in the opposite direction away from those folks who do not know the value of individuality!
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March 24, 2012
Susie's movie reviews: "the film that shall not be named...."
so as if stanley tucci as a talk-show host with a royal blue pony tail wasn't alarming enough, we sat through the rest of the film for the eventual confirmation that this movie was not up our alley...and the three of us were scattered all over the theater, keith in front row with huge bucket of buttered popcorn which we could not share, don on a folding chair, and me between two ladies who LOVED THE BOOK! ;D
i'd name the movie, but i am in the minority -- and i do not wish to be ostracized by america anymore than i already am? but, for me to bond instantly and tencaciously with woody harrelson is totally unnatural. mr. h. got me through a lengthy two hours.
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i'd name the movie, but i am in the minority -- and i do not wish to be ostracized by america anymore than i already am? but, for me to bond instantly and tencaciously with woody harrelson is totally unnatural. mr. h. got me through a lengthy two hours.
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March 21, 2012
i shall never ever change my mind...and i feel sorrow for those who refuse to look truth in the face, literally.
need to regroup thoughts to figure out how to reach folks, more and more each day, who can learn to help save lives and realize the beautiful significance of doing so.
ULCER ATTACK...again! but stopping the consuming of animals for breakfast, lunch and dinner does help -- highly recommend.
our entire family now vegan! i cannot even look at a hamburger or steak...i see the beautiful animals instead. i review the videos. i review all of the books and articles i have read. i use my brain and refuse to encourage any more slaughter ever. i shall never ever change my mind...and i feel sorrow for those who refuse to look truth in the face, literally.
this animal stuff is so dramatic most all the time that i sometimes need to do something completely unlike what i pursue moment to moment with this effort~! but animals are my life! what a tonic to care about their welfare. hard to ever walk away.
all animals matter. we are animals. and we matter ...our hearts matter both physically and emotionally. stop the killing in its tracks and do not look back...across the board. signed: "brave heart" with ulcers!
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ULCER ATTACK...again! but stopping the consuming of animals for breakfast, lunch and dinner does help -- highly recommend.
our entire family now vegan! i cannot even look at a hamburger or steak...i see the beautiful animals instead. i review the videos. i review all of the books and articles i have read. i use my brain and refuse to encourage any more slaughter ever. i shall never ever change my mind...and i feel sorrow for those who refuse to look truth in the face, literally.
this animal stuff is so dramatic most all the time that i sometimes need to do something completely unlike what i pursue moment to moment with this effort~! but animals are my life! what a tonic to care about their welfare. hard to ever walk away.
all animals matter. we are animals. and we matter ...our hearts matter both physically and emotionally. stop the killing in its tracks and do not look back...across the board. signed: "brave heart" with ulcers!
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
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March 19, 2012
hey, some instruction is necessary...
hey, some instruction is necessary to teach quite a lot of human beings about humane-ness...let's get really busy on this.
forget everything else and concentrate on encouraging HUMANE-NESS and thanks for caring enough to EDUCATE...do not ever be afraid to EDUCATE...do not ever be intimidated into stopping the caring and the EDUCATING...and do stop to wonder about those who try to stand in the way of humane treatment of animals.
sure, humans matter...and matter enough to be EDUCATED and nudged toward acceptance of ALL creatures great and small. some folks needs a bit of instruction...and if such folks balk at that, ask why that is? thanks to those who care enough to stand up for and speak on behalf of...the animal kingdom...we are all in this together and there is room for all of us on this earth.
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forget everything else and concentrate on encouraging HUMANE-NESS and thanks for caring enough to EDUCATE...do not ever be afraid to EDUCATE...do not ever be intimidated into stopping the caring and the EDUCATING...and do stop to wonder about those who try to stand in the way of humane treatment of animals.
sure, humans matter...and matter enough to be EDUCATED and nudged toward acceptance of ALL creatures great and small. some folks needs a bit of instruction...and if such folks balk at that, ask why that is? thanks to those who care enough to stand up for and speak on behalf of...the animal kingdom...we are all in this together and there is room for all of us on this earth.
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March 15, 2012
Homeward Angle: Lessons Learned in Kindergarten –Twice!
Latest Homeward Angle in which Susie extols the virtues AND perils of public education! (susieduncansexton.com)
by Susie Duncan Sexton
“Just what makes that little ol’ ant think he’ll move that rubber tree plant? Anyone knows an ant can’t move a rubber tree plant!” ~ Sammy Cahn
“No, Uncle Jim, I do not wish to start going to school to learn to be smart. I’d rather stay at home and be just like my mommy and daddy. I have no time for kindergarten. I need to play.” ~ Susie, precociously mature and a seasoned “aunt” (to a nephew) already at age five in 1951…
In spite of this emphatic declamation of intent, off I remorsefully journeyed to take a right onto Jefferson Street, then a left turn onto Walnut Street and, once tentatively inside a set of double front doors, onward through a long spooky West Ward hall into Mrs. Olive Sheehan’s “garden for children” -- morning session. A full day woulda been unfathomable. For years thereafter, I felt stigmatized believing that A.M. kids were dumber – actually we qualified as younger which appeals to me considerably now!
Met by a grandmotherly lady with fluffy white bluish-tinged hair who was sensibly shod in rubber-soled loafers, I remained certain that I’d rather be rushing giddily about my own house. I paused to study this person’s face. Sweet, stern, a tad wrinkly, she smiled very seldom as she remained unquestionably in charge of her austere classroom. Mr. Willis, who also had fluffy hair, served as principal.
Daily, for the nine months ahead of both of us plus a herd of other tiny kids including my two soul mates/boyfriends Craig Langohr and Steve More, “teacher” consistently appeared in uniform-type soft crep-ey dresses (usually purple) all shaped alike and accented by assorted sparkling necklaces, brooches and earrings. Her spectacles draped around her neck with long chains, a sight totally foreign to this sheltered kid, I stifled my giggling whenever she adjusted her dangling bi-focals, resting upon her ample bosom, upward to perch upon her nose. Each time she completed that maneuver, her face resembled a drawbridge from some Disney movie I’d viewed at the Columbia Theater.
She either paced slowly around this somewhat haunting, echoing, cavernous “kiddie garden” or stationed herself at a huge desk. Often, a beautiful winged-back chair served as her throne for story time. I pretty much loved her…and feared her. Each of us pupils had brought a planter, for our desks, from our respective houses so that we could learn to care for and nurture whatever cutting we received from her precious humongous rubber trees stationed in every corner. My little ceramic, rather odd, black swan still roosts cloistered inside one of my kitchen cabinets.
I recall vividly our re-enactments of the Pilgrims landing at Plymouth Rock and munching popcorn with Indian tribes and total confusion when a month later I transformed from a Priscilla Alden to the Virgin Mary or maybe an angel for our live nativity program choreographed to impress visiting mothers in December. Theatrical moments peppered throughout the year and starring five year old kids must have served some purpose, although we all remained clueless as to why we might be scooting our chairs and desks into circular formations for these pint-sized Broadway shows.
Fated with historic participation in the trendy debut of the Americanized version of half-day sort-of-mandatory kindergarten (invented by some German guy), I desperately attempted to latch onto some logical reason why! I had involuntarily abandoned my fun, comfortable dwelling adequately equipped with toys, pets, a refrigerator filled with pop, a yard, a private toilet and fluffy terry-cloth towels to become part of a large group ordered about by a well-meaning but unflinchingly strict woman occasionally barking at us all morning long.
My progress report, mid-way through this anything but academic year, indicated: talking out of turn, yet shyness (?), and perceived obstinacy in the face of “socialization” attempts, but my courteous behavior in the presence of adults earned accolades. To this day, I disagree with personality/intelligence labeling by educators who push kids along contrived paths year after year all weighed down by imaginary sandwich boards advertising their assets and liabilities as if set in stone. “BEWARE THIS CHILD! Instructions for use, usefulness or uselessness attached!”
How I survived was attributable to both snack time and nap time. Lugging individual throw-rugs from home, a room full of Linuses armed with security blankets pretended to snooze. Music wafted from a 78 RPM record player while we appeared to replicate fallen midget soldiers strewn about our Civil War battle field of a mercilessly hard unyielding linoleum floor…probably so Mrs. S. could catch her breath? I scooched down tummy first so that for the duration I repeatedly might raise my legs from knees to toes high into the air and gradually lower my lanky limbs, convinced that from this position I would then eventually slip feet first into an imaginary deep blue sea (lurking beneath my oval, braided rug), similarly to comic book heroine Little Lulu! Never happened, but I continued every day until (hoo-ray!) summer vacation.
After the agonizingly slow progression of seven additional years, I got selected to serve as a “cadet teacher” alongside Judy Brallier, newly transferred from the Kosciusko School System. Esteemed Principal Dale Pence contributed his two cents toward our selection process, so this honor qualified as very prestigious. Our assignment translated into serving as junior high school aides to … beloved Mrs. Olive Sheehan. Kindergarten – Part Two!
In all kinds of weather for two years, “Miss Judy and Miss Susie” trudged along a well-worn path to kindergarten classes as the green-plant fixated matriarch had been shifted to her very own newly constructed brick headquarters located beside Mr. Robert Sharp’s band building. OUR TASKS: polishing leaves of Mrs. Sheehan’s familiar rubber tree plants, frosting cookies, sorting jumbo crayolas and over-sized pencils, tying shoelaces, monitoring loose teeth, assisting with boots and leggings, constructing valentine depository boxes, scotch-taping construction-paper shamrocks onto window panes, decorating Easter eggs, reading stories aloud (Got to sit in that cushy winged-back chair!), hand-printing – with black squeaky magic markers-- poetry upon large hanging tablets, escorting children adorned in paint smocks across the playground to Mr.George Kind’s Marshall Memorial art room, and conducting miniature orchestras performing cacophonous musical rhythms with cymbals, wood blocks and iron triangles struck by mallets.
Little did I realize, during those junior high days, that I would be so impacted by my experiences that someday I would attend a teachers’ college. Under Mrs. Sheehan’s expertly professional tutelage, I observed firsthand that patience, discipline, organizational skills, and regimentation assure a successful learning situation. On the sly, though, I vowed that should I assume the valiant role of educator, whether in a classroom or the world at large, I earnestly would try to avoid categorizing individuals and instead appreciate diversity. Additionally, I pledged that I’d neither cater to students whose parents might be self-important squeaky wheels possessing a sense of entitlement, nor, finally, would I polish leaves of rubber tree plants ever again!
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by Susie Duncan Sexton
“Just what makes that little ol’ ant think he’ll move that rubber tree plant? Anyone knows an ant can’t move a rubber tree plant!” ~ Sammy Cahn
“No, Uncle Jim, I do not wish to start going to school to learn to be smart. I’d rather stay at home and be just like my mommy and daddy. I have no time for kindergarten. I need to play.” ~ Susie, precociously mature and a seasoned “aunt” (to a nephew) already at age five in 1951…
In spite of this emphatic declamation of intent, off I remorsefully journeyed to take a right onto Jefferson Street, then a left turn onto Walnut Street and, once tentatively inside a set of double front doors, onward through a long spooky West Ward hall into Mrs. Olive Sheehan’s “garden for children” -- morning session. A full day woulda been unfathomable. For years thereafter, I felt stigmatized believing that A.M. kids were dumber – actually we qualified as younger which appeals to me considerably now!
Met by a grandmotherly lady with fluffy white bluish-tinged hair who was sensibly shod in rubber-soled loafers, I remained certain that I’d rather be rushing giddily about my own house. I paused to study this person’s face. Sweet, stern, a tad wrinkly, she smiled very seldom as she remained unquestionably in charge of her austere classroom. Mr. Willis, who also had fluffy hair, served as principal.
Daily, for the nine months ahead of both of us plus a herd of other tiny kids including my two soul mates/boyfriends Craig Langohr and Steve More, “teacher” consistently appeared in uniform-type soft crep-ey dresses (usually purple) all shaped alike and accented by assorted sparkling necklaces, brooches and earrings. Her spectacles draped around her neck with long chains, a sight totally foreign to this sheltered kid, I stifled my giggling whenever she adjusted her dangling bi-focals, resting upon her ample bosom, upward to perch upon her nose. Each time she completed that maneuver, her face resembled a drawbridge from some Disney movie I’d viewed at the Columbia Theater.
She either paced slowly around this somewhat haunting, echoing, cavernous “kiddie garden” or stationed herself at a huge desk. Often, a beautiful winged-back chair served as her throne for story time. I pretty much loved her…and feared her. Each of us pupils had brought a planter, for our desks, from our respective houses so that we could learn to care for and nurture whatever cutting we received from her precious humongous rubber trees stationed in every corner. My little ceramic, rather odd, black swan still roosts cloistered inside one of my kitchen cabinets.
I recall vividly our re-enactments of the Pilgrims landing at Plymouth Rock and munching popcorn with Indian tribes and total confusion when a month later I transformed from a Priscilla Alden to the Virgin Mary or maybe an angel for our live nativity program choreographed to impress visiting mothers in December. Theatrical moments peppered throughout the year and starring five year old kids must have served some purpose, although we all remained clueless as to why we might be scooting our chairs and desks into circular formations for these pint-sized Broadway shows.
Fated with historic participation in the trendy debut of the Americanized version of half-day sort-of-mandatory kindergarten (invented by some German guy), I desperately attempted to latch onto some logical reason why! I had involuntarily abandoned my fun, comfortable dwelling adequately equipped with toys, pets, a refrigerator filled with pop, a yard, a private toilet and fluffy terry-cloth towels to become part of a large group ordered about by a well-meaning but unflinchingly strict woman occasionally barking at us all morning long.
My progress report, mid-way through this anything but academic year, indicated: talking out of turn, yet shyness (?), and perceived obstinacy in the face of “socialization” attempts, but my courteous behavior in the presence of adults earned accolades. To this day, I disagree with personality/intelligence labeling by educators who push kids along contrived paths year after year all weighed down by imaginary sandwich boards advertising their assets and liabilities as if set in stone. “BEWARE THIS CHILD! Instructions for use, usefulness or uselessness attached!”
How I survived was attributable to both snack time and nap time. Lugging individual throw-rugs from home, a room full of Linuses armed with security blankets pretended to snooze. Music wafted from a 78 RPM record player while we appeared to replicate fallen midget soldiers strewn about our Civil War battle field of a mercilessly hard unyielding linoleum floor…probably so Mrs. S. could catch her breath? I scooched down tummy first so that for the duration I repeatedly might raise my legs from knees to toes high into the air and gradually lower my lanky limbs, convinced that from this position I would then eventually slip feet first into an imaginary deep blue sea (lurking beneath my oval, braided rug), similarly to comic book heroine Little Lulu! Never happened, but I continued every day until (hoo-ray!) summer vacation.
After the agonizingly slow progression of seven additional years, I got selected to serve as a “cadet teacher” alongside Judy Brallier, newly transferred from the Kosciusko School System. Esteemed Principal Dale Pence contributed his two cents toward our selection process, so this honor qualified as very prestigious. Our assignment translated into serving as junior high school aides to … beloved Mrs. Olive Sheehan. Kindergarten – Part Two!
In all kinds of weather for two years, “Miss Judy and Miss Susie” trudged along a well-worn path to kindergarten classes as the green-plant fixated matriarch had been shifted to her very own newly constructed brick headquarters located beside Mr. Robert Sharp’s band building. OUR TASKS: polishing leaves of Mrs. Sheehan’s familiar rubber tree plants, frosting cookies, sorting jumbo crayolas and over-sized pencils, tying shoelaces, monitoring loose teeth, assisting with boots and leggings, constructing valentine depository boxes, scotch-taping construction-paper shamrocks onto window panes, decorating Easter eggs, reading stories aloud (Got to sit in that cushy winged-back chair!), hand-printing – with black squeaky magic markers-- poetry upon large hanging tablets, escorting children adorned in paint smocks across the playground to Mr.George Kind’s Marshall Memorial art room, and conducting miniature orchestras performing cacophonous musical rhythms with cymbals, wood blocks and iron triangles struck by mallets.
Little did I realize, during those junior high days, that I would be so impacted by my experiences that someday I would attend a teachers’ college. Under Mrs. Sheehan’s expertly professional tutelage, I observed firsthand that patience, discipline, organizational skills, and regimentation assure a successful learning situation. On the sly, though, I vowed that should I assume the valiant role of educator, whether in a classroom or the world at large, I earnestly would try to avoid categorizing individuals and instead appreciate diversity. Additionally, I pledged that I’d neither cater to students whose parents might be self-important squeaky wheels possessing a sense of entitlement, nor, finally, would I polish leaves of rubber tree plants ever again!
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March 9, 2012
"Aunt" Trina...good-bye, little precious gentle one...
"aunt" trina...age 19...our cat named after little disabled girl in PENNY SERENADE...covered up to her chin with a quilt. good-bye, little precious gentle one...thank you for finding us. =^..^= 1993-2012
trina has been part of our home nearly one third of our lives when i stop to think about her age. she was diagnosed with a heart murmur when she was a kitten...can you believe that? and almost 20 years ago... very sweet little disabled girl...exceptionally sweet. ...
i do my best...and oh, what the animals can teach us about ourselves. so wonderful to move through life appreciating them.
...i get all wussy once in awhile and intimidated by the haters of us lovers and then i regroup with ...myself, buoyed up by others like myself. ;D
it means more than i can express here that consistently kind-hearted humans provide that nudge that keeps each one of us on what i believe in my very soul is the correct and ultimately loving path.
i shall never back down...it's not always easy to persist and hopefully prevail. but, to be fully alive is to protect the rights of others to live out their lives understanding every person and animal for who they are, as they are.
if toughness is called for, i am there...but i prefer gentleness and always try that first! ;D i know that you comprehend my statement here because you do what i do...and what so very many of us do out of respect for ALL life each day and our numbers are growing. ♥ ♥ ♥
...trina was a petite angel...going to miss her gentleness. glad we found each other nearly 20 years ago...
Postscript...
i cannot help but jump right back on the wondrous horse and help these miracles who need our protection and advocacy.
...glad to help the orphans at any time whatsoever. wishing i could help in educating the public...i get met with such stubborn-ness i wanna cry every other day.
but i don't ... i become more determined than ever. life can be meaningful when we get outside ourselves and look after others! what a tonic!
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trina has been part of our home nearly one third of our lives when i stop to think about her age. she was diagnosed with a heart murmur when she was a kitten...can you believe that? and almost 20 years ago... very sweet little disabled girl...exceptionally sweet. ...
i do my best...and oh, what the animals can teach us about ourselves. so wonderful to move through life appreciating them.
...i get all wussy once in awhile and intimidated by the haters of us lovers and then i regroup with ...myself, buoyed up by others like myself. ;D
it means more than i can express here that consistently kind-hearted humans provide that nudge that keeps each one of us on what i believe in my very soul is the correct and ultimately loving path.
i shall never back down...it's not always easy to persist and hopefully prevail. but, to be fully alive is to protect the rights of others to live out their lives understanding every person and animal for who they are, as they are.
if toughness is called for, i am there...but i prefer gentleness and always try that first! ;D i know that you comprehend my statement here because you do what i do...and what so very many of us do out of respect for ALL life each day and our numbers are growing. ♥ ♥ ♥
...trina was a petite angel...going to miss her gentleness. glad we found each other nearly 20 years ago...
Postscript...
i cannot help but jump right back on the wondrous horse and help these miracles who need our protection and advocacy.
...glad to help the orphans at any time whatsoever. wishing i could help in educating the public...i get met with such stubborn-ness i wanna cry every other day.
but i don't ... i become more determined than ever. life can be meaningful when we get outside ourselves and look after others! what a tonic!
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
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Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
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March 3, 2012
Each Eve with Steve: An Ode to Stephen Colbert
EACH EVE WITH STEVE
How do I love him?
Let me count the ways:
Sparkling eyes—not dim,
Piercing as they gaze.
Strong chin, classic nose,
Svelte frame, graceful stride!
I admire the pose
Which can barely hide
Jabs at nasty foes—
Conservative pricks
Marching us to Hell
Who deserve brave kicks
Or a “punny” yell!
Brave super-hero
Battling grizzly bears!
Never some Nero
Fiddling! Stephen cares!
We do laugh, yet learn—
From a master clown—
We ain’t gonna burn
When the chips are down!
Colbert’s nightly gift
Of mirth and word-play
Provides such a lift
To our… "U.S.A.”!!!!!!!!
If I had my way...
(Taurus to Taurus ;D)
On my knees, I'd pray
(With fans in chorus)
"Dear Jesus, hear me:
THIS genius deserves
His own damn Emmy
For pitching grand curves!!!!"
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How do I love him?
Let me count the ways:
Sparkling eyes—not dim,
Piercing as they gaze.
Strong chin, classic nose,
Svelte frame, graceful stride!
I admire the pose
Which can barely hide
Jabs at nasty foes—
Conservative pricks
Marching us to Hell
Who deserve brave kicks
Or a “punny” yell!
Brave super-hero
Battling grizzly bears!
Never some Nero
Fiddling! Stephen cares!
We do laugh, yet learn—
From a master clown—
We ain’t gonna burn
When the chips are down!
Colbert’s nightly gift
Of mirth and word-play
Provides such a lift
To our… "U.S.A.”!!!!!!!!
If I had my way...
(Taurus to Taurus ;D)
On my knees, I'd pray
(With fans in chorus)
"Dear Jesus, hear me:
THIS genius deserves
His own damn Emmy
For pitching grand curves!!!!"
____________________
Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
February 29, 2012
Dear JFK...
DEAR JFK:
Sorry for the delay in thanking you for your genius expertise during the thirteen days of the Cuban Missile Crisis.
I was too young to realize that with ONLY TWO WEAPONS, your masterful patience and razor-sharp mind, you saved our world from total mass destruction.
We should all be quite grateful for your leadership. I knew that I loved you so much...took me until lately to realize exactly why.
Your detractors are insanely envious of your skills to this very day and drag you through demoniacally hot coals every presidential election season.
Hopefully, most all of us can see through their deceptions...THEIR deceptions and not yours!
Signed:
Ever Loyal and for GOOD REASON,
Susie
More here - "Let It Never Be Forgot": https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its new follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available (click the title to order from publisher Open Books' website). Also available in both formats at Amazon.com, or download from iTunes
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
Sorry for the delay in thanking you for your genius expertise during the thirteen days of the Cuban Missile Crisis.
I was too young to realize that with ONLY TWO WEAPONS, your masterful patience and razor-sharp mind, you saved our world from total mass destruction.
We should all be quite grateful for your leadership. I knew that I loved you so much...took me until lately to realize exactly why.
Your detractors are insanely envious of your skills to this very day and drag you through demoniacally hot coals every presidential election season.
Hopefully, most all of us can see through their deceptions...THEIR deceptions and not yours!
Signed:
Ever Loyal and for GOOD REASON,
Susie
More here - "Let It Never Be Forgot": https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
________________________
Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter and its new follow-up Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels - print and ebook versions of both are available (click the title to order from publisher Open Books' website). Also available in both formats at Amazon.com, or download from iTunes
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
