BIRTH WATERS: YOUR RIVER, LAKE, OR BAY. OKAY, AND OCEAN

Birth waters are usually called ‘breaking waters.’

I’ll get back to that.

For now let’s say “Birth Waters,” and leave the amniotic fluid for later.

Let’s throw in some suspension of disbelief while we’re at it, okay?

You were born near a water source, a body of water of some kind.

Just find the water nearest your birth place and that’s your Birth Waters.

If you’d like that water map, get one here.

 

I’m a San Francisco Bay baby if you missed yesterday’s post. (My SF happy face. Lol)

Today looks like a ‘help the reader day’ so far.

Every blogger has that responsibility, you know, to be helpful.

As an old Boy Scout I try to be more than helpful, including courteous, kind, obedient, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent.

That’s from memory, this is after google: A Scout is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Reverent.

The links go back to boyscouttrail.com with long definitions. Too long. Could be a sermon site? I don’t know.

 

Let’s trust together that all the birth waters of the world are not poisoned and polluted beyond repair, that the oceans are more than swirling seas of plastic bag pollution.

All earth waters are pure and untamed just for your birth waters. Sounds nice, eh?

Take the Willamette River water for example. Just for you, and just this time, it’s all cool, clean, and tidy looking back.

Drinkable right from the banks. Umm mmm.

(This is the suspension of disbelief part. Now that part’s over.)

 

American Birth Waters

Does anyone else look at the year they were born and their generational cohort as the beginning of time?

Only me?

I doubt it, but let’s move one.

Besides, I cured that notion by studying American history enough for a degree,  and working local history enough to know everything’s not always all about me.

Except on boomerpdx. Then it’s all about me. And you, dear reader.

America was born from an urge to not be told what to do, to take orders.

They wanted to divorce Britain, and Britain thought they had a binding prenup.

But they didn’t.

Fast-forward eighty four years from 1776 to America asking for a divorce from America.

Except this time the defeated army didn’t board their ships and sail away.

After the Civil War they went back home and stewed for another hundred and twenty years or so.

Their birth waters grew congested by generation after generation inventing new reasons for losing. It was more than slavery, say the old folks.

It’s not enough that the some of the poorest states in America elect leaders who can’t, or won’t, help them climb out.

The leadership is better at blaming than governing for a better future to benefit their constituents.

Somehow the people respond to them with a hail and hearty “Fuck Yeah!”

While you won’t see “EAT SHIT MOTHERFUCKER” on a yard sign or TV spot, too many folks who could use a good leader adept at re-directing federal resources to their states instead of spoon feeding them and asking the sissy-bitch libtards how it tastes.

Once they figured out they couldn’t do any better, who shows up but a glittery playboy in a red ball cap who stirs the pot.

And people across the country can’t get enough in their spoon.

Now they want two spoons.

 

Here Comes The Future

My interpretation of the great Stephen King’s t-shirt?

Seize the day.

We can do that in America.

Arounds here we can carpe diem the crap out of every day.

And we do, but there are limits. Like common sense.

If you want the freedoms granted in the Constitution, read the Constitution.

After reading the Constitution, elect mayors, governors, representatives, and senators who share your view of the Constitution.

Avoid those who wouldn’t cross the street to piss on you if you were on fire.

Do the same with people swayed by the support of the failed fireman.

Most important, try not to set yourself on fire.

 

The faces on this image are some of the biggest fire-starters in the history of man.

They’ve changed how we see our shared world.

Some of us don’t like that much change, so they make up their own changes.

Do you see your preacher in there? Your senator? Your representative?

A former president?

You may ask yourself, ‘How can that be? They are the smartest person I’ve ever heard of. They said so themselves.’

Because calling bullshit on science isn’t the same as ‘doing’ science.

Working for the future isn’t the same as re-applying failed policies of the past.

Did anyone else get that trickle down money?

If your loved ones are more confident in their new mind after hearing a vintage Trump stump speech, tread lightly.

I saw this and it struck home:

 

There’s a cruel streak in men who seem immune to human suffering, who enjoy it enough to use it as a viable course of action.

Go ahead and keep quiet and think and walk carefully around others, just don’t vote for them.

Your Birth Waters ask you for one thing: Don’t make them worse.

“First, do no harm.”