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Trust Is Earned
An Opinion: by Tom
3/6/2020
Congress has become a valley of vipers,
each person has an agenda of their own.
From the halls of congress some lurk as snipers,
sharing ideas causing others bemoan.
Opinion polls show us that they're not trusted,
many voters trade their vote for something free.
Each morning's news leaves me highly disgusted,
with most of their doings many disagree.
This election cycle hasn't brought out the best,
from the very start many had no appeal.
Promises made will soon be put to the test,
promising free stuff most always seals the deal.
“When they call the roll in the Senate,
the Senators do not know whether to answer,
“present” or Not Guilty.”
Theodore Roosevelt
Believe you can and you're halfway there" - Theodore Roosevelt
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Beautiful Shine of Faith
When swirls of sadness swamp the heart
And vile men hold lovers apart,
When clouds of anguish grip the mind
And one`s path in life one can`t find,
When the spirit is at low tide
And no one can serve as a guide,
It`s time faith in oneself to light
And seek its shine that`s sparkling bright.
I love to sit and watch the Roosevelt Elk for hours. The Roosevelt Elk named for Theodore Roosevelt, it's my favorite animal in the wild. They are the largest of the four remaining North American elk subspecies. They are beautiful, majestic creatures that walk with their head up high with pride. They stand as tall as a horse. The male elk carries a beautiful set of dark brown, tipped in cream antlers. Their antlers reach lengths of up to four feet with a distinctive three-point tip, or crown at the end depending on the age of the elk. They use the eye guards on the horns when running through brush by lowering their heads. The antlers have several purposes, most related to mating, as a weapon against their foe, and the antlers are shed each year.
Even though they have a heavy scent of musk they can pick up a scent carried hundreds of yards away if the wind is blowing their direction.
Their coat is thick and soft, with longer hair on the chest and shoulders of sable color, with a light brown body, and a cream-colored rump and no tail. Their coats make it a habitat for fleas because their coat is thick and soft, it enables them to sneak through a thicket when they hear your nylon or denim clothes rake against a bush.
They feed on a variety of grass as, plants, leaves, bark, and including highbush cranberry, elderberry, devil's club blueberries, mushrooms, lichens, and salmonberries.
They engage in ritualized mating behaviors during the rutting season to have their own harem. The mating involves in posturing, urinating, tossing turf and fighting with their antlers, and bugling, a loud series of vocalizations which establishes dominance over other males and attracts females.
The Roosevelt Elk, a beautiful, majestic creature, which lives in the wide-open land with tall grass, under the canopy of Douglas -fir, cedar, and old growth stands.
5/9/2018
He wore wire rimmed glasses
Weird looking clothes
Had a fine rig for his horse
Passing through I suppose
But I learned from a friend
He was out here to stay
And that everyone said
He would not ride away
He had bought a large spread
And had cattle to work
But no one really liked him
He looked like an upitty jerk
But the word really spread
Old four eyes was alright
And every cowboy in town
Wanted a job over night
He could ride he could rope
With the guys all day long
And at the end of the day
Drink liquor and sing songs
Well they all came to like him
And they worked side by side
They would do anything for him
And together they’d ride
One day he stopped in
For a whiskey or two
When a drifter came in
Just out of the blue
He said pour me a drink
Charge it to four eyes over there
Well Ted never moved
He didn’t care
Well the drifter he drank
And to all their surprise
Ordered another and again
Said charge it to four eyes
Well Ted had enough
And he knocked the man down
Drug him outside
And watched him leave town
Now all the cowboys there
Were astounded and surprised
That this drifter was beaten
By the man called four eyes
Now that’s not all
That’s the way that it went
Cause He would return
To become the 26th President
THEODORE ROOSEVELT
Trump, the Transitional President
I looked at the 2025 official portrait of Donald Trump
and thought about Mount Rushmore
and how Borglum would have sculpted the rock
to include the transitional president
into the "Shrine of Democracy" of nation builders,
passing the torch from one generation to another.
“Donald Trump (1946–): 45th & 47th President: Rebirth of a Nation.”
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Notes:
Shrine of Democracy: "The purpose of the memorial is to communicate the founding, expansion, preservation, and unification of the United States with colossal statues of Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, and Theodore Roosevelt." (Gutzon Borglum)
George Washington (1732–1799): 1st President: Birth of the U.S.A.
Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826): 3rd President: Expansion of the U.S.A. with the Louisiana purchase.
Abraham Lincoln (1809–1865): 16th President: Preserver of the Union.
Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919): 26th President: Development of the U.S.A.
Mount Rushmore: Mount Rushmore is located in the Black Hills, Keystone, South Dakota. Construction of the monument took place from 1927 to 1941 and is the work of the sculptor Gutzon Borglum (1867–1941). Mount Rushmore is named after Charles E. Rushmore (1857–1931), a New York City attorney who was sent out to this area in 1884 to check legal titles on properties for a mining company, and in 1885 the name Mount Rushmore came into local usage. In 1930 the United States Board of Geographic Names officially recognized the name. The Lakota called it Tunkasila Sakpe Paha, or Six Grandfathers Mountain (before it was renamed).
The U.S. was fighting against Spain over their colonial policies with Cuba,
And Asist. Secretary of the Navy, Theodore Roosevelt resigned his position just to join the volunteer cavalry. One of three regiment raised in 1898 for the Spanish-American War was the 1st U.S. Volunteer Cavalry fondly known as
The Rough Riders. Roosevelt recruited a diverse group of cowboys, miners, law enforcement officials and Native American Indians.
Roosevelt and Colonel Leonard Wood trained and supplied the men in San Antonio, Texas so well that The Rough Riders were allowed into action unlike many other volunteer companies and they sailed for Santiago de Cuba from Tampa on June 13,1898. There they joined The Fifth Corps, another highly trained, well supplied and enthusiastic group of excellent soldiers from the regular army.
The Rough Riders saw combat at Las Guassmas on the way to Santiago .
In his after action report JULY 4,1898 Roosevelt wrote that of the 490 men he led into battle at San Juan Hill 80 were killed and wounded and another half dozen were MIA.
Our Political Divide
Miracle Man Opinion
6/17/2022
Each time a problem, of any kind, rears its head,
the establishment quickly looks for someone to blame.
Efforts should be directed toward problem solving instead,
but one party or the other goes all out to disclaim.
No matter what happens it’s the other party’s fault,
they’ll appoint a commission and hold kangaroo court.
Then ravage each other with a constant verbal assault,
while distorting the truth, to the media they resort.
Some wonder why many politicians aren’t respected,
they're adept at speaking from both sides of their mouth.
They cover their backsides and the people are oft neglected,
while our country is invaded by those from the south.
“When they call the roll in the senate,
the senators do not know whether to answer “present” or “not guilty.”
Theodore Roosevelt
"It is hard to fail, but it is worse
never to have tried to succeed."
Quote by_ Theodore Roosevelt
I stand with
fingers crossed tightly.
Will today be better ?
I do try very hard each new day,
but, I always fail . . .
God, can you not see the tears that I weep?
Yet, I feel a fire within me
telling me to try,
in a different way.
To keep moving forward
and never dwell in regrets
let yesterdays flutter away,
live in moments,
on the journey.
And if I should fail,
begin again with fingers crossed !
Oh, so many hidden layers,
too many tosses and turns,
so many mistakes made,
high mountains to climb ~
Why even bother ?
But, a voice inside me says keep trying.
Is that you God . . . speaking ?
I was
shattered
when my dad passed away -
h e a r t b r o k e n
and when mom went also
I was lost in myself.
Like a balloon floating and drifting
in the blue sky . . .
with no anchor to hold me down.
But, mom whispered from death
I made you strong and brave daughter !
Let life unfold,
float on earth's endless waves,
start a new page,
find your voice and purpose,
accept that life changes, passes.
Always seek that fire
. . . burning deep within ~
and keep trying with fingers crossed !
Courage is not having the strength to go on; it is going on when you don’t have the strength. –Theodore Roosevelt (1858-1919), 26th President of the United States
A year of heartbreak, soundless as the stars
who glitter, surreal, remembering
while we make our wishes, feel the darkness
surrounding, gentling at best…
the beautiful kiss of a lonely death,
fatalities sitting in heaven,
never listening to the falling rain,
all the clouds, the edges of each shadow,
forbidding my heart this feeling, so insane…
hurricane helene, with her deafening embrace
left hearts without the rhythm
of hope that quiets the soul,
when the thunder leaves its witness
to the darkness’ demonic twist,
the unending silence from a storm, the risk
imagine a world standing still,
awkward without her joyful voice,
darkened by fears, tears, and despair,
all the dismay that comes to those
who witness the heavens pouring out
not only the flow of rain,
but the waters so explosive
they are truly a hurricane – hurricane Helene
writing her story on our land,
fighting the mountains,
filling lives with her shouts,
seeking to break us,
with her screams and her roar,
as she raises our waters,
our creeks and our rivers,
brings mudslides that change us forever…
oh, what a story she’ll write in her journal
about the day she touched down
on this quiet, quaint home – Western North Carolina
no, we’ll never be the same…
there will always be a hesitation
when the rain begins,
an anxious foreboding,
apprehension of what might become
another Helene, another hurricane,
another rain who silences every soul
with the breath of a tempest
so out of control….
oh, my, what a tale these mountains could expose,
a story of darkness, a story of dread,
a story of fear that is filled with regrets…
how we will remember Helene
I believe… is the storm who reminded
we must always seek
the One who created us to believe,
without His protection,
we’re a people without any peace,
we’re a people without hope or grace,
we’re a people who life will replace,
with death, darkness, disgrace,
all the reasons that storms rage,
all the reasons that we have to abide…
in the love of the Father,
the hope of the light,
the peace of God’s Son,
who will heal those of us,
who’ve been touched
by the storm who taught us…
we must never give up!