Hello, Readers! Welcome to this edition of “Reblog Wednesdays”! Today, I’m focusing on the work of the TeethHealth.info website. It is not a dry and boring dentistry website. No, far from it. I was reading it when I came across an article that really made me think about my own health. Wow, if there was ever a social issue to cover, then this is it. Please give the linked article a read. Thanks!
All the best, -Keith V.
100 Million Americans have it in their bodies, right now, reeking havoc in every cell. 72 tons of it is put straight in the mouths of North Americans each year. 713 more words
Welcome to the second installment of “Reblog Wednesdays”! (Yes, it’s Tuesday. I know I’m going to be swamped tomorrow, so I reblogged this today.) Today’s focus is on Christina Henry’s deeply moving blog, “This is Who We Are.” I am honored to present a post that features her Grandfather’s memories of the Great War. It wasn’t “World War I” to those who fought, because they campaigned for a higher cause, to make the Great War the last global war humanity would ever wage. To them, it was known as “The War to End War” or “The War to End All Wars,” and though time has greatly dimmed public awareness of its specifics, the echoes of those who fought are found in memoirs and archives around the globe. The Great War changed international borders, sped the decline of the Ottoman and German Empires, forced the advancement of medicine and technology, and caused women to move into the workplace when men left to fight. Christina Henry presents the words of her Grandfather through recollections of his life as a young British soldier, and I am proud to help raise awareness of this fascinating memoir.
To mark this year’s Rememberance Day, I’m going to write a copy of my Grandfather’s memoirs which were included in my Uncle Jim’s book “Our Father”. What better way than to write it from his own perspective. We are lucky to have this account of his war years.
“Harold has left an account of you youthful years in Hoylake which he has entitled “Memoirs of a Cheshire Cat”. The story begins in 1914 when he was 18 years of age. Quote: “Meet you as usual on the ‘Prom’ tonight, near the band.” “Right-o, Ernie!” The ‘Prom’ in question, my home, a small seaside town (Hoylake) some eight miles from Liverpool. The Band – a small band of Hungarians who came for the season each year, making a living from the collections amoung the seaside visitors. Ernie – my pal…
Within the flaming debris that was the false sense of American security, we became seated at the grand table of sociopolitical commonality. America had the greatest opportunity since the start of World War II to discuss and resolve the entirety of her social, political and economic ills with a common element—its very survival—at the core.
It was around 8:45 in the morning when I pulled my van into my employer’s parking lot in Long Island’s Suffolk County. I parked my car and made my way into the long black building on that bright, almost cloudless day and proceeded to the company cafeteria. I was on a low-carbohydrate diet at the time, so I picked up three hot sausage patties and a large coffee, and then I went downstairs to my cubicle in the Information Technology division. It was then about 9 o’clock. The date was September 11th, 2001.
The 1980s are long gone, yet I recall my college course in New York City history as though it happened yesterday. My professor was a slender man in his early 40s with thinning brown hair and a neatly-trimmed mustache and beard, and he routinely guided the class through historical tours of Manhattan. By the time the first tour was over, we were tired, footsore, and thoroughly fascinated by New York’s City’s rich history. Through his actions, the instructor unwittingly became one of two people who fostered my love of history. And the other person? He was a man known to be an electrician, a subway inspector, and a World War II veteran. That man was my Dad.
Do you see the heavy-lidded eyes in the image above, the ones framed by creases and puffiness that weren’t there a year ago? They’re mine, and they’re being tortured by seeing 2020 and all that’s wrong with this “dilemma-a-day” excuse for a year. On top of events in 2020 such as the COVID-19 pandemic, wildfires, floods, landslides, plane crashes, mass shootings, political upheaval, UFO swarms, and social unrest, we now have NASA trying to add its name to the “What Went Wrong in 2020 List.” NASA’s Perseverance rover is heading to Mars with the intent of finding and collecting soil samples thought to contain evidence of past or present life for a later trip back to Earth. If the space agency accomplishes this mission, then it will be one of the greatest feats of space exploration to date. However, I do have a few questions to ask NASA, questions such as:
I understand that the initial aim of the Black Lives Matter (BLM) organization was to protest the lack of regard black lives seem to have to law enforcement and the judicial system. As time progressed, I gradually came to see BLM in the lights that were its creation and the nuclear response by the conservative media, with my view of what helped create BLM standing as something that may astound some and enrage others. Continue reading “They Helped Create Black Lives Matter”
I must note that I am way behind in my blogging efforts as I again fell ill and required care in an Emergency Room. Thanks to being in considerably poor health for many days, I was previously unable to give my response to the nomination the kind of thoughtful attention it deserved. Fortunately, my situation is now considerably improved.
Here are the rules: 1. Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog. 2. Answer your nominator’s questions. 3. Nominate up to 9 other bloggers. 4. Notify your nominees. 5. Ask 5 questions. 6. List the rules and display the “Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award” logo.
I am a black man, and my life matters. Saying that my life matters does not mean that yours does not. Saying that my life matters does not mean that the universe somehow holds my life in greater regard than yours. Saying that my life matters is a statement of fact and a dedication to the continuance of my life, not a declaration of personal supremacy.Continue reading “Black Lives Matter”
Some people will look at the above, make assumptions, and fail to understand the per-party history of racism in the US. As a captive in the Confederacy, the above slave named Gordon was the wholly-owned property of people who saw blacks as sub-human and inferior, and those people went to war against their own nation in an attempt to perpetuate a race-based culture that denied millions of the most basic of human rights. Slaves, especially those in the South, were largely owned by such people, most of whom were of one political affiliation: They were Democrats.Continue reading “Open Minds Needed”
I am a black American man, and I support the police. That may be a strange thing to read in this age of unprecedented rage against police over the shooting of black people, but I believe that failing to support good, decent police officers is a vote of support for crimimals and anarchy. However, although I root for the men and women in blue, I also know there are a few police officers who don’t deserve to wear the badge. Accordingly, this is an article about such police officers and how their misconduct impacted me. This is not about the legions of police officers who perform their tasks without bias. This is not about those officers who diligently keep us safe and who deserve our utmost respect. This is not about Black Lives Matter or any other modern-day police accountability movement. No, this is about a few bad cops whose misdeeds tarnished the badge and shook me to my core.Continue reading “The Police and Yours Truly”
Hi, Boomer here.⇒Wait! Don’t click away!⇐ I have an important personal opinion to relay! First off, I understand many of your concerns relating to the state of the world as passed on by my generation. In particular, you are in a world that is seemingly unbalanced by the devastating effects of climate change, and I understand your anger at the apparent inaction of my fellow Boomers in that regard. People, I get it.Continue reading “Dear Millennials…”
Last time out, On My Mind Today answered the five most frequently asked questions posed to this blog. This time, we take a look at the rest of the top ten questions that are frequently asked. Yes, it’s the next 5, top questions six through ten, here in this installment. Warning: Number 7 is not for the easily offended! Here we go… Continue reading “The Next 5 Q&A”
On My Mind Today often receives questions from readers and online passersby, so I figured it’s about time I cleared away the smoke. Here are the answers to the top five questions I’ve received about myself and this blog: Continue reading “Top 5 Q&A”
Though coronavirus is here in 2020, we can learn much from a crisis that happened in 1999. In that year, fear was everywhere for it, the great and unstoppable thing of doom, was coming. It was prophesized by seers and spoken of in ancient texts. It was bringing untold horror. It was bringing death. It was going to be the end of modern civilization. It, the dreaded thing on a march for destruction, was the year 2000, also known as “Y2K.”
Over time, various theories arose regarding the way humanity could meet its end, with divine wrath, rampant climate change, unchecked disease, celestial impacts, and nuclear armageddon standing as just some of the doomsday scenarios presented. However, in the year 1999, the fear was based on the predicted global failure of technology due to shortsighted computer programming practices of the past.Continue reading “The Pandemic Must Not Be Y2K Part Two!”
Hello, everyone. My last article, Transit Trouble, featured the story of a young woman on a subway train whose attempt to remove herself from personal contact with others went wrong in the worst possible way. Upon further reflection, I now realize that her behavior is not a deviation from today’s norm, but an embodiment of it. Our society is now one where all others are shunned, and that sad fact is blatantly obvious on New York City’s mass transit systems.Continue reading “Mass Retreat”
This article has descriptions some may find upsetting.
Reader discretion is advised.
Like many New York City residents who ride the city’s subway, I brave the filth, rats, noise, bed bugs, and numerous leaks of questionable origin within the system. If you live here, then there is no escaping the vast network of underground trains and the often-disgusting elements within it. However, despite my long-time experience and relative comfort with the many deficiencies of the subway, one strange trip made me fear for my life.Continue reading “Transit Trouble”
Hate. That horrible word and all it entails are on my mind today. We hear about hate every damn day, and I’m sick of it. The ugly thing is everywhere and it’s seemingly inescapable! Hate has found an incubator like no other on the internet, and that’s in addition to the homes it maintains in print, on television and radio, and through direct communications ranging from public speeches to water cooler conversations.
Hate is jealousy, fear, bias, distrust, and much, much more. Hate is the need to diminish or destroy entire groups as a means of expressing dominance or elevating one’s own. It divides humanity into pockets of normality and abnormality, of “us” against “them” where “they” are always wrong and abnormal while “we” exemplify absolute correctness and undeniable normalcy. Accordingly, we live in a fractured world where boundaries are erected due to hate and we are willingly kept apart in what could only be described as mass expressions of sheer idiocy.Continue reading “Hate. Again.”
There are certain names that are inseparable from America’s history of ingenuity. Names such as Henry Ford, Alexander Graham Bell, Samuel B. Morse, Jonas Salk, and Thomas A. Edison are commonly known as belonging to several of America’s brightest lights. However, there are many others—comparatively unknown others—who also catalyzed America’s march toward greatness, and I fault America’s primary, middle, and high schools for not exposing the contributions of those undeservedly obscure creative geniuses. Accordingly, on my today is the education of our youth to combat racism.Continue reading “Dark Intelligence”
Welcome to the launch of “Reblog Wednesdays”! Every Wednesday, I’ll reblog an article that’s of interest. I’ll continue to provide my own content on weekends, and I’ll present the excellent work of other bloggers on Wednesdays. Enjoy!
The first reblogged article is this one from the “RJR Daydreamer” blog. I often write about fighting against hatred and championing peace and understanding. This article from “RJR Daydreamer” is of a similar nature, so I am proud to share it with you. We need to embrace the commonality that comes from being human, but it seems that many are forgetting that sameness. Fortunately, there are many good people on this Earth who offer reminders. Thank you, “RJR Daydreamer.”
On a warm August day in 1963. Martin Luther King took to the stand, on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. Very few people quote or reference the first 11 minutes,, in fact he begins to wind up…
“……………I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest — quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow…
The following guest post was written by Susan Smalls and edited by yours truly. Ms. Smalls is a life-long New Yorker, a graduate of the City University of New York, a gifted individual, and a devoutly religious person.
I grew up in Queens County, one of the five boroughs of New York City. When I grew up, the area code was still the classic “212” or the newer “718” for every house and apartment. Cell phones did not exist and beepers came in the late 80s. On the streets, all you had were payphones for use at ten cents a call. Welcome, my friends, to the way things used to be when I was growing up.Continue reading “Smallscape”
Hello, again! I’ve decided to continue presenting topics in groups of five. Why five? Because I like that number more than four, that’s why! 🙂 Today’s topic is that of informative or spiritually uplifting blogs. Please note that I am not presenting the blogs in any particular order. Suffice to say that each of the following is special in its own way, so please read, click, and take in the many flavors of creativity.Continue reading “Five Blogs You Should Know”