Don't Blame the Gun

Don't blame drugs for the drug addict.

Don't blame an airplane for an air accident.

And don't blame the gun for a murder.

Don't blame a bomb for an explosion.

Don't blame a mopped floor for a fall.

And don't blame the gun for a murder.

Don't blame pesticides for poison.

Don't blame cars for pollution.

And don't blame the gun for a murder.

Don't blame the horse when you're bucked off.

Don't blame the deep water for a drowning.

And don't blame the gun for a murder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good for Nothing

Guns aren't for women.

Guns aren't for men.

They aren't for any good—

They're just good for sin.

Guns aren't for cowboys,

Nor for Indian folk.

They're not for good guys—

Now, that would be a joke.

Guns aren't for you,

And guns aren't for me.

They're good for nothing—

Can't you even see?

 

The City of Sin Is Silent

Walk the streets of Las Vegas.

Walk them in the days of Trump.

You will learn the danger of tariffs—

They've put us in a slump.

The streets are empty.

The City of Sin is silent.

No life remains

In a town that once was vibrant.

No gambling, no boozing, no spending—

Wallets are just too tight.

The tariffs of Donald Trump

Are taking too big of a bite.

 

Save My Life 

"Someone save my life tonight,"

a voice cried in the night.

I turned to see from where it came,

and if everyone was all right.

It was a child's voice,

pleading for some help,

and it touched my heart

with feelings I'd never felt.

I looked in the closets

and underneath the bed.

I had to find where the child was,

to ask him what he had said.

"Let me be born.

Don't deprive me of my life."

And I could tell the voice was coming

from inside my wife.

 

Monsanto’s World

This is all Monsanto’s world,

And it’s all Monsanto’s gain.

It conquers mountain pass and coastline,

And every drop of rain.

Admit your crimes to heaven.

Confess to those you harm.

All nature is your victim

When your pesticides come to the farm.

Sprawl across a coastline.

Spread into the sea.

Pesticides and death waves—

All for you and me.

 

Shout at the Mountain

Shout at the mountain.

Laugh at the sea.

Scream at the rainbow,

And the birds a-flying free.

Make the pence a penny.

Make the diamond hard.

You don't change by changing

Three feet into a yard.

Shout into the skyways.

Raise a fist against the wind.

You'll never change the weather,

They say you can't—so begin.

 

The Legend of Paolo Zampolli

Paolo Zampolli, then—

and the story of how

he brought Melania to the U.S.

Yes, this is an interesting story,

and it needs to go to press.

Zampolli supplied prostitutes—

or so it is they say—

beautiful prostitutes,

beautiful in every way.

The models were brought to fashion shows

and beauty pageants as well.

That much fits how Trump did things;

that much, we can clearly tell.

Legend has it Zampolli was an associate

of the well-known Jeffrey Epstein.

And Zampolli introduced Trump to Melania—

yes, Zampolli was the go-between.

Legend has it, legend tells it,

and the legend will live on:

the legend of Paolo Zampolli,

and of how he was a liaison.

 

 

Gun Rabbits

Where do rabbits get their guns—

The guns they carry around?

They're firing them everywhere;

They're shooting up the town.

They march like in the army,

They fire on first sight—

Bullets blasting everywhere,

Throughout the day and night.

Did they buy them at the gun store,

Or buy them on the street?

All I know is, it just isn't right

That they bring such heat.

Put Up or Shut Up

If you were serious about the national debt -- I mean, really serious -- would you help pay it off?

The national debt is $37 trillion. There are 154 million taxpayers. So, if we each pay $240,000, we can get this done. If each of us pay just a little -- maybe no more than $50 -- then we could get Elon Musk, Donald Trump, Bill Gates, Warren Buffet, Jeff Bezos, and Richie Rich to pay off the rest.

Put up or shut up. If you are one who always cries about the national debt, pay up.

 

August 6 marked the 80th anniversary of Hiroshima.

 

Bless It with Life

Too precious to trash,

This unborn babe—

Down from the heavens,

A gift God gave.

Bless it with health.

Bless it with life.

Don't end its existence

With a knife.

 

Three Gay Personalities I Appreciate

Name them—those who are gay and who stand up for what is right.

Start with Rachel Maddow. I like her; I appreciate her commentary. Then add Pete Buttigieg. He, too, is to be admired for his convictions. Anderson Cooper—I didn’t realize he’s gay—but he’s a news personality who consistently pushes for what is right.

I’m personally against being gay; I do believe it’s wrong. But these three individuals are examples of people who stand for truth. We are blessed to have them.

 

God's World

The golden sun sets in the west—
A gorgeous, gorgeous sight.
The moon rises in the east—
Bringing beauty to the night.

The hawk flies high,

The eagle free,

And the dolphin rises

Up from the sea.

The fox chases along the ridge,

The deer graze in the pasture.

Such a beautiful world—

And God is the master.

 

The World Knows

The world sees it,

The world knows it—

The genocide going on.

The world deplores it,

The world condemns it;

It knows that it is wrong.

Israel is wicked,

Israel is foul—

To commit genocide.

Israel is base,

Israel is vile;

This cannot be denied.

 

Corruption

Corruption here,

Corruption there—

When you're Donald Trump,

It's everywhere.

It's in what you say,

And what you do;

Examples are many,

And never few.

 

  

An Angry Man

An angry man,

An angry face—

Stern and grave,

A man so base.

Our president,

Or is he king?

A face like that

Sends us fleeing.

Congress Should Not Ignore Giuffe's 'Suicide'

It is unusual if an autopsy was not conducted in the death of Virginia Giuffe. Cover-up? Yes, it makes you wonder if there was one. It is said she committed suicide, but did she -- or was she murdered?

Virginia Giuffe, who worked at a spa at Trump's Mar-a-Lago, is a key in the Epstein case. That was long years before her death. Her knowledge of the Epstein case has not ever been fully revealed.

There has been no report that an autopsy was conducted following her death in April. The Western Australia Police simply said preliminary findings indicated her death was “not suspicious.” Her father, Sky Roberts, has publicly questioned the suicide ruling, suggesting someone “got to her.”

Congress should not be stepping away from this. It should not be ignoring it. It has a responsibility to determine what happened. 

Another Explosion in the Epstein Case

 Another chapter in the ever-extending saga of Jeffrey Epstein exploded today as President Trump acknowledged that Virginia Giuffe worked for him at his Mir-a-Lago Spa. Trump says Epstein stole Giuffe from him and that was part of the falling out between the two.

But this is where things get interesting: Epstein allegedly committed suicide. Giuffe also allegedly committed suicide. Guess that's just a coincidence. There is very good evidence that Epstein did not die from suicide, but was murdered instead. Giuffe? The evidence is not as close, but there is enough to make you wonder. Giuffe supposedly walked in front of an oncoming bus. 

That should be investigated. Talk to the bus driver. Check for other witnesses. Was there an autopsy? What bones were crushed? What blunt trauma was there?

Giuffe's lawyer says there are big questions that need answered. Giuffe's father, Sky Roberts, says he doubts it was suicide. 

 

Evidence

Evidence is all you need—

Just evidence.

And look how much you've got!

There's enough evidence

That someone ought to rot.

Not just one medical examiner—

I tell you, there were two.

They say it was murder—

Someone snapped Epstein's neck in two.

Murder, then—it was murder!

And there's more evidence than that.

It's not simply something

We're pulling out of a hat.

The guards fell asleep—

Both of them.

They should have stayed awake

And watched over him.

And how convenient is this—

His cellmate was moved

Just before Epstein was killed.

That took away a witness,

So the beans could not be spilled.

No fixture was in the ceiling,

So he couldn't have hung from that.

By now, I think you're smelling

There must have been a rat.

 

We Need to Know, My Friends

Was it murder, not suicide?

Was it murder, my friend?

How did Epstein die?

How did he come to his end?

Did he hang himself?

Or was he strangled by foul hands?

We need to know the truth—

We need to know, my friends.

A Conversation with a Gun

I don't like the gun. Even if it had all the virtues ascribed to it -- and it does have some --I do not like it. It was created to send people to their death, and that is what it does. I simply refuse to "make nice" with what I view to be a mostly evil-inflicting tool.

But, we are on talking terms -- me and the gun -- and yesterday it interviewed me, just to tie down where our relationship is at. Ours is a strained relationship, and it was just trying to make things better between us.

Gun: What is our relationship -- where do I stand with you?
Me: We don't have a relationship. Never have. We might be on talking terms, but we are not friends -- at all.

Gun: Do you mind me asking some more questions, just to find out what it is you don't like about me?

Me: Not at all. Fire away. You are always firing away; I don't think you'll have any problem now.

Gun: You know there is no way you can get rid of me, don't you? Not with the way Americans feel about guns.

Me: I know. It's very unfortunate, but we can't get rid of guns because there are too many people who honestly like you. Americans have been trained up from their childhood that you are part of their Constitutional rights. They have been taught that they need the gun to protect their families and to ward off tyranny. There would be an uproar -- an outright uproar, outrage and revolt -- if we got rid of you.

Gun: Do you think police officers use me to go around killing people?
Me: That might be a little much. Most police officers are good people, and don't do that.

Gun: I mean, any at all --  are there any police officers killing folks when they shouldn't?

Me: Of course. Our police officers are cut from the fabric of the general public. Bad people exist. That part of society doesn't disappear just because you are hiring a police force. The gun that can be misused by a common criminal can be misused by a police officer.

Gun: Do you think I'm to blame for mass murders?
Me: The mass murder and you are partners in crime. Nothing makes it so easy to kill a large amount of people very quickly than you do. When it comes to mass murders, you are the weapon of choice. 

Gun: Even though you don't like me, I've got my friends -- lot's of them. And, if more people were lovers of guns, I could stop all the home invasions, all the mass murders, all the times women are assaulted walking down the street. I alone can do these things. I, alone can save our country. People know I'm great. They know I'm good and that I do nothing but good. You know that, too, don't you? You just won't admit it.

Me: Spare your sanctimony. You might have some good characteristics, but you overstate them. Yes, there are times you step in and save people, but there would be fewer assaults to begin with if it weren't for you.

Gun: What do you mean by that? There would be less, and you know it. The more of me, the better. Spread me around. Go out and buy a gun. The more of me there is, the more good I can do.

Me: No. Just the opposite. The fewer times we see your face around here, the better. We speak of the proliferation of the gun, and of how the more people who have it, the more times it will be used. It's true. It's simple arithmetic. But, the term "thick as thieves" is what you're all about.

Gun: You're making me mad, and we all know what happens when I get mad. You better say you're sorry. 

Me: That's the other thing about you. You empower anger. Yes, I know what you do when you get angry -- you kill people.

Gun: That's just me helping. When someone makes you mad, I can help. I can put them in their place. And, if both have guns, I can help them both.

Me: Might makes right, then. Is that what you're saying? The guy with the bigger weapon wins the war. All you do is escalate things and make them worse. If one person has a gun, the other goes to get one. Everyone knows that when two people get mad at each other, they start swinging at each other. If they just had their fists, it would just be a fist fight. But if guns are present, it becomes a gun fight. 

Gun: Just one more thing. You know I'm a patriot, don't you? In fact, I'm the ultimate patriot. Everyone who uses me flies a flag. Can't you make that connection?  My friends are the true lovers of freedom in this world. You know that, don't you? If you really loved freedom, you'd go out and buy a gun too.

Me: You'd have me believe that, if you could. To me, though, a patriot and a good guy isn't someone who tries to associate themselves with goodness by waving a flag. Death isn't freedom. If you're saying I can't be a patriot unless I have a gun, I'll just defy you and be a patriot anyway.

The Work of Ghouls

Do not sign on with genocide.

Do not sign on with hate.

Do not think what's wrong is right.

Do not walk through that gate.

Israel is wrong—as wrong as can be—

To kill so many souls.

Let's not condone the killings,

Nor join the work of ghouls.

 

I consider the settling of this valley (the Salt Lake Valley) and how some say it was a fulfillment of Isaiah 35:1, which speaks of the desert blossoming as a rose. And I consider that if this is true, then the settling of my hometown, Rupert, Idaho, was also a fulfillment.

There stands a plaque in Rupert proclaiming, "The Desert Blossoms." The area was considered a desert. A river ran through it, but diverting water from it would not serve many. It took what was then modern technology, hydroelectric dams, to make it possible for water to be pumped and canaled to the farms. The timeliness of the technology is attested to by Rupert High School being the first all-electric high school in the nation. Even, then, there was a limit to how many people the water could serve. But when the Snake Plain Aquifer was discovered in 1947, it opened the area to more settlers. The government then invited military veterans to farm the land. My dad and mom won a farm in the drawing and became part of the largest homestead farming project in the nation. Dad and Mom had been parade marshals in Manassa, Colorado, for the Pioneer Day and now, this short time later were pioneers, themselves, opening up new land as America was going through some of its last expansion.

The Minidoka County project (Rupert area) became the largest homestead project in the nation. I've always joked that that kind of makes Rupert the New York City of rural areas.

Anyway, an area that was desert, covered with sagebrush, is now one of the noteworthy agriculture developments that our nation has had. It was once uninhabited. It once was solitary. (It still might be considered, "solitary," depending on how you take that word.) That it lacks natural water is testified to by the fact a strip of land next to my father's farm remained in sagebrush right up past the year Dad sold the farm.

So, would all this be a fulfillment of the prophecy in Isaiah 35:1"The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose."

 

 

 

 Discovery

Discovery, discovery, discovery—

It could sure get Trump in trouble.

If he wants to sue AOC,

His trouble could be double.

And now he's suing The Wall Street Journal—

There will be a discovery for that as well.

Damning evidence concerning Epstein

Will be found in great detail.

 

Has Congress Lost Its Senses?

In times like this, it seems we should be able to call our congressional members into the office and ask them what in tarnation they are thinking. How can they slash health care to the tune of causing 51,000 annual deaths annually? How can they run up the deficit and place us in "debt slavery?" How can they create the largest transfer of wealth from the rich to the poor in U.S. history? How can they axe climate change measures at the very moment weather catastrophes are killing so many in Texas and other places?
Have our congress members no conscious? 

They call it a Big, Beautiful Bill, but it is the biggest disaster in America's history.

 

 

In the Hand of a Thief

A gun in the hand of a thief

Is an accomplice in the act of a crime.

And I don't think that's good,

And I don't think that's fine.

Take the gun from the man,

Because he's only a thief.

Take it away from him,

Or he'll only cause grief.

 

We Go to Sinaloa

We go to Sinaloa,

Down in Mexico,

Home to the hombre,

Home to the amigo.

We rest on its golden beaches—

Mazatlán is known for them.

We ride upon our surfboards;

On the waves, we skim.

We gasp at the Baluarte Bridge,

One of the highest on Earth,

And at the rock carvings—

They, of such worth.

We join in the festivals,

Dance with the people.

On Sunday, it's church,

And the beauty is the steeple.

We learn of the farmers

And how advanced they are.

Some of the world's best

Are in Sinaloa, by far.

But against everything great,

There is much that is not.

Drug cartels are entrenched,

And bloody battles are fought.

The people of Sinaloa

Also face the tariffs of Trump,

And that could put the farmers

Deep in a slump.

All the way down

To Sinaloa, we go.

We learn of their challenges

Along with things worthy of show.

Bless the Sinaloans

Bless the people of that land

Bless and protect them

Under God's hand

 

Down Comes Colbert

Another enemy taken down,
Another enemy laid to rest.
Donald Trump is clearing house,
Donald Trump is clearing out the press.

Stephen Colbert was always an enemy—
Never had a kind word for Don.
Always ridiculed the president,
Always he picked at what was wrong.

CBS tumbles—
Brick by brick, the station is taken down.
It lays at the feet of Donald Trump;
Freedom of press, he doesn't want around.

Another enemy taken down,
Another enemy laid to rest.
Whenever you criticize Donald Trump,
What happens next is clear to guess. 

 

 

 

 

 

Politics is the worst thing by which to elect a person. Elect them for their virtues, not their corruption.