I will update all y'all as to the progress of my struggle to regain my liberty (P. Henry, H.W. Beecher), and hopeful resurrection (again inapt phraseology, but in the scent of the flavor).
Coordination of a pow-wow is ongoing; id est, fait accompli, assured, all done except the details. I know that the devil's in the details, but I'm more of the deferential, delegatory, big picture guy. My wont is that I set the stage, let others run with it, then deal with and edit the end product for final consumption. I just don't have the stamina I once had; I get very bored with drudgery. Per my namesake and author of the oldest written of the canonical Gospels, John Mark, I usually like to get stuff in early, even if its rough and sketchy. That's what's called in the business community, first mover advantage. That's my bag, baby.
In the rest of the world, the old way still holds; e.g. France (continental Europe) is blue; Britain is red. China and USSR were red, signifying the Communist revolution; European Union, the paragon of tradition, the latest iteration of the European Commission, is blue.
Essentially the American Revolution acted as a (-1) coefficient to this side of the Atlantic equation. Id est, up is down, black is white, cats mating with dogs (gratuitous Ghostbusters reference.) Even the Mounties wear red.
Noted exceptions: Cuba, but that can be explained by Cold War-era Communist Revolution, Soviet proxy-state status. Also there was the British wearing red on the American Revolution battlefield to camouflage blood from musket shots.
Disclaimer: this list is not exhaustive, as always, just whatever was top of mind prior to the composition of my postings.
Well I did the old unplug/re-plug Microsoft cold reboot trick. That not working, I just let it alone. I did, however, try it once more, the morning before it was to be examined, it seemed to work just fine as before.
I seem to remember a notice on the notices screen it was going through an update/maintenance cycle.
Well the computer I use to blog, monitor my finances, and email, et cetera, just went kaput, that may be overstating it a bit, it's just all kinds of glitchy, but my neighbor called a guy to look at it. Isn't that how this gig economy works; got a problem, call a guy?
I seem to remember hearing tales of that's how it used to be. So in essence, we've come full circle.
However, my computer is just a Wi-Fi onramp to the internet. Since I've migrated all of the processes I use into the cloud, I can access and edit everything with my smartphone. I guess I'm now the epitome of what they call social mobile.
The 1980's upswing can be accounted for by noting that Carter managed a malaise, which created pent up demand in the economy, which the Reagan revolution released like a coiled spring or those comedic snakes that pop out after a gag can is opened. And the late nineties can by explained by too much money supply (low interest rates), causing a massive spending spree.
Being uninterested in either making lanyards or basket weaving (maybe it'd be fun, were it underwater), a contingent of us goes to the local Adult Center (retirement center) to use the weight machies, a rotating cohort accompany me, but since I initiated the protocol and am member in good standing, my attendance is a given, as it were, a fait accompli.
I like it. Resulting in a subdued euphoria, it gets the lactic acid out of my muscles. It also pumps much oxygen-rich blood to those same muscles. A definite win, win, win.
Those words were true during the Revolutionary times, as they are during any struggle for freedom, because without freedom our soul suffocates. As popularized in Good Will Hunting, Henry Ward Beecher opined '[L]iberty is the soul's right to breathe and, when it cannot take a long breath, laws are girded too tight. Without liberty, man is a syncope.' A syncope is someone given to fainting spells, or as I read it a zombie.
To synthesize the two previous statements, without liberty, man is reduced to a zombie, the walking dead. So it would seem that Henry is spot on, for without liberty, man is dead already.