Democracy Has One Big Problem

In response to a YouTube video called Rules for Rulers, Patrick responded on 16 Nov ‘ 16:

Pretty good video.  But democracy has one big problem.

If you can keep people dumb with entertainment, and make them think  what you want, you control everything without giving true rewards in proportion to the value of the normal person – if they can’t think, they won’t get what they want or need, but will blame it on somebody else.

It’s like dictating what you have to think.

Oh well, I don’t know why the mob prefers football to understanding life a little bit.

 

Patrick and Ivonne Relaxing

Here’s a sweet picture that Ivonne sent recently, the two of them relaxing in Valldemossa.

Relaxing Together

By the way, we are trying to sell the black/white drawing in the background, the one above Ivonne’s left shoulder.

With Whatever Love for Life that Is Left to Me, I Will Seek …

Found in my e-mail, this was part of a collection of things Patrick sent me called “You Never Know.” This segment is dated 19 April 2006.

My first impulse when Stephanie died was to dump everything – after 29 years together, the accumulated baggage was overwhelming. Not only physical objects – the house was full of papers, clothing, furniture – but memories, in the form of thousands of photos and such simple things as the arrangement of towels on the rack.

One month after she was buried, after showering I still lowered the head of the shower to the height she preferred. Continue reading “With Whatever Love for Life that Is Left to Me, I Will Seek …”

Heading to Coos Bay, Oregon

Patrick and Lee traveled to Oregon after high school. Here’s a story fragment about the experience. He references the Seventh Day Adventist religious group, but he’s actually describing the Jehovah’s Witnesses, a different Christian sect. The fragment is from a collection called You Never Know that Patrick sent me on 11 Aug ’15.

South of Eureka, a van distributing bakery goods picked us up.

“Where you headed?”

“Coos Bay.”

“You’re in luck. Hop in.”

The driver turned out to be a map freak, and when we told him where we had come from, he knew the names of the highways and Continue reading “Heading to Coos Bay, Oregon”