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Sea Cape Cod by Michael Mosier

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December 25, 2016

A Christmas promise…

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 8:37 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the golden sun laden, mild, still, silent, sacred island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours on a still, quiet,  quintessential  Christmas morning, The Twenty-Fifth Day of December, 2016. The dawn’s promise shone brightly a few moments ago, with the amber, mystical glow emanating from the east;  seagulls flying high above my deck, overlooking beautiful Hyannis Harbor. The streets of Pleasant and South quiet, devoid of human activity, a graceful nod to the LOVE represented in a day like this one…

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from your friend at Sea Cape Cod!


December 23, 2016

“Good Grief!”

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 7:32 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the dark, soon to be light, mild, quite early island of Nantucket! Great to be with you before the dawn, ‘down of the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor; broadcasting LIVE on this Friday, The Twenty-Third Day of December, 2016.  With only two ’shopping days’ left before the big day of Christmas!  Way, way, way back in the ancient year of 1965, Charles Schultz, creator of blessed, beloved “The Peanuts’, came out with an animated special that many still cherish to this day. Here is a quote from Charlie Brown’s best friend, Linus Van Pelt, after he heard this from his pal who was lamenting on the torture he received from his peers regarding his ’small’, little Christmas tree… Have a great Christmas week end y’all!

“I guess they were right Linus, I shouldn’t have picked this little tree. Everything I do turns into disaster. I guess I don’t really know what Christmas is all about. Is there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?”

Linus: “Sure Charlie Brown, I can tell you what Christmas is all about.”

(light please…)

“And there were in the same country, shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. An lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were so afraid. And the angel said to them, ‘Fear Not!’

(Linus drops his security blanket on purpose…)

“…For behold, I bring to you good tidings of great Joy! Which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger.”

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying,
‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men…’

(Linus picks up his blanket and walks towards his friend…)

“…that’s what Christmas is all about Charlie Brown”


December 18, 2016

Jelly-of-the-month club?

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 12:43 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the cloud covered, drying, balmy and quite breezy island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours once again on this blustery, warm day here on the little strip of sand that ‘time’ let be. Broadcasting LIVE from ‘down on the docks’, the lonely docks, of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor. Today, for those living under a rock, is Sunday, The Eighteenth Day of December, 2016, you’re welcome for that information, we’ll bill ya!

Depending upon what ‘media’ one is giving their undivided attention, affection and acknowledgement to, you may be soaked in the love named Christmas spirit. Or, conversely, you may not. Satellite love if you please; a sad replacement for the real thing, don’t you think?

The Spirit this ‘time’ of year offers is a gift that keeps on giving all year long, a present within ‘the jelly of the month club…, just ask “Clark Griswold”, (Chevy Chase in the classic holiday film, circa 1989, “Christmas Vacation”), he’ll ya!

“…hey, if any of you are looking for any last minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I’d like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people, and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look at him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no good, snake licking, dirt eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood sucking, dog kissing, brainless, dick-less, fat ass, bug eyed, stiff legged, spotty lipped, worm headed sack of monkey $hit he is! Hallelujah! Holy Shit! Where’s the Tylenol?”


“Where do think you’re going? Nobody’s leaving! Nobody’s walking out on this fun, old fashioned family Christmas! No, no. We’re all in this together. This is a full blown, four alarm holiday emergency here! We’re gonna press on and we’re gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap danced with Danny fucking Kaye! And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down the chimney tonight, he’s gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse!”


December 14, 2016

The real reason…

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 1:51 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the golden sun laden, calm, cool, colorful island of Nantucket! Good to be with you on this glorious Wednesday–High Noon–‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole historic and quite haunted Hyannis Harbor, The Fourteenth Day of December, 2016. Another gorgeous day on this little piece of sand that ‘time’ let be presently… Once again, in this hurried, ever busy and bustling,  sacred ‘time’ of year, please keep this in mind, the ONE thing that really matters.


The real reason for “Christmas” in the first place….

Back in the rather dark year of 1946, one year after the ‘war to end all wars’ concluded, a motion picture was released that turned the world on it’s head, turning out to be a classic, one for all ‘time’…  Time less if you please.  Proving once and for all that old Liam Neeson, Ireland’s favorite son, (world famous night club comic and part time actor in the cesspool Hollywood has de-volved into), was correct; “time” does not really exist. For LOVE is eternal. Always was and always will be. Indeed, a point spearheaded by one of this nation’s greatest actor’s, Jimmy Stewart. Costarring with the mystical, magical, beautiful Donna Reed, his point echoes to this day around the ‘big, blue spinning ball, via an old Hollywood gem, one her greatest works;

“It’s a Wonderful Life”…

Here is a quote from that movie that pretty much sums it up in this current world of greed, power, compartmentalization; cunning, corrupt ‘leaders’ and ‘businessmen’…

Have a wonderful day y’all!

“…Just a minute … just a minute. Hold on Mr. Potter. You’re right when you say my father was no businessman. I know that. Why he ever started this cheap, penny-ante Building and Loan I’ll never know. But neither you nor anyone else can say anything about his character. Because his whole life was…why, in the 25 years since he and his brother, Uncle Billy, started this thing, he never once thought of himself. Isn’t that right, Uncle Billy? He didn’t save enough money to send Harry away to college, let alone me. But he did help a few people get out of your slums, Mr. Potter, and what’s wrong with that?  Why…here, you’re all businessmen here. Doesn’t it make them better citizens? Doesn’t it make them better customers? You…you said…what did you say a minute ago? They had to wait and save they’re money before they even ought to think of a decent home. Wait? Wait for what?!! Until they’re children grow up and leave them? Until they’re so old and broken down they… Do you know how long it takes a working man to save $5000? Just remember this Mr. Potter, that this rabble you are talking about…they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn’t think so. People were human beings to him. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they’re cattle. Well, in my (mind) book, my father died a much richer man than you will ever be.

Mr. Potter: “I’m not interested in your book”.

The ghost of Jimmy Stewart: “You will be.”


December 12, 2016

“…are you ‘he’ sir.”

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 10:37 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the driving rain soaked, howling wind driven, balmy, ever beckoning island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours on this made for a duck kind of day here on a little sand bar that “time” let be.  It is The Twelfth Day of December, 2016, Monday by all accounts; broadcasting LIVE once again from the wilds of an ancient land the Wampanoug once honored. loved and served; true stewards of Terra, not ‘owners’ of “it”. Here’s hoping your holiday plans are coming together smoothly; smooth as silk, just the incoming presidential administration, busy wrapping up the ‘thank you’ tour and putting all the pieces together in a puzzle that has become the Executive in ‘the land of the free and home of the brave’?

Hard to say what’s next in the world of politics, a game this humble reporter left long ago. Akin to realizing ‘Santa’ is spirit, the ghosts of Washington D.C. and the puppets who do ‘it’s’ bidding does not appeal.  That town needs and enema, and may just be visited by three ghosts this Christmas. The ghosts of Christmas past, present and future all looming large on the streets of K and Pennsylvania… Who knows what that scary, spooky, resentful future ghost has up his sleeve. Programming for dogs and cats on the old TV machine?

“…you know what they say about treating people badly on your way up don’t you?”

“…yeah, you get to treat them badly on the way down too, it’s great, you get two chances to rough them up!”

(credit: The 1988 film “Scrooged”; starring Bill Murray and Karen Allen, in a classic remake of Charles Dickens’ masterpiece, “A Christmas Carol”.  A message that may save your life one day…)

“…if only I could fire that poor son of a bitch!”


December 4, 2016

“Lost in Space”

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 2:22 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the peek-a-boo bright sun lit, white clouded, crisp, colorfully caroling island of Nantucket! Good to be with you and yours on this Sunday, ‘High Noon’, The Fourth Day of December, 2016; broadcasting LIVE once again ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor. Quite a day for the folks in Falmouth, where the annual Christmas Parade is winding down those hallowed streets of that first town on Cape, the largest one of it’s kind in southeastern Massachusetts!  So if you hurry, you can gas up the old Gulf Stream, or Lear, and just make it in time for some eggnog, spiked heavily of course with your favorite bourbon.  Jim Beam no doubt, or perhaps some Jack?

U.S. president -elect Donald Trump was busy this past week on his ‘tanks for nuttin’ tour of this tattered nation, with some clips provided below for your reading pleasure. Have a nice day everyone, hoping against hope that the commercialization of this blessed time of year does not bring you down… Instead may it find you looking up to witness a brilliant red Cardinal singing in the Linden, opening up the heart once again to what is truly important and what is most clearly not…

“Hey yous’ crazy American kids! I don’t want to make this a whole victory lap kind of thing, but hey, why the heck fire not?  Am I a winner or am I a winner?  You be the judge Greg!  I have said it before and I will say it again, Donald Trump rules!  I rock.   No, really, I do, look it up. At least that is what the memo said from the Vatican and the Order of the Garter. Who knew it went that deep? Oh, you don’t know what I am talking about and ‘dat, my friends, is for good reason. You see, there is ‘dis ‘ting called ‘da Illuminate, you know, ‘da guys who are in charge of ‘dis whole New World Order and rule your life from behind the proverbial curtain.  Kinda like ‘dat whole Wizard of Oz bit, but ‘dis here power is for REAL!  I mean ‘dis thing that has been going on for years!  As a businessman first and foremost, I feel it is my duty to bring to your attention your coming micro apartments, more GMO in your ‘balanced’ diets, more chemicals in the sky, an increase in ‘dat sodium fluoride in the drinking water, with some Lithium thrown in for good measure, coming food and water shortages and lots and lots of them friendly foreign UN troops milling about your town hall. We will make America great again, what’ that?  No, no, no, get him the hell out of here, jeez! You think ‘deez idiots would have some more self respect, dignity, finally giving up, surrendering to the reality of their new boss, king really, did you not SEA the new “Economist Magazine” cover for 2017?  Chilling!  Come on!  I just hate haters, don’t you?  I ask you good people here tonight, why are they so hell bent on destroying this here beautiful win of a very great man who deserves his day in the sun?  Am I right or am I right? There are going to be some big changes that many are going to find irritating or just down right monstrous. But, rest assured, when the RFID chips are finally accepted, MK Ultra manipulated into “the norm”, you can bet your bottom dollar, that will be worthless soon, by the way, yeah, you can bet your bottom dollar that the American sheep will line up at their local Walmart begging on their hands and knees for them.  Because after all, conformity is your strength and cowardice your weakness. I know that makes no sense folks, I never said I was a poet. The point is, you will do what you are told by way of our fabulous media circus that keeps you all blind, deaf and dumb to what is truly going down around this ‘big, blue spinning ball’ out in space. Lost in Space is what you people are! But thank you for voting for me all the same, even if this job is a moot point. I used to love that show, “Lost in Space”, when I was just a lad. “Danger Will Robinson, Danger!” Yeah, ‘dat wacky robot, he always made me laugh… If only they knew about AI, artificial intelligence, back ‘den! Dr. Smith would have been crapping in his pants, just like your idiots will be when you find out just how much we really know about you and your family.  So, in closing, expect a lot more tweets and fewer of these face to face deals, because, quite frankly, I can’t stand being around a bunch of low life hillbillies reeking of stale beer and cotton candy.  A man can only take so much.  Trump out!”



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