Loop Beach
Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the sunny, mild, stunning, in more ways than one, island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this Wednesday morning, the 7th day of March, 2012, another gorgeous day on Cape, if you are into quiet long walks by yourself, on a calm, sunny winter’s day, exploring famous Loop Beach here in Cotuit, ‘where the ocean meets the wood’, where one, if one were so inclined, can walk for miles and miles on seemingly endless beaches from Ropes Beach to Oregon Beach, with a little Crocker’s Neck woodland preservation thrown in for good measure, taking the ‘time’ as it were to reflect on the important things in life, such as who won the ‘Super? Tuesday’ republican 10 state bonanza, that, like Donald Trump’s equally super show “The Apprentice”, kept me up to the wee hours, on the edge of my rocking chair all evening, blind faith at my side, secretly wondering if Meatloaf or Gary Busey were going to make the cut, (credit President Barack Obama at the White House correspondents dinner in 2011). Yes, last night (to those unfortunate or fortunate, depending on your perspective, enough to have stayed up for God knows how many hours covering this ridiculous, never ending republican bid for 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue… I hope you get some shut eye!) ten states in this fine union of OURS voted in the biggest primary of the year, with Ohio, Vermont, Massachusetts, Virginia and Alaska going for Mitt Romney, picking up the Lion’s share of delegates, well on his way with over 300, while Rick Santorum gained wins in Tennessee and North Dakota. Honorable mention goes out to old grumpy pants Newt Gingrich who picked up his home state of Georgia, gaining 17 delegates, with the deeper meaning being this stupid race is not nearly, not by a long shot, over, even though it IS (smart Irish money Intrade has Romney a shoe in at 89 percent), thus, the poor country will have to endure more of this nonsense while the world just keeps on revolving round and round and round and round, an infinite loop, if you will, that keeps playing the same song over and over and over again, screaming in a ‘Back to the Future’ kind of way–‘Read my lips, no new taxes!’–a famous catch phrase put out there way back in the year 1992, when George H. Bush told everyone, including myself, at a sold out U2 concert in Boston, LIVE at their ZOO TV tour in ‘92, as the crowd looked up at the tower of televisions stacked one on top of the other, seemingly to the sky, an image compiling an image of a GIANT, then candidate for President, Mr. George H. Bush, while the song ‘Angel of Harlem’ rang out as true as the night held the stars. It is surreal in a big way, as this nation’s moral compass swings violently back and forth–new puppet republican players hoping to take this country back in time, to a simpler day, a day when African-Americans did not have the right to vote. A day not that many moons ago, for it was on that day, March 7, 1965, that the Bloody Sunday march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama, the great state’s capital, took place. Martin Luther King, Jr. walked tall, as if God himself walked with him, and as he and many others endured the bloody, savage wrath of the police, beating the peaceful marchers back, it only proved to solidify his resolve, making him stronger, not weaker, with the nation watching, crying out FOUL, FOUL, FOUL! Today, we watch great men follow in his footsteps, men like Reverend Al Sharpton (host of Politics Nation, only on MSNBC, weeknights at six sharp), walk in those shoes of souls from the past, marching with tens of thousands of people, from ALL walks of LIFE, proving that even though ‘you took his life, you could not take his PRIDE’. WE know there is HOPE for this great country, asking that eternal question to our brothers on the other side of the aisle–do we not have eyes to see? God speed to the real heroes of this hurting nation, those marching in Alabama today and tomorrow in commemoration of the 1965 ‘Voting Rights Act’, moreover, for calling out, via this fifty mile march, culminating this weekend with a rally, these sinister proposals offered up now by 34 states that are meant to disenfranchise those same African-American voters who gained the right to vote only 47 years ago, not to mention poor elderly folks, students and that all important ‘down and out’ vote, you know those slipping beneath the cracks, many through no fault of their own, as you would be surprised how many homeless vets there may be sleeping on the streets, the same town you sleep so well at night Mitt old boy! Have a nice day everybody and thanks to all who read this blog, I sincerely appreciate it, as my book, “Taking Fog to Nantucket” will be out, God willing, this week, available on seacapecod.net and other sources, perhaps adding a little wrinkle to the mix, for the statement is true, you can’t judge a book by it’s cover… PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M
