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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.

LOVE

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.”

PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS!
Peace~M

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