I've been thinking much since the selection election about the blowhards and the blowmouths.
BEING A QUINTESSENCE
“His very faults were middling … It was not in his nature to be superlative in anything; unless, indeed, he was superlatively middling, the quintessential extract of mediocrity.”—George Eliot
Nasty. The train was expected to be superb. It was in merely a train.
Through the nose destiny has envy and hate. Things get up your nose.
Grasshopper is what Nancy drank. In short I want to get to the point. Doesn’t everybody? No. Not everybody nor every one.
A green drink.
Sweet, alcoholic, minty.
It screws and distracts.
Pretend. Pretentious. (Propaganda is theatered and facts weakened.)
Following the ‘p’s to the penultimate: preposterous and in the piddling end dissembling with a little bit here, a withholding there the disabling of true. True and truth are finally connected. Diluted. Subtracted. It’s a crying shame.
It is a lie. A lying shame. A game alike verses that sound.
The blow-mouths barely hardly notice. Don’t you see?
What did you hear back then? Can you tell us? Tell us.
(C) Copyright Edward Mycue Nov 22, 2024 Saturday 8:34pm in San Francisco then Nov. 24. 2024 3:15am Wednesday
The food, cooked by the best, always is heralded as "falling short". The man of most equanimity and fairness , always bellows "foul" when witnessing matters of import on the grid iron, the seclusive prophet of the book will emerge from his wind-swept cave to bless the bounties of the loving gathering that fate has gathered under the multitude of roofs on this wonderful day; Wonderful because of our want, humility, and gratitude. Thank you, Garrison
Thanks again, Garrison, for a great memory. I too played football in a single wing offense. I too used to yell at an appliance. I still can get angry over such inconsequential things. And yet there is a better man who holds all of this in a wider embrace.
For me, gratitude is coming to terms with all of me and all that I see in the world. It’s way more than being polite to family members. It’s making peace with all the unruly pieces of this life. Because I need to find that peace to be fully present, to be fully alive.
Yes, the cruel orange man beat the brown lady in the pantsuit. Who could believe that you and almost every other celebrity in the USA got it wrong? Get over it Garrison and do what you do best, which is tell a story. The sour grapes don't suit you.
I can't hope for another's success until I know what that success may entail. Uncle Don at Thanksgiving may have prayed his team would succeed, in a voluntary game of athletic skill and brutal physical domination. Our broader society includes instances of skill, brutality and domination, and my hopes for it -- just like my hopes for athletic competitions --are that everyone play as well as they can, and that nobody gets badly hurt. Life is a team effort, and I wish all participants could be winners. We may have to choose to change the rules.
Succeed at what? His success would involve a lot of suffering and the end of many good things, including our democracy. “If someone tells you who they are, believe them”.
Not getting us bankrupt, covering up energy scams or into WWIII, like the current guy is trying to do in his last days in office could be a thing to hope for…
The brown lady mopped the floor in the debate with the orange rapist, but just to stick it to the libs, people like you were willing to vote for the orange rapist despite the debate, despite the rape, despite his lies, despite his election denial, despite his crimes, despite his fraud, despite his racism, despite his white supremacy and despite the direct line from the Nazis to Joseph McCarthy to Roy Cohn to the cruel and corrupt Donald Trump. You didn't think celebrities and others would have anything to say about it? News flash: the whole world knows.
The second to the last paragraph touched me very deeply. I like how simply it was put. It was just natural that he took care of her because he loved her. And if I find my self in that position (unlikely, since I think I will go first), I too will take care of my wife because I love her.
And I also really liked your last paragraph. You packed a lot in there.
I believe the Constitution and the Senate will protect us. But I am not so confident in our judicial system. But I whole heartedly agree that "More we do not need." And I wish more Americans felt that way so that maybe it would make more room for empathy, compassion, and charity.
Happy Thanksgiving Garrision and see you in Galveston!!!
Hello Mr. Keillor - This was a nice sentimental piece today, reminiscent of what we, as children then, now call the "good ol' days". I was struck, at the end, by your call upon God to help Senators and judges deal with the likes of Donald the Cruel. and, at the same time, "Bless us (every one)"., parentheses added by me in a tip of the hat to Tiny Tim. I think it is a Chinese saying (wildly paraphrased here) that "sometimes gods are asleep and sometimes they are simply not paying attention". Therefore, in conclusion, I suggest that we all hedge our bets a little by remembering another saying, "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst." In this case the very, very worst that can be imagined.
How could it be Thanksgiving if someone didn't slip in a bit of politics to go with the football and risk ruining everything but, by the Grace of God, the faux pas fails. Praise the LORD!
Today our bachelor son is brining not one but two turkeys so that there will be plenty of leftovers to send home with everyone.
Tomorrow, my wife and I will get up early enough to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, if there is one, snug in our pajamas while sipping hot chocolate spiked with Disaronno.
Later, I will take a long walk along the river and count our blessings and then bring a can of Ocean Spray whole berry cranberry sauce to our son’s house for a late afternoon dinner, and my wife will bring a perfect pumpkin pie to our feast. Our single mother daughter will come join us along with our teenaged grandson and almost teenaged granddaughter. There will still be two chairs available around the table for a couple of last minute invited guests like we always traditionally include.
And although it’s been a long slog of a year mixed with some great joys and deep sorrows, we will thank our Heavenly Father through His Son, Jesus Christ, in the community of His Holy Spirit, One God forever and ever.
What a beautiful story. You made it feel like I was right there in the house with your family. Family is so important in times like this. Thank you for sharing as always. Have a great Thanksgiving.
There was a time in my life: divorced and missing my son, attending night law school, working full time, resulting in stress and sadness in a mind-numbing mix. The oasis in my life was Saturday night, when I would pull out my books and study with Prairie Home Companion running on the alternate mental track. Those two hours are some of the fondest in memory, and every time I read one of your amazing essays, I'm transported back there. Thank you, sir, for so much pleasure, illumination and inspiration over the years.
Thanks, Mr. Keillor, for your memories of Thanksgiving. We have to dig deeper this year to remember and appreciate the good times B.T. Thank goodness you are always ready to bring your stories to mind with kindness, gentle humor, and storytelling skill. Happy Thanksgiving! Wells+
I like this piece, Mr Keillor, very much.
I've been thinking much since the selection election about the blowhards and the blowmouths.
BEING A QUINTESSENCE
“His very faults were middling … It was not in his nature to be superlative in anything; unless, indeed, he was superlatively middling, the quintessential extract of mediocrity.”—George Eliot
Nasty. The train was expected to be superb. It was in merely a train.
Through the nose destiny has envy and hate. Things get up your nose.
Grasshopper is what Nancy drank. In short I want to get to the point. Doesn’t everybody? No. Not everybody nor every one.
A green drink.
Sweet, alcoholic, minty.
It screws and distracts.
Pretend. Pretentious. (Propaganda is theatered and facts weakened.)
Following the ‘p’s to the penultimate: preposterous and in the piddling end dissembling with a little bit here, a withholding there the disabling of true. True and truth are finally connected. Diluted. Subtracted. It’s a crying shame.
It is a lie. A lying shame. A game alike verses that sound.
The blow-mouths barely hardly notice. Don’t you see?
What did you hear back then? Can you tell us? Tell us.
(C) Copyright Edward Mycue Nov 22, 2024 Saturday 8:34pm in San Francisco then Nov. 24. 2024 3:15am Wednesday
Thank you, Mr. Keillor. My sentiments exactly.
We sang "Now Thank We All Our God" at a Lutern church last Sunday. Thanks for singing with us!
The food, cooked by the best, always is heralded as "falling short". The man of most equanimity and fairness , always bellows "foul" when witnessing matters of import on the grid iron, the seclusive prophet of the book will emerge from his wind-swept cave to bless the bounties of the loving gathering that fate has gathered under the multitude of roofs on this wonderful day; Wonderful because of our want, humility, and gratitude. Thank you, Garrison
“He wanted to talk about exodus, mainly his own.” My favorite line of yours today. So much captured in just a few words. Thank you.
I agree Steve. I laughed out loud. Maybe because I’ve been there on occasion.
I had not seen this comment and just sent pretty much the same one . Sorry for the duplication but happy with the agreement .
Thanks again, Garrison, for a great memory. I too played football in a single wing offense. I too used to yell at an appliance. I still can get angry over such inconsequential things. And yet there is a better man who holds all of this in a wider embrace.
For me, gratitude is coming to terms with all of me and all that I see in the world. It’s way more than being polite to family members. It’s making peace with all the unruly pieces of this life. Because I need to find that peace to be fully present, to be fully alive.
Yes, the cruel orange man beat the brown lady in the pantsuit. Who could believe that you and almost every other celebrity in the USA got it wrong? Get over it Garrison and do what you do best, which is tell a story. The sour grapes don't suit you.
You’d think he’d be praying for Trump to succeed, but he’s taking a lesser road…
I can't hope for another's success until I know what that success may entail. Uncle Don at Thanksgiving may have prayed his team would succeed, in a voluntary game of athletic skill and brutal physical domination. Our broader society includes instances of skill, brutality and domination, and my hopes for it -- just like my hopes for athletic competitions --are that everyone play as well as they can, and that nobody gets badly hurt. Life is a team effort, and I wish all participants could be winners. We may have to choose to change the rules.
Succeed at what? His success would involve a lot of suffering and the end of many good things, including our democracy. “If someone tells you who they are, believe them”.
Not getting us bankrupt, covering up energy scams or into WWIII, like the current guy is trying to do in his last days in office could be a thing to hope for…
Harris is far more than a brown lady in a pantsuit. And Trump is far worse than a cruel orange man.
A majority of voters and often the mainstream press put them on an even playing field. And that was disastrous.
The brown lady mopped the floor in the debate with the orange rapist, but just to stick it to the libs, people like you were willing to vote for the orange rapist despite the debate, despite the rape, despite his lies, despite his election denial, despite his crimes, despite his fraud, despite his racism, despite his white supremacy and despite the direct line from the Nazis to Joseph McCarthy to Roy Cohn to the cruel and corrupt Donald Trump. You didn't think celebrities and others would have anything to say about it? News flash: the whole world knows.
There has been no prosecution for rape…
As you should know, a jury found that he was liable for sexual assault.
He was not commit rape according to that verdict, as YOU should know and this civil case is currently under appeal…
Your Russian accent is shining through again.
Do you charge Trump rent or do you let him live in your head rent-free? There’s plenty of empty room there, pal…
Thank you Garrison.
The second to the last paragraph touched me very deeply. I like how simply it was put. It was just natural that he took care of her because he loved her. And if I find my self in that position (unlikely, since I think I will go first), I too will take care of my wife because I love her.
And I also really liked your last paragraph. You packed a lot in there.
I believe the Constitution and the Senate will protect us. But I am not so confident in our judicial system. But I whole heartedly agree that "More we do not need." And I wish more Americans felt that way so that maybe it would make more room for empathy, compassion, and charity.
Happy Thanksgiving Garrision and see you in Galveston!!!
Hello Mr. Keillor - This was a nice sentimental piece today, reminiscent of what we, as children then, now call the "good ol' days". I was struck, at the end, by your call upon God to help Senators and judges deal with the likes of Donald the Cruel. and, at the same time, "Bless us (every one)"., parentheses added by me in a tip of the hat to Tiny Tim. I think it is a Chinese saying (wildly paraphrased here) that "sometimes gods are asleep and sometimes they are simply not paying attention". Therefore, in conclusion, I suggest that we all hedge our bets a little by remembering another saying, "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst." In this case the very, very worst that can be imagined.
How could it be Thanksgiving if someone didn't slip in a bit of politics to go with the football and risk ruining everything but, by the Grace of God, the faux pas fails. Praise the LORD!
And may God bless us all, EVERYONE!
Today our bachelor son is brining not one but two turkeys so that there will be plenty of leftovers to send home with everyone.
Tomorrow, my wife and I will get up early enough to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, if there is one, snug in our pajamas while sipping hot chocolate spiked with Disaronno.
Later, I will take a long walk along the river and count our blessings and then bring a can of Ocean Spray whole berry cranberry sauce to our son’s house for a late afternoon dinner, and my wife will bring a perfect pumpkin pie to our feast. Our single mother daughter will come join us along with our teenaged grandson and almost teenaged granddaughter. There will still be two chairs available around the table for a couple of last minute invited guests like we always traditionally include.
And although it’s been a long slog of a year mixed with some great joys and deep sorrows, we will thank our Heavenly Father through His Son, Jesus Christ, in the community of His Holy Spirit, One God forever and ever.
Amen!
Fascism vs. democracy ≠ politics
Happy Thanksgiving, Dana! ❤️🦃❤️
Same to you!
Amen.
What a beautiful story. You made it feel like I was right there in the house with your family. Family is so important in times like this. Thank you for sharing as always. Have a great Thanksgiving.
There was a time in my life: divorced and missing my son, attending night law school, working full time, resulting in stress and sadness in a mind-numbing mix. The oasis in my life was Saturday night, when I would pull out my books and study with Prairie Home Companion running on the alternate mental track. Those two hours are some of the fondest in memory, and every time I read one of your amazing essays, I'm transported back there. Thank you, sir, for so much pleasure, illumination and inspiration over the years.
Thanks, Mr. Keillor, for your memories of Thanksgiving. We have to dig deeper this year to remember and appreciate the good times B.T. Thank goodness you are always ready to bring your stories to mind with kindness, gentle humor, and storytelling skill. Happy Thanksgiving! Wells+
A beautiful time-machine that somehow calmed the digital age for some minutes of good read! Thanks Garrison.
Thank you Mr. Keillor. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.