15 year Olds In Power

Last week I was sitting in the car parked at the curb near a store in Jamestown while Beth was inside shopping. As I perused a road atlas a black woman walked on the sidewalk nearby with a white teenager on a bicycle, the boy about 15 years old in my estimate. As the woman stood near the store, looking away, the boy approached the car and motioned for my attention. As the engine was turned off and the power window was inoperable, I cracked the door open a few inches and asked him his business. He replied,“I have something for you” as he reached into his jacket and withdrew his middle finger. He smirked as I impulsively said, “you are a stupid shit and don’t even know it”, then closed the door. He continued to provoke me, saying he wanted to fight or some such words. I opened the door and exited as he backpedaled down the sidewalk, telling him to come back, that “here I am”. The always silent black woman continued to walk away as I reentered the car, telling the boy to “get out of here punk” as I also called to the woman, “ and you hang around with this guy”? As I returned to the atlas, the boy returned to the opposite side of the car trying to provoke me further. I shook my head and continued reading, and he left. ...Now we have a president who uploads crude videos of himself dumping 'sludge' on protesters, and a vice president who excuses the vile, hateful comments of adults as “boys will be boys”, and a speaker of the house who does his best to delay the release of pedophile files. Yes, boys will be boys and grown men who have no moral compass will do all they can to justify and perpetuate their juvenile, corrupt behavior. What is particularly disturbing is the legions of supporters who refuse to acknowledge the character flaws-assuming that the good things the administration is attempting, such as peace in the mideast- justify all the other lapses. Bill Maher stated recently that “not all Republicans are racist, but if a person is a racist, odds are that that person is a Republican.” ...I have lived long enough and read enough history to know that human nature is a complicated beast and that civilizations come and go as despots and less selfish people fight for dominance. Mr. Putin has sacrificed a million men on his delusion of empire, never fighting on the frontline nor recognizing that humanity is one species floating on an island in space- and that national borders are an unfortunate fiction. History is full of such violent, egotistical men and their enablers forging humanitys violent history. When there is no recourse but for tolerant, peaceful people to fight-as I was provoked-the reasons they fight are wholly different from the people whom they oppose. Good versus Evil we say, each side defining the terms as they see them. So there is something inevitable about the present polarization among Americans and among many people around the world; human nature repeats itself. Jane Goodall even hypothesized that warfare may have been instrumental in the development of our brains, requiring cooperation to annihilate all competing species.But when people endorse all manner of oppression and violence in the name of God or some other chosen reason, better people must resist. ...Readers of this blog have heard me say that humanity is a very immature species, and I define maturity as recognizing the unity of all of Creation and the intrinsic loving, tolerant nature of what we call ‘God’. Anything other than acceptance and reverence for the tremendous diversity of Nature and all organisms and people removes us from the ideal that represents that spiritual, loving ‘Godhead’. I look around and see many people, even good people so far as they are able to see, show their blindness and inability to embrace ideas larger than their immediate world. Propaganda and peer pressure direct them.Religion directs them. Fear and predjudice direct them. Subconscious influences direct them. So genetics, culture, childhood and all of the above make us toddlers to teens to adults. This awareness, or lack thereof reveals the profound responsibility we have to save or destroy ourselves and the planet; as the current divisions show, I am not convinced we are up to that challenge...UPDATE 11/10/25- Mr. Trump has pardoned more people associated with the 2020 attempt to overthrow our election. Here is my email to my state senators: >"President Trump has pardoned dozens of people who allegedly tried to overturn the outcome of the 2020 presidential election, including those who were named as alternative state electors to certify the results."...so the USA sinks into 3rd world status where every conviction by an independent jury can be negated by a single man-even a corrupt, partisan man uninterested in truth and genuine justice. And You, Mr, McCormick,along with the supreme court, have been complicit in this continuing decline of our constitutional process.<

Autumn

The landscape is acquiring its late autumn cloak as the rain and wind have dropped many leaves,although a few trees and entire hillsides still show the rusty, golden bronze of the season. Fleabane and clover are some of the few blossoms remaining, but the cooler air will likely kill any insects that could utilize the nectar within them. I had to wear a heavier jacket while walking today-the first time since spring. The coming of winter is welcomed by Beth, although I am not so enamored of the season, so we compromise by waiting until January to head south. The first snowfall in Warren is usually by the middle of November.

Update on Salamanca Drought

1 and 1/2 inches of rain last night refilled some of the pond in New York near the Seneca Indian reservation. The first picture shows the puddle from which I had netted fish to transfer them to the larger pond back in September.It has refilled somewhat but now is lifeless as the closeup shows. The pond and it's feeder stream were rejunvenated overnight and dozens of fish rushed back to the pond when they saw me approach.I can only hope one of them was one of the sunfish I had released there a month ago. So...the drought took its toll and now nature renews herself and Creation goes on.

Kinzua Dam Drought

The drought locally continues into it's 4th month, with some rain forecast for tonight and next week, but it will require steady downpours to replenish the Kinzua reservoir. For perspective, the small sign on the two telephone poles in the second picture-enlarged but blurry in the third picture-indicates the water level during hurricane Agnes in 1972.

Protest

We attended the 'No Kings' protest in Warren today, which had a respectable 300 plus turnout at it's peak-not bad for a small town comprised mostly of Republicans. Many more people honked and waved as they drove past, with only a few people giving us the finger or thumbs down. The latter people are not accustomed to being in the minority around here, and I think such protests are helpful to Democrats by reminding them that they are not alone. We have no illusions of changing anyones mind, although if administration policies start affecting people personally they might question some of their beliefs. BTW-No 'antifa', 'hamas' or 'America haters' here- despite Republican propoganda.

Reunion

Family, friends and acquaintances had a reunion at the Orchard View Swim club in Schnecksville, PA two months ago, where we celebrated the good memories of our childhoods. Childhood friends occupy an intimate place in our minds that people we meet later in life do not, for the honest, immature brain connects emotionally rather than intellectually, and those bonds form memories uncomplicated and pure. The pool was built in an empty field only a few hundred yards to the rear of our house when I was five years old, so my siblings and I spent many hours swimming recreationally and on the competitive team that swam against other clubs from the Allentown area. Some of the people in the picture were close neighbors and close friends so we played football and capture the flag and camped out and did other things that kids do. In retrospect I consider myself to have had an idyllic childhood roaming through the fields chasing insects and fishing and feeling unconditionally loved and accepted by my parents and siblings. In later life I learned that a secure childhood was not the experience of many people, so I thank my parents and fate for having born me into those circumstances. Most of the people in the picture concur that Schnecksville was a wonderful place to have grown up during a time when children played freely until dusk without fear of violence and without the overly structured childhoods and internet related problems that seem to burden modern children. It was a golden age in my memory at least. Time of course has formed many new lines on our faces and some bulges on the belly, which prompted me to joke to one of the young lifeguards sitting nearby- “...just think, in fifty years you too can look like this!” And we all hoped that their memories would be as pleasant.