It is March 2nd already, almost a month since my last blog. The pinnacle of my winter is past now, I’ve just returned from my annual pilgrimage to the Fisher Poet’s Gathering in Astoria Oregon. As usual the event was wonderful, reading and listening to the work of over ninety of us, an affirmation of our blue collar love of the sea, the environmental and political issues and the simple raw passion of being on and near the water. The drive down this year seemed long and tedious, with several detours on the roads and an expired passport, but it is all over now with more fond memories filed away.
I’ve managed to bring home some insidious virus and I’m not feeling particularly energetic. I’m sitting here in my bunny slippers with a schnozzy nose and bleary eyes so this blog will not hold any creative considerations or polemic perspectives.
In my last blog, ‘The Cowboy Jihad’ was written only with available information, which I confessed at the time. There has since been a lot more digging on the subject among myself and my peers. While in Astoria I managed to share brunch with a lady who has an intimate knowledge of the Burns and Malheur Lake areas in Oregon. There is a very different slant to the story when taken from a local perspective. It seems that the radical ranchers who came from various other states to establish the standoff with the feds were not much welcomed by local folks. The community was/is harshly divided, schools were closed as the event heated up, the National Guard was on standby. Apparently the general local consensus was that folks just wanted these outsiders to go back to their home ranches, pay up their overdue taxes and range lease fees (The arrears total many millions) and let the residents of the epicentre get on with their disrupted lives. Many of the facts we received through the media are grossly slanted or blatant lies.
I am a Canadian and a US insurrection is none of my business so long as I can cross through my neighbouring country without being shot or imprisoned without just cause. There are plenty of issues here at home to poke my beak into. My resolve is to maintain and inspire the value of a questioning mind and to
be aware. For example, two days ago when boarding the ferry M.V. Coho for the crossing to Victoria, I reviewed the Canada Customs form I was handed. I noted that items like switchblade knives and bear spray are “prohibited.” Hand guns are “restricted.” What the hell?
All I want to do is go sailing. The muddy waters of our own greed, apathy and resulting misgovernment are leading us into our own figurative Ides. For me, it’s all reason enough to move along and just be, instead trying to make sense of things. If I can’t be part of the solution then I am part of the problem.
“Political language… is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.”
8 thoughts on “The Ides Of March”
Congratulations on your newfound fame! The smile on your face says it all – looks like the trip was well worth it. Sorry about the resulting virus, hope it goes away soon.
I LOVE that bicycle on the beach photo, it’s gorgeous and very effective.
Thank you. The virus is insidious and won’t go away but I’ll survive.
Hopefully I’ll be up and bounding about soon. For the moment I’m too weak to leave the house. Snot funny!
Wot! And no surprise appearance at the poet’s gathering by Trump?
I think the clown convention was in California.
Funny…I found this blog when I typed “Ides of March” into a Google window.
I love that photo of the bicycle on the beach. I’ve posted it on my blog: http://midlifecycling.blogspot.com/2016/03/the-journey-and-destination-of-my-rides.html
I came across your blog when I typed “Ides of March” into a Google window.
That photo of the bike on the beach is gorgeous. I posted it to my own blog (and credited you, of course): http://midlifecycling.blogspot.com/2016/03/the-journey-and-destination-of-my-rides.html
I came across this blog when I typed “Ides of March” into a Google bar.
That photo of the bike on the beach is gorgeous. I posted it on my blog: http://midlifecycling.blogspot.com/2016/03/the-journey-and-destination-of-my-rides.html
Well hello velo! So nice to meet you. Interestingly, in my blog I failed to mentioned the fat-tired bike I noticed in a shop in Astoria… perfectly suited to the design flaws of this Rubenesque old sea dog. The stunning thing was the price of $5500. US which translates to over $7500. CDN. Now that’s a lot of spokes to wobble off up the beach in quest of a beer! (Or is that a can of gluten?)
I like your blog and will put up a link from mine.