Peace Woman

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SciFi

Science fiction?

Think again.

So
When all the grannies
Admit defeat …
The field will be clear
For …

Exercising proprietary upmanship?
Hum?

How about restitution?

How about copyright fees? What happened to old Granny’s share for all her unpaid work all those years?

What … Folly?

Not so fast
She mustn’t …
Granny having a foreign affair!
Noooooooo …
Cannot be so!

Who gets the boot?

What?

And those who will not
Admit defeat that is …
Pills my dear

Pills?

Watson, pills

As is …

Don’t forget to read the labels … And the disclaimers … And the guarantees …
Adequacy

“Pay close attention to what the doctor tells you … “That is what my old granny always advised.
“Health Canada cannot guarantee the accuracy, timeliness and completeness of this information.”

And … No crying over that spoiled Devon Cream … Just clean up the mess … oh yes … and pay Granny for her contributions.

What

Freedom to build bombs?
Employment for
Those jobless workers

Support for orphans?

And out from the shadows
More orphans were creeping
How many were there Granny asks
And from where did they come?

Freedom to compete
Education otherwise
Go for the prize
The rare old prize
The ultimate pay-forward
No time to think
The pay-back time
May never come

The onus
Onus on poverty-striken and powerless to prove that the world has not treated them fairly … It is not the poor who create the rules and designate the gate-keepers, who empower the CEOs. It is not the poor who earn the six-figure incomes needed to afford the lawyers and accountants and financial advisors and all their trappings.

Accountability?
Hmmmmm

Obligation?
Hm

Compliance?
Hm

Disclosure?
Hm

Edgar Who did you say?

Subject to change without notice
“Without prior notice
No guarantee
Accuracy,
Suitability,
Timeliness … Time …
May contain error
Hm
No Liability
Enter at your own risk

Sweet contract huh?
Why so secret
Why …
What …
What else
No need read
No need know
No need think
No need ask
Just sign here
Is what the man says

And those grannies too?
Did they sign?
Paid?
How much?
How long?
Was it worth it?

Ask the shareholders

Ever wonder
The cost of peace
In Canada where
Loonies and toonies
Tip the scales
Toward the Land of the Free
And the home of the brave
Where justice topples
The American buck
Like a feather
So we compare
After all is said
Done for us
Done to us
Done in our name
Done without our consent
Or with it
What price have we paid
For those years
The promise of security
The promise of peace
What price

By the way … Joking aside … all those frequent flyer points … the grannies just might reconsider …

Submission rules? Which is what?

Give Granny just one good reason

To?

Sing … Like Helen Reddy? “I am woman let me”. …ROR?

Visit the salt mines of Soledar?

… So grannies might want to experience Ukraine Peace

Enlightenment

New Dawn

New Dawn … This has absolutely nothing to do with sundance.  It  is about reaching for  your own share of  sunshine   and avoiding that which is harmful to self and others.

Grannies possess a mysterious and ageless beauty that words don’t reach. Each Granny has her own unique kind of beauty.

Some beautiful grannies links:

Beautiful Granny

Beautiful Granny in Mexico.

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Beautiful Granny in Spain.

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How Do I Find Peace?

How Do I find Peace?
 
What do I Do?
Do I try to understand, do I ask for clarification? 
Do I do nothing and say nothing?
 
I prefer not to listen to vicious accusations.
I prefer not to listen to drunken babble.
I am unable to communicate with anyone whose brain is muddied with drugs or other addictions.
 
Do I do nothing? Do I say nothing?  Do I walk away?
 
My phone number is in the book, I say, call me anytime before 9:00 in the morning, we’ll make plans to get together. Every morning I wait. The call never comes.
 
Whatever I do I risk discrimination.
 
When I was young I was always there with a helping hand and a kind heart and a receptive ear.  All my life I paid forward.  I expected no guaranteed return, hoping that honesty and kindness would reap a good life and a loving family and a strong community. I was so often surprised and occasionally dismayed to discover that that is not how life works.
 
I am getting too old to fight anyone else’s battles or solve anyone else’s problems or even to sooth anyone’s imagined slights.
 
For my own peace of mind I turn around and walk away.