This is how ” BunkerBitch ” readied the stage for his Photo Op where he was photographed standing in front of a Church he doesn’t attend, whose tenets he does not hold to waving around book he doesn’t read.
This is the Reverend Gini Gerbasi, she was one of the people who had every right to be where they were and they had every right to do what they were doing when BunkerBitch ordered the military to attack US citizens who were in the midst of a peaceful protest BEFORE curfew.
Not only did we witness the ” President ” aka BunkerBitch attack US Citizens so that he could get a campaign ad queued up- what he did on that day can only be best described by a former Bush Advisor:
Trump’s Bible walk to church was an act of ‘sacrilege,’ says former Bush advisor
Among the pictures fires and looting this picture of Trump should always and I mean forever and always be connected with the worst aspects and behaviors that the destructive individuals brought to what are peaceful protests for a George Floyd whose life was taken from him in the most brutal of ways.
Today I was inspired by Jim’s prompt ” Spice it up ” to choose a song that is a little more earthy, a little bit darker then songs about sweet, warm and inviting spices.
Hellhound by Robert Johnson is a song about a man who is being chased by demons- one way to ward them off ( for a little while ) was to sprinkle hot foot powder at his door.
Hot foot powder consisted of chili powder, pepper, salt and chili flakes and this mixture was suppose to keep evil from crossing into your home.
It certainly sounds like it could do the trick and you can actually buy hot foot powder on line.
But like most folklore, a lot of these stories, have roots in reality. Like this song, though not in the way you might assume.
Recently I saw a documentary about Robert Johnson on Netflix and one of the stories they told about this song was to keep this in mind: Robert Johnson’s stepfather was lynched and that this song, when looked at through that lens tells a truly hellacious tale.
This song is a song about the fear of being chase into an endless night by a lynch mob and bloodhounds.
One side note I heard in the documentary was that sometimes peppers and chili powder were used in the hope of throwing the bloodhounds off of your scent.
So I would recommend listening to this song and letting the references about Hellhounds and a tortured soul chasing each through a cemetery, maybe a forest play across your mind. It’s going to be very Halloween-ish and safe.
But if you dare, imagine for just a few minutes you are Robert Johnson recording this song in Texas in 1937- and what images he had in mind as he sang it.
[Verse 1] I got to keep movin’, I got to keep movin‘ Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail Umm mmm mmm mmm Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail And the days keeps on worryin’ me There’s a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail
[Verse 2] If today was Christmas Eve, if today was Christmas Eve And tomorrow was Christmas Day If today was Christmas Eve and tomorrow was Christmas Day Aw, wouldn’t we have a time, baby? All I would need my little sweet rider Just to pass the time away, huh huh, to pass the time away
[Verse 3] You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm mmm, around my door All around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder all around your daddy’s door, hmm hmm hmm It keep me with ramblin’ mind, rider every old place I go Every old place I go
[Verse 4] I can tell the wind is risin’ the leaves tremblin’ on the tree Tremblin’ on the tree I can tell the wind is risin’, leaves tremblin’ on the tree Hmm hmm hmm mmm All I need’s my little sweet woman and to keep my company, hey hey hey hey My company
Do you know what I was looking forward to when my LEAST favorite month of the year ( well, I hate July and I despise August too, but I digress ) rolled in back in 2019?
I was super excited because October was only four months away and then WINTER would show up.
Oh those were simpler times.
This year I’m super excited because our stay at home order expires on May 31st and it’s not going to be extended.
Of course, it doesn’t really change anything because the Virus is still out there and things are going to slowly open up but I hate shopping – so I don’t care about that but some people will get back to work so it isn’t a bad or meaningless thing at all.
I just wish I was as excited for October as I normally am.
I guess I’ll have to find other ways to cheer my favorite month on.
Hell, I’m suppose to be creative so I guess I better hop to it- right? I mean, it’s not like Autumn can be cancelled. Can it?
Answer each category with a song TITLE. No repeats and do not use the internet (it’s tempting but try not to). Go with the first song that comes to mind or fill in your favourites. Copy/paste then change the answers to your own and repost.
I changed this up a little and posted youtube clips to the songs instead of just listing the titles.
A few years ago I was taking some photos at a cemetery.
The cemetery was- as most are- open to the public. People go to cemeteries to mourn, to remember, to walk their dogs ( not all allow dogs ) to reconnect with the past.
So as I was taking my pictures and people were around me doing what people do at cemeteries, a police car drove by and then he doubled back, pulled up to the curb got out and made a bee-line for my son and his father.
He asked them how it was going, where they were from and why were they visiting the cemetery that day?
My son was polite. He said his Mom was taking pictures for her blog and how are you today officer?
My son pointed to me and the officer started to raise his hand toward me and put it down. It was a small almost imperceptible gesture. I stood there with my camera in hand and watched this highly unusual situation ( where graveyards are concerned ) play out.
Nothing about my family stood out- unless you count the fact that my son and his father are Latino and not exactly what you would call little guys. But they were dressed like all the other midwestern suburbanites strolling around the cemetery and no they weren’t sitting on headstones or dancing on graves.
They were just not white guys in a place where everyone else was.
Leadership- when there is a lack of it people make things up as they go along- they are overly suspicious of the people and things they don’t understand.
Like the Officer was in the cemetery that day.
In dog I blindly trust, but I think I’m going to keep a sharp eye on the humans around me.