Songs Of The Golden Frog

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Once upon a time my Dad’s Mother looked at me and said, ” not everyone can be pretty or beautiful. ”

My cousin who was sitting next to her was pale and blond and from what I understood- a beautiful child.

I had dark hair, dark skin. I was refrered to at times by her  as ” sallow”  and slow.

“You should work on a talent.”

I decided to take my Grandmother’s advice and I decided to sing.

I learned songs from the radio, I learned all of the songs I heard my family sing. I even made up my own songs. I asked for my own record player and went to church with my friend so I could sing in the Children’s Choir.

One day I decided to sing a few songs for my Grandmother and she sat there until I was done and then she smiled and then she laughed and then she said,

” Maybe you should work on your personality.”

I was seven years old at the time.

I didn’t know what ” personality”  was  but I was sure I probably didn’t have that either.

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Daily Prompt: Song

Seriously, I love you James Comey But…

 

I don’t want to go into the weeds about how Russian Trolls and Racists looking for their place in the sun, Bernie Bros and dare I say it poor judgment calls on Hilary Clinton’s part cost Democrats the White House and that James Comey all on his own cost the  Country a sane President.

Face it, we got played like those people on the Twilight Zone Episode called “The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street”

I’ve had a front row seat and actively participated in Party Politics, Campaigns and interactions with Politicians and learned the hard way that sometimes the good candidate who was going to be a great leader doesn’t always win.

People are people and there is nothing new under the Sun and if you don’t believe that you CAN’T  be figured out and worked into a Campaign Field Plan, all I can say is the advertising industry doesn’t make a gazillion dollars for no reason at all.

I said I had two things to say here and here they are:

First off, I bought three copies of James Comey and Joe Biden’s books because my Hillary ” friends” on Facebook flamed my Comey and Biden Posts and dropped the eff bombs to boot ( and I don’t drop eff bombs on ANYONES wall let alone my own- except for in rare occasions ).

So Hillary Supporters  and Bernie Bros- this is where I say, Bite Me.

This is my blog and not my Quippy Feed on Facebook  and this is where I put anything I really have of value to say. So let me say it again.

Bite me.

Second of all,  I learned  something interesting about James Comey when he did his interview with George  Stephanopoulos last night.

When James Comey  had to meet with Twitler in the Blue Room  he actually tried to blend in with some blue curtains ( because he was wearing a blue suite )  so that he would not have to touch Twitler’s   P*&! Grabbing hand on camera and in front of the entire World.

Who could blame him, but I digress.

I discovered Comey wasn’t one of those FBI agents who mastered in disguises. I thought they could all do that. Frankly, I was surprised,  really surprised and a bit disapointed. I mean Hollywood, you really suck sometimes. I bought that idea.

As to the rest of the interview- it was great.  I hope it makes Twitler and all others concerned bust an artery.

I consumed much popcorn, drank a little wine and felt that my call on Comey was a good one.

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The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street

Get Thee Behind Me Donut!

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This donut, you must know will do the following if you consume it:

This donut  will keep you from having the perfect body, this donut will keep you from finding true love, inner peace and the perfect relationship with the perfect person who we will assume has not consumed this donut.

This donut will, if it passes your lips will keep you from getting the perfect job, from climbing mountains from seeing the word from being praised and loved and cherished by your fellow human beings and – horror upon horror, especially  your Facebook Friends!

This donut,so pure, so tasty so delightful to the eye will corrupt every single hope and dream you have ever had.

I ate two of them a few days ago and this is what happened.

I had some great laughs, my dog did great learning his lessons, I started reading a book about the man who discovered Uranus and I took some great pictures.

Plus I did some writing that I was happy with right out of the gate.

I suppose my life would have been really great had I not scarfed those tasty donuts. I would have been desirable, I would have known perfection and what it’s like to be a complete and perfect human being- pure of mind, body and spirit.

Let  me tell you though, the poem I wrote said exactly what I wanted to say.

I learned that William  Herschel is a true inspiration to anyone who wants to bring art and science  and music into their lives  and that you can do it on your own with books, with study and participating and engaging with other people with enthusiasm and patience.

I learned from reading about Herschel  that little things like failure are a nuisance- and that they are not life ending deal breakers.

I ate those donuts and   mind and body came through the experience, can you believe it?

My dog still loves me with those donuts in my ignorant gut and my cat did not kill me when I accidentally hit his murder button and my friends and family did not shun me.

So yes, I did eat the donut.

Therefore I will never know perfection . I have consumed sugar and fat and chemicals sneaked  into my food by Big Pharma and made by bakers who probably don’t ride bikes instead off driving cars and sold in a building owned by people who dare to leave their carbon footprints all over a planet that will be consumed by the Sun when it finally gives up the ghost.

I am told I should be ashamed and okay  I probably was for two entire seconds- or however long it took me to get the donut out of the wrapper and into my mouth.

In that moment, I am being made to understand,   I destroyed  every  and any small chance I ever had at making myself acceptable in the sight of my fellow humans.

But have Mercy, it was a good day all the same.

 

Daily Prompt: Toxic

On Four We Begin

You’re born

you live

you die

and sometimes you come back.

Life.

Image of a quartet

       painted, captured, scripted, sculpted

with skilled and reckless hands.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M Moscoso

Daily Post Prompt: Quartet

An Insidious Politician- Guy Palumbo of Washington State

 He ( Guy Palumbo ) is a Snake- feel free to quote me on that " Tony Yuchasz Executive Director- House Democratic Campaign Committee ...

 

I have documented ( look for links at the end of this story ) the smear campaign against Former Representative Luis Moscoso and our family  that Guy Palumbo used to get himself a seat in Olympia.

Briefly:

Two years ago Guy Palumbo kited into the Washington State Senate with a boat load of Amazon Cash and bought himself a seat in Olympia.

Palumbo didn’t run a campaign per se- Guy Palumbo ran a smear campaign based on stereotypes and two of his most vocal campaign spokesmen- one of who was at the time the LD Chair and the second was a Former LD Chair -blew hard on each and every dog whistle Palumbo handed them.

However,  I will give him credit- Palumbo  is a multi tasker- he didn’t seek to destroy only Luis’s career and legacy. For his own warped and twisted reasons he tried to do that to me and Luis’s sons too.

He managed to cast a shadow over our sons- I can only guess I was left out of the narrative because when I first met Palumbo after his first ill fated run at a Democratic seat I almost made him cry.

I’m not kidding. Not even a little.

Our Legislative District held a dinner at a local restaurant to go over the recent election wins and one of the attendees was Guy Palumbo who until that night had never attended any First LD functions or meetings.

On to the tears.

They weren’t happy tears- Palumbo was angry and frustrated and  he blamed Luis for his loss and DEMANDED Luis call him. I was under the impression from Palumbo that I was obligated by Palumbo because of this loss to get Luis to show him both honor and respect.

I’m still puzzled by Palumbo’s behavior that night.

So.

Fast forward a few years later and on an old Facebook Post I  came across a comment recently left by a journalist recently- who ran this story for Palumbo- in fact his campaign spokesman provided people with the link to the story she wrote on an ” unofficial ” LD Facebook Page.

Here’s the post from my face book post from two years ago- below is Brandia’s comment from  just a few days ago

 

( original Facebook post HERE )

From this point on my writer’s sensibility tells me that this is Brandia’s story to tell.  I respect that process and I will not be adding to her narrative.

To be clear here- the only person  have ever held responsible for the attack on my family was Guy Palumbo and the Democratic Party and it’s leadership who allowed him to do what he did.

So I will wait, with the rest of you to see where Brandia’s story takes her.

In the mean time I suggest Guy Palumbo remember that we do indeed reap what we sow and Guy Palumbo has planted a terrifying crop for himself.

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