Friday, September 7, 2018

Aliens Attack 2!


I love science fiction!

From my earliest years, I was mesmerized by it in all its forms.  I sat entranced by The Twilight Zone and  Star Trek.  When The Outer Limits took control of my television's vertical and horizontal, I'd stay with it even though half the episode I would watch with my hands covering my eyes.  I read everything, from H.G. Wells to Issac Asimov, and I started buying science fiction magazines when I was only 8.  When school ended, I would rush home to watch the old science fiction films that the local channel would run in the afternoons, even the ones where giant octopi would overrun San Francisco.  And when I saw Star Wars, I wept with joy, as the type of movie I had dreamed of all my life was finally on the big screen.

One of the more common themes of science fiction is that of the alien invasion.  Starting with the Martians of  H. G. Well's War of the Worlds, and running through more recent epics like Independence Day, the aliens would invade, and through the inventiveness of Mother Earth and/or humankind, they would manage to defeat the invaders.

In many of these, the world would unite to challenge the alien invaders.  All the nationalistic and philosophical divisions would fade away.  We were mankind, and there was more that bound us together than that which divided us.  But it took a common enemy for us to see that.

And that's just about where we're at right now.  There is an alien in charge, an alien who does not believe in all the principles that we as Americans have struggled to achieve.  An alien to our civic culture, who does not believe in democracy and the constitution, who openly pines after the worst authoritarian dictators in the world.

But do not fear.  Forces are starting to reunite.  This can be seen in the recent funeral that honored the passing of an American hero, John McCain.  It united figures from across our political spectrum, working together to show respect for the beloved Senator, and for our American civic institutions. Men who had stood in fierce opposition, like Presidents Obama and Goerge W Bush, now stood together, sharing the eulogy, and in the case of W and Michelle Obama, even sharing candy.

Who was not there was the man who has been an alien to America's civic culture, a man who would take us down a dark and divisive path, the alien in the White House, President Donald J. Trump.

But do not despair.  We are at the point in the tale where more and more are standing up to him.  The opposition to him is increasing among even Republicans (well, at least those not up for re-election).  Books, including the upcoming book by Watergate Reporter Bob Woodward, that paint a chaotic and dangerous picture of a White House out of control, ruled of by an amoral dictator, who operates without any knowledge or caring, without any constitutional underpinnings.  We even have the chaos confirmed by insiders in the White House, in a dramatic anonymous letter to the New York Times.

So take heart, my fellow Earthlings!  This invasion, aided and abetted by foreign powers, will not stand.  It cannot survive if we stand together!

Reality is not like science fiction stories.  The good guys don't always win.  But I have faith, faith in our civic institutions and our basic human decency, that in the end, we will emerge a better and stronger nation and planet.





As Mongo sez:  I like Candy!


Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Fly to the Cuckoo's Nest! (or drive, if it is more convenient)

Purlie Productions will be putting on this extraordinary drama starting Thursday, September 20, at the Okefenokee Heritage Center.  The performance begins at 7:30.

There will also be Friday and Saturday performances at 7:30, and a final performance Sunday at 2:30.

A first-rate cast and crew have been put together for this show, including the talented Ingmar Connor Griffin in the seminal role of Randall P McMurphy, and a terrific Julianna Lacefield as the bureaucratic, soulless and overbearing Nurse Ratched.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest is a thought-provoking show about mental illness, and about the suffocation of institutional control, about forced conformity, about the worth of every human being, about the value of people over rules.  Although a play with a very serious theme, it also has many moments of comedic humor.

This play is for adults only.  It contains profanity and sexual themes.  If it were a movie (oh wait - it was, in 1975, starring some dude named Jack Nicholson), it would be rated R.

It will be performed at The Studio on the grounds of the Okefenokee Heritage Center.

Update: Concerning the argument as to whether the show is PG-13 or R, I personally stand by the R rating.  Often, movies are given an R rating without explicit nudity or bloody violence, but because of the profanity and mature themes. 

The truth is that the rating system is pretty arbitrary, and its subjective standards can be quite puzzling.  So who knows?

The important thing to keep in mind is that this is not in any way a kid-friendly show.  If you have a young person (you set the age for that - I don't) that you don't want to expose to profanity and mature themes, please keep them home.  If you are easily offended, you may want to consider not attending.  It is a significant and well-done show with an important message.  Whatever questionable things they are in the show, I feel are worth it in effectively communicating the message as a whole.





Monday, September 3, 2018

September Weather Blues



Trust me.

This is not what September looks like here.

Maybe in parts of North Georgia at some point in time, later in the Fall.

Not here in South Georgia. 

In South Georgia, Fall is an illusory concept.  Technically, Fall is still 18 days away from today (Sep 3).  Practically, we may have a few days that approach Fall-like weather in December or January.  And we may have something that ghosts Winter every decade or so.

Of course, this could change as climate change further shifts weather patterns.

Today, the high is projected to be 86.  I don't even want to talk about the feels like temperatures.  They range from seven to ten degrees higher.

Looking at a fifteen-day forecast, today has the lowest high temp for the next fifteen days,  The rest range from 88 to 91.  So much for any approaching Fall cooldown.

The way people get into holidays here is by over-decorating, mainly outdoors.  Even if it's not cooler, crisper temps, you can decorate like it is, and maybe fool some people.  It doesn't work.  Many a Halloween, I've sat on our porch giving out Halloween candy while swatting mosquitoes, gnats, and flies. The same phenomena happens when you try to walk off your Thanksgiving meal.  Heck, some years I do Christmas shopping while wearing shorts.


This is the most depressing time for me in the South, at least in relation to the weather.  I keep thinking it's going to get cooler, but the heat goes on and on and on.

All in all, though, it's not bad living here, disregarding the relentless heat and the right-wing extremist politics.  I have my family and friends here, and it's easy to find sausage 'n' cheese biscuits.  There are upsides.

The weather just isn't one of them.









Friday, August 31, 2018

August Makes an Exit: Flash Fiction Friday

August was ready to go.  We knew it couldn't last forever.  Why were so surprised?

There were good points and bad points to August, but overall, we enjoyed August's company.  August could be hot, enough to make you sweat uncomfortably.  August could thunder and rage, a deluge of anger. 

August could also be kind and touching, a gentle spirit that could breeze across your soul.  Walking with August at night was a real treat.  The sounds of August blended with the sounds of nature. 

I could sit underneath the oak with August, and August would quietly listen to everything I had to say, and then I would experience the reassurances.  I was a good person.  I had positive qualities.  August said so.  Every touch, every smile, every radiant warmth August would emanate would tell me that.

August was a welcome guest in our house.  When Augst was packed and ready to go, we were not ready for August to go.  But nothing lasts forever.  To everything, there is a season.

August gave us one last hug.  I was reluctant to let go.  Eventually, I did.

August, bags in hand, proceeded down our driveway.  At the end of the street, August's family was there to greet him.  August embraced his beloved spouse, January,  And then he was hugged by his precious daughters - March, April, May, and June.  July, his rebellious young son, hung back sullenly at their van.

The van side door opened and out from the back seat popped out August's two youngest daughters, September and October.  September was dressed chaotically, blue jean shorts with holes in them and a burgundy jacket.  She had a crazed look in her eye, like she was not sure what direction she was going to take from one minute to the next.  October hung back with July, dressed in goth style, with a black dress, black hair, and thick black eyeshadow.

"Would you mind watching September for us?  Just for a while?" asked January. "She needs a little time away from the family, maybe even experience public school, if that's all right?"

We looked at each other, a little anxious about taking in this surly looking teenager.  Who were we kidding?  We had become addicted to August and his wonderful family.  We had gotten used to spending time with each and every one of them.  Well, except for maybe December.  That boy liked to party, but he could be one cold dude.

We nodded our approval.  We opened our arms to greet September, but she just walked past us, shoulders slumped, listening to music on her earphones.

Ah, September!  How volatile you can be!

August and his clan clambered into their van. August cracked open a window and waved goodbye to us.  We returned the gesture, waving goodbye to August.

Time to make September feel at home.









Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Enjoy a T. M. Strait Book! See A Purlie Production Play!

T. M. Strait
Local Author

Supports the best in local theatre
Purlie Productions


                                       
$3.99 ebook                            $3.99 ebook                                                            $1.99 ebook
$15 paperback                        $20 paperback                                                        $10 paperback

History of the Trap:  YA science fiction/fantasy in the vein of Harry Potter. The Hunger Games 
                                     and Stranger Things.

Crowley Stories: Swamp's Edge - slice of life stories spinning around characters in a small                                                                   Southeastern Georgia town bordering on the Okefenokee                                                                 Swamp.

Here Comes Tommy:  funny, sentimental, and nostalgic autobiographical stories about                                                       growing up.

Others as ebooks only, including Eric Reid & the Time Team, and Through the Closet and Into the Woods.

Coming Soon:  A Christmas With Pegasus, My Europa, The Extra Credit Club, and Vol. 2 of History of the Trap!

Check out The Strait Line (http://thestraitline-tmstrait.blogspot.com) for three to five new blog entries per week!

A columnist with The Blackshear Times and other papers throughout Georgia.

Books available at  Purlie performances, from the author, at the Okefenokee Heritage Center, or online from Amazon and other online vendors.



Break legs, Purlie Productioneers!




Tuesday, August 28, 2018

ALIENS ATTACK!




It's happening!

Aliens have attacked DC, and are now imposing an immoral, dangerous culture on all of us!

Of course, this happened a while ago, say around November 2016, and it's taken some time for most Americans to realize they've been taken over by aliens who do not hold to American values.  They cater not to our best instincts, but to our worst. 

They did not do so alone.  They were heavily aided by foreign interests outside the United States.  Aliens helping aliens.  How else could it have happened?

The first amendment?  A piece of toast, to be burnt up and ignored.  No more freedom of the press - they are now reviled as enemies of the people.  No more freedom of religion - not with an imposition of a Muslim Ban, and with one faith (the Christian Right) able to influence laws so that it is A-OK for them to bully, intimidate, and discriminate.  And taking a knee to protest police brutality towards minorities makes you unpatriotic scum subject to fines and losing your job, while refusing to display your flag at half-mast to honor a fallen war hero is considered A-OK.

The aliens in charge vilify immigrants.  They questions minorities and the poor.  They spit on all the things that made America great, and want to turn us back into a nation of unchallenged white privilege, forever and ever, amen.

Just look at the list of citizens participating in John McCain's funeral.  It is a who's who of America, every stripe and ideology.  Two of his rivals, George W. Bush and Barack Obama, will deliver eulogies.  Because underneath the bitter partisan displays, they all knew that they were Americans, and even though approaches differ, they shared a common civic culture.  McCain stood up to the woman who called Obama a Muslim.  W Bush refused to villanize Muslims after 9/11.  None of these men were perfect, but they operated under civic norms, and fundamental respect for each other, and the institutions and country they served.

And now we've lost all that.  We have an alien in the White House, one who has no respect for America and its civic culture.  He serves no one but himself. 

Greed.  Corruption.  Hatred of the other.  They're the gruesome underbelly of America, not the mainstream civic spirit that shined through, even with Reagan.


The aliens are in the White House. The Congress remains cowardly, subservient and compliant, bending to the alien's will.  The Supreme Court is on the verge of alien control for decades to come.

But it's not too late to end the invasion and do what we can to rescue the best parts of this nation. There is an election coming up in November,  and we can send a message that we will no longer be ruled by an alien entity. 

Vote as if our civic culture and democracy depend upon it.

Because it does.













Saturday, August 25, 2018

The Dominoes Start to Fall: Saturday Political Soap Box 191



Gee whiz.

There's just so many places where it could start to fall.

There are the innumerable violations of the emoluments clause, where he and his family are enriching themselves, including with gifts from foreign powers.  Visiting officials stay at his hotels at exorbitant rates in order to curry favor, trade deals are made that are favorable to his and/or Ivanka's businesses, and he charges the government huge sums of money (secret service lodging, etc.,) every time he goes on one of his golfing weekends at one of his resorts.

There are the uses of the office designed to punish his "enemies," including removal of security clearances to those who might speak out against him and pursuing the post office to double Amazon's postal rates.  He has taken to Twiter countless times to bully and berate public figures, and most shamefully, private citizens.

He has proposed executive actions based on discrimination against religion (the Muslim Ban) and has sided with racists to the point of inciting violence.  It includes also ginning people up to come after the free press.  He does not respect civil rights, nor the constitutionally protected freedom of the press.  He may worship an inflated view of the Second Amendment, but he opposes the First Amendment with every word and action he takes.  He took an oath to uphold and defend the Constitution.  He's not doing that.

He has revealed classified information to foreign powers.  He ends or abrogates treaties.  He arrogantly tongue lashes our democratic allies while heaping praise on the world's worst dictators. His trade war has backfired spectacularly.

He has not hired the best people.  He's hired a motley group of incompetents and con artists, who seem to have only two purposes.  One is to aggrandize themselves, and the other is to destroy the agency they work for.

There is the Russia probe.  Not a lot can be said until the Mueller probe is complete.  It's clear that the Russians interfered with our election (and that they are interfering in 2018 and have every intention to in 2020).  It's clear that they did so to elect Donald Trump (Putin has said as much). The level of Trump's knowledge and involvement has yet to be fully determined.  What there is no mystery on is that Trump has been obstructing justice in this case, as openly and as publicly as anyone ever has.

I could go on and on.  But right now, none of these look like the first domino to start the cascade to the end of the Trump Presidency.  That appears to be a porn star and her lawyer.  I don't know what to say.  First Trump's fixer falls in the hush money case.  Then the National Enquirer publisher who has been hiding dirt on Trump for at least two decades, with a safe full of secrets, has been given immunity.  This is quickly followed by Trump's personal money man, his green eyeshade guy granted immunity as well.  His fixer, his press protector, his financial guy .... all now cooperating with authorities.  And what can Trump do?  Squeal about rats and flippers, like he was Jimmy Cagney in a mob movie.

The domino is tilting heavily, my friend.  And when it starts to fall, it should begin to take out the rest.

One by one.

They all fall down.