Beating up the homeless and disabled is a Major Error.

foundation may be the dirty word here. I associate it with money laundering, total creepiness.

one of my favorite intellectuals in portland oregon is a person called charles johnson.

for three months i have seen him continue to wear half of a broken pair of eyeglasses.

someone needs to take him for an eye exam and a new pair of lenses and frames.

i have pledged him a new pair of glasses from my 868 social security check coming in next month.

in the meantime, i was going to put all my income into Benjamen Pickering's portland police brutality case.

Beating up the homeless and disabled is a Major Error.

I mean really, all my energy faith hope and love are with Benjamen. But when he is sufficiently healed, i know we can move forward into a way of making a better world for those we love and care for . . .

so investing in Ben's health, is like investing in the future of the foundation of a ministry.

Never mind, our love.

Our Love is so vast, in our love was born the idea, of the Mary Catherine Strobel foundation.
I was tired of living in fear, and i gave way to love, opened my heart.
The lingering fear, gave way to knowledge, wherein horror story after horror story have unfolded.
It reminds me all so terribly, of the witch of east nashville.
Stephen Eng's novel carried him past Y2K as spoken language left him, his still could compose words, aphasically.

Father Strobel was as a brother to my mother, wed to an atheist CIA brat.
Never mind, dad's early gigs with CIA himself. things get in your bloodstream after all.

This will never have anything to do with her, but always to do with transpersonal realities which are every mother, every son, every daughter, every father.

Nashville cracked thunder down on Gillian Welch one day.
There stood Bill Siesser, Chief Bromden with his Priscilla and I, with my Mark Franklin Holladay.

Mark and i then took Intake in LA Pershing Square homeless mecca at Food Not Bombs of a former Chinese National Intellectual and Writer who was kicked in the stomach in China for dissidence. In LA his shoes were robbed in the night. His last 2000 dollars stolen at the greyhound station. He feared his family was being tortured back in China. He was exiled in Canada. Then came to USA. He went to the Los Angeles Times, to the ACLU. No one cared. He needed a pair of eyeglasses.
That was 2005. Katrina came. I was near broke myself, longing to go to paralegal school.
Headed up to Portland to take care of my aging parents.
Did he survive?
Did he ever get a pair of eyeglasses?

John, he called himself. Johnny.

Father was sent to Portland for the War on Poverty.
so, evidentally they lost that one, along with Vietnam.

they shot Olaf Palme.
and killed Mary Catherine.