Vote For Nobody

Collecting some thoughts here in dreadful Pittsburgh before I go running today.  It's about 90 degrees today and humid.  It will be a brutal run, it's a dirty job but someone's got to do it.  In reality, Nobody really cares. (Faith No More Cares)

                                                                 We Care A Lot

I see that Our Moz will be doing some shows in August.  I'm glad to see he is getting back on the road again.  He seems so alive on stage and his concerts are quite a special affair for those lucky enough to attend.

Morrissey shows confirmed

August 6 BERGEN (Norway) Grieghallen
August 8 STAVANGER (Norway) Konserthus
August 11 GOTEBORG (Sweden) Way Out West (festival/headline)
August 13 HELSINKI (Finland) Flow (festival/headline)

scheduled:

August 16 BERLIN (Germany)
August 19 ISTANBUL (Turkey)
August 22 TEL-AVIV (Israel)
August 24 CAESAREA (Israel)

Morrissey wrote a very insightful statement on the Orlando massacre and the state of U.S. politics on True to You.  I truly appreciate the genius of Morrissey and this statement certainly shows why he is a beacon in a world of darkness.
The kind words for Bernie Sanders were heartening since I have been an avid supporter of his.  Morrissey's song, "World Peace Is None Of Your Business" is such a prophetic articulation on the current state of U.S. and world politics.  I bow to you Mozza for your intellect.  This song should be an anthem for those left on the outside.  We are offered the choice of Trump or Clinton.  What a disaster for this nation.  We had a chance to elect a genuine agent of change for common folks.  The elite would never allow that.

                               World Peace Is None Of Your Business

PS.  Unfortunately I couldn't induce a heart attack in the 92 degree heat and successfully completed my run.  Running is clarity of clutter, peace of mind, never.

                                      Just Home From Running

           Is it true Nietzsche?  What does not kill me makes me stronger?

Atrocity

There are no words I can write that can elucidate the depravity of man.

The beautiful souls brutally massacred in Orlando:

Paul Terrell Henry, 41 Antonio Davon Brown, 29
Brenda Lee Marquez McCool, 49 Yilmary Rodriguez Sulivan, 24 Christopher Andrew Leinonen,32 Angel L. Candelario-Padro,28 Frank Hernandez,27
Simon Adrian Carrillo Fernandez, 31
Jonathan Antonio Camuy Vega, 24 Jean C. Nives Rodriguez, 27 Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala, 33
Shane Evan Tomlinson, 33 Juan Chevez-Martinez, 25 Jerald Arthur Wright, 31 Leroy Valentin Fernandez, 25 Tevin Eugene Crosby, 25
Joel Rayon Paniagua, 32 Jason Benjamin Josaphat, 19 Cory James Connell, 21 Juan P. Rivera Velazquez, 37 Luis Daniel Conde, 39
Xavier Emmanuel Serrano Rosado, 35 Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez, 25 Enrique L. Rios Jr., 25 Miguel Angel Honorato,30 Javier Jorge-Reyes,40
Franky Jimmy Dejesus Velazquez, 50 Amanda Alvear, 25 Martin Benitez Torres, 33 Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon, 37 Mercedez Marisol Flores, 26
Darryl Roman Burt II, 29 Deonka Deidra Drayton, 32 Alejandro Barrios Martinez, 21 Anthony Luis Laureanodisla, 25 Jean Carlos Mendez Perez,35
Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera, 36 Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz, 22 Luis S. Vielma, 22 Kimberly Morris, 37 Eddie Jamoldroy Justice, 30
Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34 Stanley Almodovar III, 23 Omar Ocasio-Capo, 20 Juan Ramon Guerrero, 22

The Hands of Time

It's hard to be left-handed but smile you're not the only one

Left-handed

Days of Thunder

Summer is only 10 days away, my favorite time of year.  There is nothing more divine than looking outside and seeing the lovely green of trees painting the landscape.  Flowers are blooming and the air is warm, fresh and clean.  The world is alive, birds chirping, squirrels scampering about, bees buzzing on their quest for pollen.  I live for this time of year. It is a balmy 80 degrees today. I am playing tennis this evening. It doesn't get any better than that for me.  Summer is Magic.

                                                                           Magic

                                            A dreaded sunny day, with a head full of dread

With good comes bad, as always.  I am so sad about the passing of Muhammad Ali.  He was not only the greatest boxer of all time, he was an amazing person for his stands on civil rights, peace and his work for charity.  He was truly "The Greatest".

                                                                     The Greatest

Also, I found out today one of the true greats of hockey died.  The superb Gordie Howe died at 88.  He was Mr. Hockey in Canada.  He was the greatest player in hockey before Gretzky and Lemieux.  As a hockey player, I mourn the death of one of the greats of the game I play.

                                                                   Gordie Howe

                                              There Is A Light That Never Goes Out