Helping Out

It’s been awhile since I last posted so I thought I should share what is on my mind before I get lost in my day. I recently posted on my Fractured Thoughts FaceBook page something that I want to share here:

This danged ole pandemic has hit the singer/songwriters of the world hard. I think one of the ways to help them is to stream their music. It doesn’t pay much, but every little bit helps. There are several services to do this through. To use most of them, a listener has to kick in a few bucks each month. Another way is to find one that lets you stream for free. Once you have found the one you like then stream away. All you have to do is start the stream in the morning, set it to loop, and let it run all day, whether you are listening to it or not (you can even turn your speakers off, just so long as the music is streaming). The services like Spotify, Napster, Pandora, Apple Music, YouTube, etc. don’t pay the singer a lot, but if hundreds/thousands/millions of us do that, then our favorite singer/songwriters might be able to keep the lights on, or fund the purchase of another bottle of Jameson.

Buy their merchandise, listen to their music, and attend their shows when they begin performing again. Just enjoy the beauty they supply the world.

Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.

Was I Ever Wrong

In April I asked a question: How many deaths are acceptable (Let The Cows Roam Free). At the time I thought 500, or maybe as high as 1,000, a day might be the point where the public rebels. I was definitely wrong.

Take a look at these numbers from yesterday and see how far we have come in accepting death from a source that might have been contained if it had been handled differently.

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Mayan Calendar

Buckle up, Mabel. We might be in trouble.

I’ve been thinking. Yes, I know. That usually means trouble, but this has been bothering me for awhile (this pandemic crap is really playing with our minds, isn’t it?) Anyway, the thought that has been racing around the inside of my head is–suppose the guy who wrote the Mayan calendar was dyslexic. Instead of 12/21/12 he actually meant to write 12/12/21?

We might be in some serious trouble. I’m not even going to bother sending out Christmas cards this year. What’s the use?