Sunday, May 13, 2012

Does it ever end...


Milky Way Over Stonehenge Memorial

The Milky Way appears above the Stonehenge Memorial in Maryhill, Washington, almost as steam boiling from a pot of water. The photo was taken during the Lyrid Meteor shower early in the morning on April 22nd, 2012. Photos of meteors weren't happening but fortunately the Milky Way made an impressive backdrop to the full sized, astronomically aligned Stonehenge replica that was commissioned and built as a memorial to the soldiers who died during World War I.

--Ken Kruse

Sunday into Monday yowls, my Big Cat Beauties... another exceptionally lovely day on the tame prairie... wow, was the Kougaress tired today, with good reason... trauma takes its toll, big time... does it ever end?

Authoress news and mews ~

A bit of penning accomplished last night on the Kougar's WIP ~ Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ and the Kougar is writing Volcano's Weekly Forecast.

Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

1:11 am... 2:12 am... 3:33 pm... 8:44 pm... 10:10 pm... Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ ~

BIG CAT GOSH AND GAWLEE... this quote could have been said about this time's Big Media journalists.

"We are intellectual prostitutes"

From ~

One night, probably in 1880, John Swinton, then the preeminent New York journalist, was the guest of honour at a banquet given him by the leaders of his craft. Someone who knew neither the press nor Swinton offered a toast to the independent press. Swinton outraged his colleagues by replying: There is no such thing, at this date of the world's history, in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it.

There is not one of you who dares to write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinion out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be so foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my paper, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone.

The business of the journalists is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press?

We are the tools and vassals of rich men behind the scenes. We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes."

The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire.

~ Have a magickal month of May ~


And, May you live the dreams of your heart, not in interesting times...

Milky Way kisses from the Kougar...


Serena Shay said...

May your sleep be calm, dreams sweet and the trauma's a million miles away!

Savanna Kougar said...

Oh, Serena, thank you! For the moment things have calmed a bit. Returning your sweet words to you, as well.