I still be waiting on Heaven and Earth

I still be waiting on Heaven and Earth to move my fingers across the page to scribe with freedom, just as the freedom of a one night stand of thrice decades removed, ”moving along shall we”? Oh the mighty blog of the second Millennium or what ever we are to name this decade number two.

Global connection upon my fingertips, fleeting bit of information, random thoughts, instant, nay same time information, or perhaps “just in time information”? Nay again the cursed words of “real time” communication.

Expelling grammar reprehensible to language scholars, weeding ideas to expose the soil of my thoughts, none committal yet then again never wrong, yeh never wrong, explained as a diagram of the latissimi dorsi or a frogs shoulder muscles, exposed to view, though I be neither the creator of such much less the keeper of thus.

So and to and to and fro the words will not come, thoughts brought forth thru conjuring of abstracts, haste a quaff of wine or perchance the bowl of tobacco to further review the course to follow, only constrained upon the seas by winds by tides and by soloist at the helm. I return then.

Yet alas I must rest on this thought as the surgeon before my appointed time draws toward. In the morn a doctor who thankfully, or more better yet “God thankfully” protest a practice of bile’s or humors or leeches too boot. Rather a shingle hung with oath towards prophet. Providing his service of true Craftsman. I salute your statue, skill and knowledge with patience. “Hail to medicine, hail the patient’s patience”. As I in turn hail thee my Good Surgeon.

I trust my blog will idle, till next I may profess. Stay well,

McTell and his elements.

Sed etiam nunc hodie……………

Body and mine seek-out the pain removed. Will there be devil upon my infliction?

From golden light upon a horizon the waking birds begin a song.

Has the “Good Doctor” performed with inspiration ? Rise up and now I wait.

Me mind and body synchronize, trusting. Are Heavens and stars aligned?

Is patience of this patient be rewarded? This body indeed proclaims.

At the end his talents richly honed, no measurement of Solidus will replace.

“A good surgeon has an eagle’s eye, a lion’s heart, and a lady’s hand.”

Medical Volvelle

Medical Volvelle


Me blog has been Idle………..

My blog has been idle for quite some time. This being said, I have excuses. But need to thank Jacki @365 and the men from “findingthetruth” and damn it others, but this is just a tween-er blog. Both excellent blogs. Fresh-pressed is a given when I’ve got a bit more on my hand than I can handle, with the passing of the summers heat, and hectic work scheduled, scheduled accordingly from the higher ups is not so hectic, yeah right, because they do the math with pencil and paper and I do the math with my bare hands, go figure and as far as the heat of summer, heck, you can always say its been hotter.

The real world should reappear soon with a vigor unseen in wordpress, the depth, insight-fulness, wit, vigor of word usage, unending wisdom of a sage will continue to astound those whose eye may cast a glimpse of desperation to be filled with written word, upon these, yeah, these very pages of Nostradamus pinging wordsmithing,  yes capturing all in the land of ” I know it”, with a lighting bolt perceiving of gee I thought about it and he wrote about it, so it must be true philosophy of human, nay, humanities insightful, yet revolving abet fickle and intuitive insight of _____________(fill in the blank).  I’ll be back with a blog sooner I hope.

Take care to all who visite now.

Who Dat......


What We Have Here Is A Failure to Communicate

I believe these gentlemen sum up the fears and reality of American Big Government, left or right, independent or liberal. We as a country are becoming tired of nothing but bickering.. Take a read, and be satisfied you and I are not alone as well as you and I, we love our Country.


President Obama wishes to address a joint session of Congress on the unemployment situation facing America.  The White House announces the date and time they want for the speech and then all Hell breaks loose.

via What We Have Here Is A Failure to Communicate.

The Day the Dollar Died (Part XIV)

The Day the Dollar Died (Part XIV).

A continuing series from a pair of bloggers…it is fiction.  Being said, a true eye opener of fiction.  Not confused with fiction of “the literary kind”, fiction delivered thru group of circumstance much like “a perfect storm”, the consequences of a Federal government becoming way to large, the need for states rights to remain our rights together as the United States of America and to a large degree the social, political, monetary disruption to civilized society of the citizens of the states. IT ain’t pretty.  Read on, enjoy.  A most worthy gathering of actions, well written, and their immediate impact brought forth into daily lives.

Heathen Scripture

Just finished reading a blog from Australia.

Australiar and the f*cking idiot dilemma

Posted on July 18, 2011 by geoff lemon

….great read X 2 or3.

BHP whining over 3Billion tax on 22Billion PROFIT. “Tax? We only keep $19 billion? We’ll all beeeee rooooooned….”

Descriptive in new ways…”There are definitely times when you wonder if light-fingered alien doctors have been handing out mass lobotomies while we sleep.”

Or the subject of (finite resources) ..”Shit’s going to run out someday, and someone’s going to need to make the transition. There’s no reason why this generation shouldn’t be the ones to put their hands up.”(Carbon Tax)

Lastly…”Political observation in this country is like watching a guy slumped on a couch trying to eat pre-chewed food out of his chest hair.”(Mainstream language corruption)

The Day the Dollar Died (Part XI)

The Day the Dollar Died (Part XI).

A somewhat proactive series.  Upon closer reading I and I hope others will find as a eye-opening read.  When government becomes too large, or simply overbearing consequences arise. A continuum fictional series from a pair of most excellent bloggers.

As a side note from me… Having lived a bit in age, but not enough for some, upon this remark I remain humble with respect to refrain from conclusions.

Ask yourself if not the words of their blog (The Day the Dollar Died) seeming at worst the overtakings of history in form, such as a tailor suggest short or long cuff upon your trouser sir? Indeed we read the news or listen between moments of sentimentality at times feeling its abrasiveness?  Better yet, discount or trivialize the daily events I feel a bit repulsed too, no patronizing here.  Or have we as citizens of a most exceptional country, one with out kings nor queens the posers of leadership, manmade reflected as God-given? Indeed  too those of religion, fudictary enslavement, mere mentalist who prey upon a weary society collectively or individuals alone. Posing in black and white, posing in Peace or War, feast or famine alas sorrowfuly preadotor or prey.  Those of religious sentiments posers, yes simply posers,  as leaders or demigods upon who we or you or I must submitt inherit rights of life and all of lifes wounderments from cradle to grave?? Ffound a country, nursed and thrived too now as never before in our (USA) history found yes ourselves arriving upon the crossroads upon the threshold which divides nay reinitialize or restores to us the principals and philosophy which brought The United States of America into existence, the root of precursor to charity without a handout, abhorrence to Imperialism and dedication towards good will to all men.  Yes again…….Too all men.

Never should we bury our eyes, our ears nor minds to contrary. Allow the syllables to ring forth, contrary, the bastard steward of ignorance. If I may be so bold to whisper or shout. History now is here, is with us. History is our soul, our nourishment the seed of salvation if need be. Our country remain as always…….”All we have is now and now we are all we have”.  God Bless America.  And God Bless You.

McTell Alaska 09-01