A skin malaise .....

Agony by Egon Schiele/1912

Since Tuesday this week, I've been overtaken by a skin condition called Shingles.  I know, we've all seen the commercial:  the guy rubbing his back while the narrator tells us how painful it is and if you're over 50, you should get the Shingles vaccination.  In fact, I think it is a frequent guest advertiser on CNN, if I'm not mistaken.  One of those commercials you've seen so often, your lips start moving as you murmur the voice over you perform like second nature.

So what if I'm over 50?  Why would I even be bothered?  Forget that as I hit my 50s I was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes.   No matter that the dietitian and doctor tried to convince me that it was shitty genetics, like a curse in the health family history battle of hereditary propensity to inherit one day.  



Yes, I watched with not-quite smugness, but not a far stretch of superiority while watching Brett Michaels pitch a comeback under the umbrella of diabetes as a disease.  No, no one else had put the "ailment" I perceived it NOT to be to an outright kiss of health trauma and continuous uphill climb.  

Being born and raised in the Sixties ( #60s ) I basically grew up with anything and everything, where moderation conflicted with self indulgence that the era really should be identified with.  Everything IN EXCESS was the motto of the times, and restraint was a disorder and "anything goes" was the order of the day.

I guess it shouldn't be any wonder that once your hit your 50s, your health becomes the legacy you created all those many dreams ago.  Where nerds could be gazillionaires, and a suave businessman and personality could become the President of the United States.  To demonstrate that I am Canadian, read the previous sentence again ending with ..... could become the President of the United States.  

You see, if I were American, I would have said:  "President of the United States of America".  I just wondered if any other Canadians thought about the ramifications of our cousins to the south consideration and respect for us to their north.

The Prince and the Puppeteer

SOURCE:  Reuters < LINK> *CREDIT*

authenticity personified
The stark contrast between Obama and Trump have never been clearer than they were tonight.

So many can't help but notice how different these two men are.  After tonight's farewell address, there is no question who is "the Prince" and this story, and whom I am cementing my plan.  However possible that may be, likely not overnight.  

The Prince and the Puppeteer
My quirky twist on a classic fairy tale was tempting to use but "The Prince and the Pauper" would have been wrong.  The anti-hero, antagonist to this tale is a bazillionaire, confirmed by nevermind, a boast of his own kind.  

The Gentleman and the Bully
seems to be catchy as well.  As my creative soul seeps out to my fingertips on these keys.  A startling front page of some big national newspaper known for its journalism, ingenuity and risk taking bravado that the Gentlemen so eloquently orated that his wife was his best friend.  The love in his eyes and the genuine tears would make many ladies aswoon (falling into swoon) who could only imagine, never experience, the gaze of strength, manhood, leadership, father, husband morally grounded so evidence by the adoration in his daughter's eyes.
The integrity, honesty, pride was evident in his eyes.  We became unified by that feeling of inclusiveness, witnessing a truly great event.  Uplifting.  Inspiring.  

Leadership leading the audience
on a journey of history shared, written and spoken in such a beautiful, flowing way.  Gently reminding his team (which included a very big country) how much they have accomplished together over the past number of his stated years.  Chiding them to get off their tuffs and get signed up and sign on to being leaders of change.

The Pauper
in the story is the child, the man who had become adored by literally millions, could rise from even where his parenting, citizenship belonged, thrown into circumstances that were part of the circumstances to which he was born.  The climb up, stand proud and push forward to become one of the greatest leaders that come so quickly to mind.    Great resonance in admonition to send a powerful message that one's own determination is the only thing limiting one's ambition, which degrees decree force.  

Thank you Barrack Obama
for what you have done
not just for your country
but for many beyond.

Restorer of hope and symphonic
"yes we can" chorus Obama championed.
To a choir of billions
help rapt in those words.

The king of 1961
to which he should be crowned.
I cannot think of anyone more worthy
than the person within.

Integrity, honesty, trustworthiness flow
fueled by his loyal herd
as a son, husband, father he is first,
magnetic to the tides of those wanting change.

Our king of 1961
forever should be crowned.
As one of the best speakers, speech makers
of any time, not of one.

Thank you and forever gratitude
will linger in our hearts
the gift of watching you uplift many
to a world of servitude
to help all mankind, not just our family.
As brothers and sisters of a nation.
No division of color or where's one station.

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