Wednesday Vignette 11/9/2016

A Frenchman sheds tears of patriotic grief, circa 1940.  

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By Office for Emergency Management. Office of War Information. Overseas Operations Branch. New York Office. News and Features Bureau. (12/17/1942 - 09/15/1945) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

But on a more hopeful note from the backwards-and-in-heels lady...

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  1. You and me both... Words fail me.

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    1. In this galaxy, the Bothans were unable to steal the plans to the Death Star.

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    1. The best lack all conviction, while the worst
      Are full of passionate intensity.

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  3. Yah, that's how I feel. Like we've just been occupied by a hostile power.

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  4. I saw some very similar faces on the news this morning. I'd hoped I'd wake up to a miracle turnaround...

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  5. Hadn't cried until just now. But thanks.

    Tomorrow I'll pick myself up.

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    1. Even if we can't dance as beautifully as Fred and Ginger.

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  6. May the rain gods favor you...just look what you can do with a little moisture!

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  7. We are gardeners, and gardeners are strong and optimistic. We are patient (well, sometimes) planting a seed and rooting a cutting and waiting for it to grow. It is my hope we can wait this out with minimal damage and move from a dark winter into spring the way we always do.

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    1. Yes indeed. Let the hope continue and the positive peaceful action commence.

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  8. The pendulum will swing back someday, assuming the clock isn't broken in the meantime. Oh well, garden on.

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    1. Zigs and zags, as our President said. Garden on!

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  9. If i can't do
    what i want to do
    then my job is to not
    do what i don't want
    to do
    It's not the same thing
    but it's the best i can
    do

    If i can't have
    what i want . . . then
    my job is to want
    what i've got
    and be satisfied
    that at least there
    is something more to want

    Since i can't go
    where i need
    to go . . . then i must . . . go
    where the signs point
    through always understanding
    parallel movement
    isn't lateral

    When i can't express
    what i really feel
    i practice feeling
    what i can express
    and none of it is equal
    I know
    but that's why mankind
    alone among the animals
    learns to cry

    Nikki Giovanni

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