amazing country hardly begun to dream of its own destiny
Headquarters Guidon – 5th Corps – Army of Potomac My Great Grandfather was the 16Th Michigan of the 3rd Brigade of the Ist Division of the 5th Corps
In Volume II, Glory Road, of his three volume history of the Army of the Potomac, Bruce Catton writes after the Battle of Chancellorsville, a young officer heard soldiers singing Rally Around the Flag Boys and that:
They were putting everything they had into a song that had suddenly taken on enormous meaning, and words like “the flag” and “freedom” had become revolutionary, the keys to a great future.
It might be, indeed, that this idea of freedom was something that had no limits whatever.
It might begin as a limited thing, simple legal freedom from purchase and sale for the poor black man, and in the end it would become freedom for white men too, freedom also for all of the unguessed potentialities of an amazing country that had hardly begun to dream of its own destiny.
I, for one, refuse to believe that the unguessed potentialities of this amazing country that has hardly begun to dream of its own destiny will let the future of this Country, the future paid for by those who fought and died for this Country from 1775 to the present, might be determined by the current person in office and the current administration.
That person in office and that administration meddle with the Constitution of the United States and We, the people so named at their own peril and I see the day that this sleeping giant rages forward and woe betide those who stood on the wrong side of history.
all persons born naturalized in the US are citizens of
Constitution of the United States of America
Fourteenth Amendment Section 1
All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.
Passed by Congress June 13, 1866, and ratified July 9, 1868, The New York Times commented, on the amendment passing, ON JULY 17, 1868 …”And why should it not have been accepted? It simply proclaimed that all citizens born or naturalized int he United States were citizens of the United States and of the State in which they resided.” (NYT The 14th Amendment, 7/17/1868).
How could this be open to interpretation?
Green is green.
Red is red.
Waiting on the current administration to tell us otherwise.
According to the article, Republicans propose prohibiting US states from regulating AI for 10 years by Johana Bhuiyan in the Guardian (5/14/2025): Republicans in US Congress are trying to bar states from being able to introduce or enforce laws that would create guardrails for artificial intelligence or automated decision-making systems for 10 years
The bill:
TITLE IV—ENERGY AND COMMERCE Subtitle C—Communications PART 2—ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY MODERNIZATION SEC. 43201. ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY MODERNIZATION INITIATIVE, states: No State or political subdivision thereof may enforce any law or regulation regulating artificial intelligence models, artificial intelligence systems, or automated decision systems during the 10 year period beginning on the date of the enactment of this Act.
I have heard of its too late to lock the barn doors after the horse escapes, but to prohibit, for 10 years, anyone trying to lock the barn doors …
And yes, the rest of the analogy applies.
That horse escaped a long time ago.
So no matter really but what else will these bozos come up with to waste my time.
wind and the corn and the rain and the sun talk things over together
Sunrise – Hilton Head Island – 5/13/2025
I heard yesterday that my cousin Denny had died.
Like a lot of cousins, we had been close growing up but as our families grew up and we transitioned from being the cousins to being the Aunts and Uncles, we lost touch.
That doesn’t change the feeling of loss though when news like this arrives.
Denny’s Mom was my Aunt Marion and she was my Dad’s older sister.
They grew up on Coit St. down where the street angled off from Plainfield Ave.
The grew up going to Berean Baptist Church and Creston High School.
After World War 2, they both started families and lived on the north end and their kids went to Berean Baptist Church and Creston High School.
We saw each at Church and at school and we lived just blocks apart.
The Hoffman’s and Glerum’s grew up together,
All of my Glerum cousins were older than I was and they were like a second set of older brothers and sisters.
As I drove my older brothers and sisters batty with my batty behavior I am not sure what my cousins thought of me but I always thought it was pretty cool that we had cousins so close.
Denny was the same age as my older brothers and fit right in.
He would show up at almost anytime and join in whatever was going on at our house.
If a ballgame was on tv, he would sit and watch and talk.
If a ballgame was going on in the front yard, he would join in and play.
Unlike the Hoffman’s though, Denny also embraced hunting and fishing and when he got older, bought both a truck AND a motorcycle.
All aspects of life that made my cousin Denny seem to be at a level of cool I could never hope to attain.
There was a time in our lives when Denny would stop off at our house to grab and take me off where ever he was going.
A couple of times Denny took me fishing but quickly figured that me and fishing wasn’t going to happen.
He had the presence of mind to never offer to talk me hunting.
He was brave and a nice guy to be sure, but the thought being around me with a gun in my hands … well, lets say that is something that hasn’t happened to this day.
But we would go visit his classroom at school and he would put me to work sorting papers or books or something.
One night (NIGHT MIND YOU) he stopped by as his neighbor who had an apple orchard had told him that he could help himself to all the ‘drops’ (ripe apples that had fallen off the trees) he wanted and Denny brought me along, in the dark, in the rain, to pick up apples.
A bit crazy but boy was I proud when I came home with a bushel of fresh apples for my Mom.
Another time he grabbed me and he drove out to the house he was having a built on his property out near Cedar Springs.
He was having hard wood floors installed and they had just been stained and he wanted to see how they looked.
The floors looked fine to me but Denny crawled over the floor on his knees, in stocking feet, saying no no no as he did not like how dark they looked.
Then there was the time when he showed up with his new motorcycle and handed me a helmet and I went off for my one and only motorcycle ride.
You just never knew what might happen.
I heard yesterday that my cousin Denny had died.
I have thought about Denny since then.
I thought about all the things he did with me and my family.
I thought about his hunting and fishing.
I thought about his farm, what we called ‘Dennys land’.
I thought about he lived his life.
He was a big part of my life.
This world will be a lesser place without him in it.
There was a high majestic fooling Day before yesterday in the yellow corn.
And day after to-morrow in the yellow corn There will be high majestic fooling.
The ears ripen in late summer And come on with a conquering laughter, Come on with a high and conquering laughter.
The long-tailed blackbirds are hoarse. One of the smaller blackbirds chitters on a stalk And a spot of red is on its shoulder And I never heard its name in my life.
Some of the ears are bursting. A white juice works inside. Cornsilk creeps in the end and dangles in the wind. Always — I never knew it any other way— The wind and the corn talk things over together. And the rain and the corn and the sun and the corn Talk things over together.
Over the road is the farmhouse. The siding is white and a green blind is slung loose. It will not be fixed till the corn is husked. The farmer and his wife talk things over together.
Laughing Corn from Cornhuskers by Carl Sandburg as published in The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg, by Carl Sandburg, Harcourt, Brace, New York, 1950.
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