Getting Back Our Groove

Do you remember when it was a common sight to see neighbors partying together? Big! Huge! Massive! Pot luck/covered dishes/ BBQ/Open Grill parties that would last a few hours or well into the night and sometimes a whole weekend if traffic and paychecks allowed it. The music would be blasting so loud it could be heard from blocks away which in no way seemed like a noise ordinance violation but instead an invitation for everyone within earshot to come join in the fun and get back into their groove. 

The block parties were just enough church, just enough Wood Stock, and a whole  - lot - a celebrate your ethnicity and humanity.  Each neighborhood took turns highlighting their cultural sparkle and bedazzle while welcoming anyone who came into their little bubble drop giving a taste of the "Old World".  If someone was organized enough and in the know about the schedules the block parties were to be held, they could travel the world through food, music and fun while not even leaving their town or city. Diversity was highlighted, celebrated, embraced and so was community and commonality. Maybe the block community you lived in was dominated by one primary culture and ethnicity or maybe it was a hodge- podge and the picnic table reflected that by either the elevation of culinary delights or the mosaic of tastes.  Bonding happened at these events on the most superficial exchanging recipes to the most elemental intertwining of family legacies. 

BRING BACK THE BLOCK PARTIES

 In the United States of America (the Republic for which it stands), we the citizens have the right to assemble and be heard. Since the election process leading up to THE VOTE for president of the United States in 2016, as in every presidential election year people assembled to support their candidate and to protest the other candidates. Unlike other years past, this election cycle brought out a number of people protesting in such a way as to put any over tired sugar high toddler to shame. In fact, in a manner worthy of five years old kindergarten bully, safe spaces were expected, demanded, designed, implemented, and accepted childhood club house lingo all Social Justice Warrior style became the new reality. This election cycle also gave us the term "Fake News" because you know we never had terms for satire,, lies, ill researched supposed factoid, propaganda, mis information and misdirection before until the term "Fake News" seems to adequately corral anything other than a Politically Correct opinion into one pretty lump of fecal butter. 

Some how words were said to be given greater worth than ever before as long as they were the new magic words. No not, "Please", "Thank you", "You are welcome". No not the words that embodied our rights, liberties, knowledge of the ancients, and certainly not the words of civility and common sense. Instead a whole slew of pronouns. Learn these pronouns because the consequences for not are very real and costly. Besides it would make no sense at all if one worked so diligently on cultivating the perfect level of online social media politically correctness and then right away in person messed it all up with the utterance because you know, face to face can be significantly different than from the cyber sphere. For instance, one has to actually share same air space and time stamp in the flesh with the person that would other wise would be so much easier to passively aggressively ignore until they are finally deleted and blocked. In real life that would mean walk away, or maybe put one's fingers in the ears and sing the La La Song. (*) -maybe while walking away. Or rightly fitting a taco, sausage hoagie, pierogi, into the verbal jousting partner's hand or maybe the bongo drums while taking up for yourself the maracas and just beating out the angst a bit before coming back at another attempt to reason together. Lest, one thinks I am trivializing matters by bringing up food, just try it. Food is good for the belly and soul on so many levels.  Most business around the world is done so over a meal and the final details are sealed over meals. Why are meals so important? Perhaps just as important as words and in some situations more important?  Because wars have been fought, won and lost an even abated over words and even food.

IT IS A SIMPLE FACT WORLDS WILL COLLIDE. IMPACT HAPPENS. WHAT RESULTS FROM THE DESTRUCTION FROM THE IMPACT IS YOUR OWN CREATION -AND THEN SO THE CYCLE CONTINUES.​ 

ANOTHER IMPORTANT SIMPLE FACT -BREAKFAST MAY NOT BE SERVED IN HELL (we actually do not know if it is or is not), BUT BREAKFAST IS SERVED IN JAIL (depending on what part of the world one  is and depending on the jail) AND IT IS NOT STARBUCKS.

ANARCHY IS NOT THROWING TEMPER TANTRUMS
ANARCHY IS KNOWING YOUR RIGHTS AND RESPONSIBILITIES AND HOLDING YOURSELF TO THESE AS AN INDIVIDUAL, A FAMILY MEMBER AND A MEMBER OF YOUR COMMUNITIES (WHILE HOPEFULLY MAKING THE GOVERNMENT MORE AND MORE OBSOLETE)

THERE IS A TIME TO ROCK DOWN ELECTRIC AVENUE TAKING IT TO THE STREETS AND THERE IS A TIME (MOST EVERY TIME TO JUST GO PLAY BALL, HAVE A PICNIC, BOND OVER GOOD FOOD, GOOD TIMES AND MAKE FRIENDS) 

BEFORE WE BLAME GOVERNMENTS, WORLD LEADERS, AND SOCIETY. EVEN BEFORE WE BLAME THE MAN (WOMAN) IN THE MIRROR. LET'S JUST FESS UP...THEN HUSH UP AND THEN GET BACK TO  GROOVING TO THE SONG OF SONGS.