Shared Article from AOL: COVID-19 could spread by airborne transmission: CDC

Six Months ago I posted several Blogs warning of the Dangers of Airborne Micro Particles and the need for wearing a Mask. I learned that many years ago while working in Hazmat, I learned that Confined spaces such as Elevators and Airplanes Micro Particles of Germs attached to a Dust Fiber could linger for Days in a confined Space. I have been wearing a Mask since the first Week of March. I just Read that in the Month of March Airlines didn’t require the wearing of Mask on Flights. I further Read that one Flight to Vietnam, one Passenger infected fifteen fellow Passengers. The choice is yours, I made my choice to wear a Mask for eight Hours a Day while I was in the Courthouse where I work. I have seen them Fog the Building daily, we are still operating at ten percent. Why would I not wear a Mask.

America, Life



Propaganda is the most Powerful Disinformation Tool in the Arsenal of Mind Control. Used properly it eradicates free Thinking. The Romans used it against Jesus to justify Pontius Pilot’s Execution, so did Hitler to commit Genocide of Germany’s Jewish Citizens, PW Botha followed Suite. They all Indoctrinated their Constituents in order to carry out their Atrocities without Public Condemnation. Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions that differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions. ( Albert Einstein) These are the ones That are Sponges for the Propaganda Machine. They are incapable of formulating a single solitary Thought of their own, if they didn’t read it or weren’t told then it isn’t so.

A fluent Thinker formulates his own Opinions free of outside Influences. Sheeplike Mentality are afraid of the Truth and don’t seek it.

The indigenous peoples of the Americas are the pre-Columbian peoples of North, Central and South America and their descendants. They lived in what is now known as Florida for Hundreds of years before the Mayflower sailed. When the Mayflower arrived they found People who have been living here for Thousands of years. The Natives thought them how to survive in this new Land. Look at how they repaid them by refusing to share the Land. The Africans thought then how to Harvest the Land which took them into the Industrial Age.

A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life is based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving – Albert Einstein. I believe he is referring to the People who have made the World a Great place to live, America including. America have always been Blessed with Visionaries, Foreigners like the People of the Mayflower including. Today America is hurting for Visionaries. Human Rights is only a Propaganda Tool it never existed. Why do you think that Moses had to ask God to give him the Power to deliver his People. How many would have been Slaughtered if the Red Sea didn’t Retract. The reason for this Blog is that there are People who consider Affordable Health Insurance and Social Security to be Acts of Socialism.

The World's Greatest Daredevil

Will the real Independent Thinkers please stand up. My Wife is a Retired Federal Employee, that is the only way we could afford the Health Coverage that we have. It isn’t free each Month they take four Hundred and fifty Dollars from her Pension to pay for it. Yet a Friend of mine who grows older each Day have no Health Insurance while he wears the Red Cap. In him I see the true meaning of Propaganda, Brainwashing. Einstein also said that the only thing more Dangerous than Ignorance is Arrogance, he further said that Tyrants keep the People Ignorant. I was barely fifteen when I decided that I wanted to work in the Neighborhood Supermarket.

To do so I had to go to the Department of Labor and get a Permit because of my Age, it stated how many Hours per Day I could work and how late. All through High School I worked, I have always been a Squirrel securing a Nut. I felt like a Man being fifteen bringing Money Home to support the Household. I dressed better than my Teachers and always had Money in my Pocket. At forty Social Security sent me a Letter telling me that all my Quarters were paid. That meant that if I quit working at forty and waited twenty three years I was Eligible for Social Security payments. I continued working up to Today, the next communication I received from them twenty years ago was that I had paid a Half a Million into the Fund.

I am still working at sixty seven, Social Security Penalized me for taking back some of my Money at sixty Three and further penalized me for making too much money from still working, that is an extra two Hundred Monthly that they take, that amounts to nine Hundred Dollars of my Money that they keep Monthly. You are going to make America Great? Go sell that Propaganda Elsewhere.  Killing Payroll Tax is sticking a Knife in my Back. God I Love Mr Morgan, he should run for President, he is the most Successful Attorney in Florida, he said when you have Lived long enough to get to our Age, you have earned the Right to Speak your Mind. Thanks WordPress for giving me the Platform.

America, Life, Motivation





The way that People live their miserable Existence and interact with others, is enough for one to drop out of Society and become a Hermit. Many years ago while living in Pennsylvania, being a Nature lover, I would Hike uncharted Trails deep into the Woods. One Trail I charted for myself was a one and a half Mile incline only fitting the travels of a Billy Goat. At the bottom of this Gorge was a pristine Lake made by Nature, top of the up-climb was a Plateau of five Acres. Many times I contemplated buying and Building a Log Cabin. I knew that I was only dreaming, because my Wife hated the Woods. Regardless that is one of my secret Places far away from Bellicose People.

Yesterday I read an Article that gave Creditable reasoning for my Log Cabin. Right here in Florida, a seventy nine years old man who had lived in the same Home for twenty five years. Came Home one Day to find a Cinder Block Abutment erected two feet onto his Driveway and the Adjacent Property. The new Neighbor is said to be some kind of Minister, did I mention Bellicose. He bought the House, did his Survey of the Property and discovered that his Neighbor’s Driveway was two feet onto his five Acres Property. Without discussing it with the Man who have been living there for twenty five years, The Rambunctious Idiot threw up a Wall his first day of Ownership. I have seen on Police Drama Shows where bad Blood among Neighbors got ugly to the point of Murder.

Thank God that this Wall didn’t get to that point. Nonetheless it created a lot of Stress for a seventy nine years old Man trying to live out his remaining years in peace. The way we Live with each other never amazed me of the Underbelly of Life. Last Night coming Home at Twelve A .M. Something happened to me that I had to say, thank you Lord. As I have said over and again, I don’t go through life Blindfolded. I see things beyond the average Human Capabilities, I recognize such things as Inexplicable Occurrences. Things that can be perceived as signs from God. Before I left the House I had to use my portable Generator/ Compressor to put twenty one pounds of Air in one of my Tires.

I should have repaired the Tire right then and there, I had everything I needed to do it myself and it’s something that I do profeciently. I didn’t I just pumped it up, My Wife nags me all the Time that Men do things differently, she is right, they live on the Edge. As a result I had to pull off the Road coming Home and put more Air in the damaged Tire. While pumping up the Tire a Man Drove past me then backed up and asked me if I was ok. In these Dangerous Times that we are living in, that is something remarkable. If I was truly in need of help he was there for me. Isn’t that what this thing called Life is all about, looking out for each other, willing to lend a helping Hand.

So I said to myself thank you Lord for showing me that all is not lost when it comes down to Humanity, cause I would have done the same. Not even knowing if the Person was on the Run from the Law and would have Jacked the working Vehicle. That is the sign that my Soul needed in these Turbulent times of Race-baiting that we need each other and how Fragile we are. As the Song goes I need a Jukebox Hero, and there he was, regardless of Race, Color or Ethnicity. Thank you Lord for showing me that I should keep the Faith in My fellow Man because we’re are all not like that. It could have been a Car full of young Thugs willing to bashed my Brains in for the Change in my Wallet, but it wasn’t, it was my Guardian Angel. Talking about signs, I passed him along the way, then he passed me just before he made his turn off the Main Drag. I glanced in his Car and Focused on him looking for his Halo, all I saw was the Face of Love. As the saying goes I walk not just by Sight, but by Faith also. The Beetles said it Fifty years ago ” Come together right now over me”. I could go on and on about the Subject but I think that I have said a mouthful, as the Man said ” Read my Lips”. Parting Words,  “Games Without Frontiers, War without Tears” . Here are the Lyrics from my Favorite Song by my Favorite Group.

By Through The Roots

Where are we going

Look where we’ve been

Ignoring the signs

Blinding our eyes

Where will it end

We can live in the light

Or hide in the darknes

We continue to fight

Though we didn’t start this

And it’s killing me

See this world that we share

Painted by artists

Placing strokes without care

Think it’ll be easy to find some peace in a world but we’re are all just fighting each other

But a perfect pitch has a perfect plan and it’s not just a crushing of color

Can you hear my voice as I’m crying out

This is the movement, so move with me now, now

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We will rise higher, higher, higher

I believe that life is a canvas its all part of something bigger

Constantly changing with the times an ever evolving figure

What will it take to walk hand in hand change with the times and understand

Make harmony what’s unity

Erase the meaning of a foreign land

Now it’s a world with no borders

Demanding a new world order

Imagine that we never had to read another story of a life cut short by a murder

It should be easy to find some peace in a world since we all share this place with each other

Its up to us to spread the love around

We’ve got to support one another

Can you hear my voice as I’m crying out

This is the movement, so move with me now, now

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We will rise higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We can rise higher, higher, higher

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Dwight Duncan / Troy Barrington Mclean / R. Mcleod / Carl Mcleod / Dwight Marvin Duncan / Carlton Oliver Mcleod / Raymond Mcleod / Raymond Vincent Mcleod

America, Life, Religion

Brutally Frank


That was just a Dream


Brutally Frank

When I moved to Florida I needed something to do to supplement my Income, so I took a Job working in a Resort. Being a People Person, I thought that working in the Consigliere Dept as a flunkie for the Guests would be the Ideal spot for me. While there I met some very nice People and some not so nice ones. With thei’r permissions and requests I wrote about three of them. One sent me an Email and told me that they were overcome with Tears of Joy for what I wrote about thei’r eight years old Daughter, that she would evolve into a World Class Citizen with Leadership quality. I also stated that her Parents work shined through her Mannerisms. These are the kind of People I live my entire Life to meet.

They had thei’r own Business back Home, but they were down to Earth People nontheless. The others you could put in a Barrel and roll them over Niagara Falls. For instance one Guest who asked me if it is necessary for the Staff to use the same Elevator with the Guests. She was a Repugnant Women with a few Bucks, I looked better, dressed better and smelled better  than the old Haig of forty five with wrinkles becoming of a Sailor who has been at Sea for too long. Her Mentality was still back in 1913 when Old Black Women and Pregnant Black Women gave their Seat to young White Men. I have endured Ignoramus Amebas Like that for fifty three years and said not a word. The Silence has given me an Ulcer in my Stomach that gets worse each year. This is my last Blog on the Subject, because one Hand clapping is an exercise in futility. 1968 I watched Dr King and John Lewis got sprayed with water Cannons, chased by Dogs and beaten with Clubs by Gestapos, all for exercising their Constitutional Rights. I rest my Case.

Like Niel Young and Phil Collins said, ” keep on rocking in a Free World” why? ” It’s just another Day in Paradise for you and me”.

I don’t know if it’s because my Mentor was a deeply Religious Christian Woman I called Mother, or I am just Gullible. Regardless, I believe just about everything that I have read in the Bible. It says that God made man in his own Image, it didn’t say he made White Man, it didn’t say he made Black Man or for that matter ( There is that Word again Matter) neither did it say he made a variety of Men. So why is all our Rainbow of Colors the major Driving force in how we Perceive and treat each other. If you ask me such Ideologies are nothing short of Dimwittedness.

Scholars, Theologians and So called Godfearing People hold these Idiocrincies as a Roadmap for living thei’r Lives. Religion was created by Man, Mankind has been Flawed since the Garden of Eden and the first Murder by Cain. Spiritually is God given, I choose to follow the latter being someone who holds the Ten Commandments as the Laws of Life, the Laws to Live by. I am my Brother’s Keeper. I was only seventeen when I first practiced that Ideology. I was Working full-time for a Fast Food Chain in NYC while still in High School. I was the Closer, my responsibilities included counting and securing the Money, cleaning the Restaurant and disposing of whatever food that wasn’t sold. In those Days it appeared that all the Homeless People in New York lived Downtown Manhattan.

I started a procedure of Humanely disposing of the Food that wasn’t sold. I would find a Lid from a Box, lined it with Aluminum Foil and put the Food that was supposed to be thrown into the Dumpster, placed it on top of a Garbage Can. To the Wretched Indigent Population around the 14th street area, I was Godsent. To my Boss I was an Idiot who encouraged them to Loiter around the Restaurant, I was apprehended and fired. My only regret was that whoever replaced me wouldn’t follow me footsteps. Years later I Learned that I.R.S. gave Tax Credit if the Food is thrown into the Dumpster, no Credit if if is given away. Talking about user Friendly.  Fifty years later I see no change in the way Society showed Empathy for the Indigent.

The last Church that my Feet crossed The Threshold is the motivation for this Blog. The Neighborhood where I Live is ninety percent White, there are no Black Churches. Yearning to hear the Word of God, I decided to frequent a Church that was ninety nine percent White, with a Black Minister. He, his Family and mine were the one percent. That in itself was a Catalyst for failure. The young Minister was well Educated in Theology though he came from one of the poorest Countries in the World. Naturally he felt Empathy for the Downtrodden and the Disenfranchised. I have always felt that a Minister had the responsibility of not only preaching God’s Words, but also to address Social Ailments such as Racism.

The first Day he addressed the Subject on the Podium I knew that it was the beginning of the End. He was transferred to a Neighborhood that had more of his own Kind, so to Speak. I am not even going to Elaborate on how far up in the Echelons of that Tribe of Barbarians, who think that they are doing God’s Work, the indifference towards the Ten Commandments are practiced Religiously.  Another reason I withdraw my weekly financials contributions were, every Thursdays there were  weekly Socials to bring extra Revenue into the Church’s Coffer. Never once did I hear of feeding the Indigent ones with the leftovers. I guess they practiced what the Restaurant Managers Preach, ” Don’t encourage them to Loiter around your Place. Parting Words, We’ve got a kinder gentler Machine Gun Hand. Like the Man said, when you have Lived long enough to get to our Age, you have earned the Right to Speak your Mind. This Hypocrisy has gone on for too long with the World casting a Blind Eye and Deaf Ears. Today in the Courthouse where I work I had a Great Conversation with a young Black Sheriff Deputy. I told him that Respect should not be given or taken, it should be Earned by the way you do your Job and the way you Live your Life, he replied, thank you Sir. My deepest Respect to him for wanting to serve and Protect our Neighborhoods be they Black or white.

America, Life

Courage to be Different

Ever since I was fifteen I was always drawn to People with Convictions, people who was not afraid to be Different no matter the outcome Joe Medler is such a Person and has won my Respect. This Blog was written four years ago I dug it up going through the Directories of one of my old discarded Phones. I had lost contact with Joe but now I am one of his most Devoted Followers. To those of you who don’t like my Controversial Style, remember it takes Courage to Grow.


To Exercise Virtue

‘Courage is the most important of all the virtues because without it you can’t practice any other virtue consistently.’ -Maya Angelou

I’m thinking a lot about this quote and the idea it contains today.

Last night we elected a man to lead our country who I find to be dangerous. And I’m a white, middle class male. I can’t imagine the fear that my darker skinned brothers and sisters are feeling right now. I identify with them and I agree with them and I vote with them, but I am disciplined in acknowledging always that I am not in their shoes. I cannot have their perspective, even if I empathize with it. I am not the father of little girls nor am I a woman. I’m a native English speaking American and don’t have to fear being rounded up. I advocate for the disabled, both professionally and personally and I’m not them, watching a man openly mock an actual person with a disability, bullying him while doing his job from the podium with flags flying and crowds cheering and guffawing. I’m an advocate, but I’m protected.

I’m from the disaffected, largely white area of the country that would appear to have given the Presidency to Donald Trump. I know that the people that voted for him see something other than a dangerous, white supremacist, misogynistic monster. From my angle I’m afraid that that thing they saw allowed them to think they were supporting someone of virtue. Someone who would prioritize them without hurting others. I fear that they similarly can’t see what this feels like to fellow, hard working Americans with skin darker than theirs. Or the hard working immigrant families who’ve sacrificed whole lives, whole histories and all social standing to come to the place where hope lived only to find it lead by a man threatening to deport, insisting on building a wall and enthusiastically able to belittle and dismiss the sacrifice of families who’ve lost loved ones in defense of our highest ideals.

I don’t have any idea what I can do but stand up and try to find a sliver of light in the dark where I can try to send love through. It’s hard to listen when you are afraid. I am afraid. But it’s incredibly important to listen. I will try. I’m pretty sure I’ll fail a lot of the time, but i will keep trying.

What I do see is there is a lot of anger. There is a lot of fear. The air has been thick with it for years. My instincts in this moment are awful. I want to scream. I want to yell and lash out and blanket the land in judgment. It would feel good to do that. The fights that would ensue would make me feel like I was doing something. But I’d be working against the solutions we need. The fact is that this is a time that demands virtue. You can’t defeat the dark without light. You can’t address fear with fear. Anger will not go away with louder anger.

Patience. Love. Understanding. Compassion. Empathy.

These are the virtues we are lacking. There are real world problems that require real world answers. Yes. But if we can’t hear each other, if we can’t understand and empathize with the real fears than we can’t even begin the difficult conversations we need to have. We can’t ever learn to understand why something so confounding, how something so terrifying ever could have happened. I’m scared, I truly am. For me to overcome it’s going to take courage. It’s going to take courage to be patient. To listen. To try to reseed humanity, whatever tiny little portion of it I can effect with love.

There’s work to do. We must shine light into darkness. We must stay curious. We must seek out hate and counter it with love. We must find fear and meet it with empathy. We must meet anger head on and do whatever we can to show people compassion and love.

We must have courage and exercise our virtues. This is a time for our better angels to reveal themselves.

Author: joejmedler

Joe Medler lives in New Jersey with his wife, who is universally understood to be far too good for him, and his two young sons, who are far too smart for him. His work has been featured on MamaLode, The Original Bunker Punks and Sammiches and Psych Meds. You can find more of his work at and follow him on Facebook at

One thought on “To Exercise Virtue”

  1. The article is very riveting and revealing.
    I Blog about parenting and relationships, so it would be inappropriate to interject Racism. I do have a Blog written on the subject. I will forward it to you at a later date. However I do envision a lot of civil unrest down the road and pray they don’t escalate. With no mention of relevance I a Black.

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