From the recording Broad-Based Holidays
White Christmas Mocha tune by John Royce Holtz, J.D.
“Snow shellacks… Outside warm, log cabin. Two loaded rifles, crossed in between the Deer’s Head. Ready to ruin marauders’ attack…on Snow Castle….Frothy White Mocha makes lips purr. The infiltrating Caffeine makes mind swirl with Ingenuity!… Body and Spirit warmer than usual…Boldness and Purpose reinstated…Just in time for Christmas Eve…”
You may actually hear the snow shellacking with some unusually tweaked, blizzard of a synthesizer. This Christmas-themed song definitely wields many holiday elements including the riveting snow, the hint of danger and the probability of regulating that potentiality, a conceivably, double entendre with “Frothy, White Mocha makes Lips purr!”.., the Secret of Caffeine circum-navigating its Bee Hive Rustling to reach infinite thought gestation by Expediting its way around that very bee hive rustling more quickly than had that caffeine-induced roadblock not been present in the first place! For Christian religious folks out there, I imagine that holiday Boldness and Purpose would Re-instate amidst the excitement, “….just in time for Christmas Eve!”
Besides the song referring to Christmas Eve particularly, with the anticipation of presents, holiday food and all of the acoutrements, the holiday song subtly refers to the necessity for stricter gun control. Nonetheless, the fundamental right for the second Amendment of the American Constitution should remain intact.
There should be zero lives senselessly exterminated by revolting, nefarious people who could not care less if YOU die! Instead of mass shootings in schools, Students of tomorrow’s future should find safe haven while studying and being everywhere else.
To achieve stricter gun control, there should me more extensive background checks on potential gun purchasers. Gun buyers should also have to pass intense psychological evaluations utilizing the most state-of-the-art ‘technology’ to ensure that there are less bad apples ending up with guns. Also, structural technology on guns should only allow each gun to be fired by the handprint of the owner. Ammunition should be directly traceable to the owner of every gun. Higher power machine guns should be prohibited and rounded up, in exchange for compensation. Too many Dears are unnecessarily getting blown away by too many trigger-happy rifles without legitimate cause nor due process.
The case is very different when a sovereign nation is brutalized by terrorists too many times and the nation finally defends itself like any self-respecting country should to remain safe. The lives of an initially Defender country’s innocent civilians should never become butchered, raped, and dismembered like “Dear,” without the consequence of retaliatory and pre-emptive slaughtering of the initial murderers to make sure that this never happens again. Maybe one day forgive—But never forget…A sovereign, decent nation should not settle for living in fear, facing senseless loss of human life.
It is pathetically ironic that there can be War even while Santa is about to fly around the world in his sleigh…
The rape and dismemberment of scores of female soldiers by thousands of terrorists on October 7 several years ago created an obligation by Israel to root out the cowardly murderers, hiding with the throngs who put them up.
I realize that there were probably some innocents from Gaza who may not have all been Anti-Semitic who were caught up in the midst of the doomed terrorists. That is another sadness inherent to the aggressions of instigated war and barbarism. War should only be a last resort when legitimate, ideological impasses prevent peace.
Before the ugly Massacre by terrorist militants Hamas on October 7, I had an idea that there could be peace if the Israelis gave seminars on their perspective to the Palestinians in return for far greater economic privileges. This would have conceivably built grass-roots trust that both sides would have benefited from, long term.
One Holiday Season when I was in law school, my Mom and I drove through Medford, Oregon, to retrieve some of my Brother’s belongings….On the way up from California, my Mom and I had an especially wonderful conversation for the first time in a long while. In a Drive-Thru, we got some terrific, piping hot White Mochas….Hence, the inception of my greatest song about Christmas in particular….!
Unfortunately, on the way back, instead of running with the momentum of our newly bolstered bond, I fell asleep…I love her so much, though! I sometimes wish that before law school began, it might have been possible to have bolstered a deeper friendship with her had I not made a comeback on the NorCal competition tennis circuit, elusively trying to reinstate my manhood from mental illness with further rankings and inexorable physical training.
Once again, I became a one dimensional, Arthur C. Stackerazz “Alpha” specimen, who chased elusive perfection, from my novel, The Ascent of a Barbarious Court Squatter— without a heart…
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