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Month: May 2025

The Second Coming Comes

I spent 33 years locked in a promise I made Presidents Ford and Carter. I would not involve myself in partisan politics while running the organization we had begun.

Once retired, I still would not involve in political discussions. That isn’t to say I had nothing to say, it is just after those 33 years of struggling to help people deal with the facts, I am no longer interested in what anyone else thinks.

From where I have stood, no one thinks. Like eating a Big Mack to satisfy their hunger, people have become accustomed to tunning into some political preacher who says what satisfies and then mimics them with “lock box” conviction.

When politics becomes the conversation, I have become a joke. “Mention politics,” they say, “if you want to watch Kimball walk out of the room.”

If I am stuck, as the other day, with a devoted Christian, Trump supporter and close friend, who thought him God’s tool to make things wrong, right again, I simply agree.

Yes, Jesus was selfless, thoughtful, kind, forgiving with endless compassion for the suffering, downtrodden and all those without hope. Trump, his doppelganger – very difficult to see much difference.

Richard Kimball

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Nothing is more upsetting than that moment in a dispute when you realize you’ve been wrong!

Daily, millions of our fellow citizens enter that condition.

As the absurdity of supporting this quasar of toddler self-indulgent nonsense begins to roost in bank accounts, a day of clarity presents itself.

It isn’t that right wing media begins to crack, or even Congressional fanaticos suddenly skulking for self-preservation, it is The People, whose roots lock back in and the human desire for justice and fair play is renourished.

Richard Kimball

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Been There Done That

I was six when I first worried about death. An older brother mentioned we only live into our 60s. It was simple arithmetic – I had only 9 of my life spans left.

So it began, a lifelong, almost daily uneasiness about the time left.

When I was six, I sensed no pre-me, I had been my forever, and time was…well if it moved at all, was sap slow. A school year lasted forever, and the next Christmas was an eternity away.

This is not to say early life was boring, just the opposite. So, sodden I was after that first breath (whatever that freakish experience must have been) with new, never had or imagined intimacies with this thing or that, each one seeming eons from those had just a few moments ago.

The freshly pealed, raw experiences of life began on some supersonic conveyor belt of WOWs.

But as life progresses the belt offers fewer, fresh WOWs and increasing chains of “been there, done that,” repetitions.

As I age, the belt’s “been there, done that,” offerings increase, fatigue sets in and the belt of time speeds up as if to find anything new.

Days become weeks, then months and suddenly another year flashes by.

When as old as me, that first wonderous breath you took so very long ago has been repeated 650 million times and you are good to go.

Richard Kimball

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