It was a long time ago,
You know,
Yesterday 😎
Thursday, July 16, 2026
Wednesday, July 15, 2026
We are (still) one
We are One
Mary E. Gerdt
Friday, June 4, 2010
We are one
We are one
Can there be a doubt?
Can you figure out,
How there could be
A way besides
We are one?
And if there is
No start or end
When you get through it
Where did it go?
We are one
Time has no end
or beginning
An endless sphere of time
Spinning so fast
You never saw it go.
But did it?
We are one
Remember when
You hurt your friend
How it hurt?
We are one
At the end of the day,
The begining really and
End all in one.
We are one.
Tuesday, July 14, 2026
Monday, July 13, 2026
Midnight in the desert 🛸 👽
Last night,
Actually this morning,
As I was waking up, but in between
Asleep and Awake,
I heard a signal code, or something like that.
Letters and Numbers,
Made sense to me at the time.
That’s when I knew it was a dream.
Fred said it reminded him of Art Bell,
Our favorite late night radio 📻 show,
Midnight in the Desert.
Funny, I did too 😎 🛸 👽
Grok had a little fun…
Sunday, July 12, 2026
Saturday, July 11, 2026
Mom
Mom ❤️
Yesterday is her Birthday.
I moved this post to Saturday because
Our perpetrator BOLO is now pinned on my X,
Indefinitely.
Friday, July 10, 2026
Our perpetrator BOLO is now pinned on my X, Indefinitely.
Our perpetrator BOLO is now pinned on my X, Indefinitely.
Land of the Free.
— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) July 4, 2026
There are consequences for infringing on our rights,
Property and the pursuit of happiness.
I love the land of my birth,
Yet the justice sometimes,
feels just out of reach.@CBS6 https://t.co/emBcIJpC4N
Just Us
This is not to be judgemental only to explain the pain of lawyering and why I believe the justice system is flawed. I thank my forefathers that I am free to write what I want in this, my blog haven. Someday perhaps Hunter will wonder what happened to us and this is how I saw things. by Alice Karma.
Hallways of Just us
By Alice Karma
We stood there shivering in fear,
I am comfortable in a hospital ICU where I worked and knew what to do, what to expect,
Not these scary halls of justice where lawyers stroll in in all black and saunter while we shiver.
Out darts our lawyer, pulled away from all his expensive research he had done,
We didn't know he charged us over 10 thousand dollars for the research that failed to nail down the real facts.
He returns face blank, washed of color, breathless because he doesn't want to tell us
Our opponents want us gone, they want all the money and property and they hate us.
I think, why do they hate us so?
Can they do that I ask? Now in a panic over losing what we have had, where we lived and now who we loved.
How could that lawyer say such bad things about us that our lawyer cannot even tell us, but that ashen look says he believes the other guy, that big imposing confident powerful I win every case I try attorney.
How little I knew then about the halls of just us.
Just us two people, so minor to the world, accused of heinous crimes without anyone calling the police.
Just us, two children who were taught to do as your parents say even if your parents wanted to beat you or accuse you and lie because someone told them to.
Just us, choosing then the wrong path, fear, afraid we would never see them again, fear we would have to lose everything we had worked for, fear of losing, fear of winning, afraid to the core.
Just us, our attorney already looking at us out of the corner of his eye, figuring the big I know everything attorney really meant that we are evil incarnate and if he says something, he must be telling the truth because he would not lie or bend the truth.
This is the halls of just us.
By Alice Karma
We stood there shivering in fear,
I am comfortable in a hospital ICU where I worked and knew what to do, what to expect,
Not these scary halls of justice where lawyers stroll in in all black and saunter while we shiver.
Out darts our lawyer, pulled away from all his expensive research he had done,
We didn't know he charged us over 10 thousand dollars for the research that failed to nail down the real facts.
He returns face blank, washed of color, breathless because he doesn't want to tell us
Our opponents want us gone, they want all the money and property and they hate us.
I think, why do they hate us so?
Can they do that I ask? Now in a panic over losing what we have had, where we lived and now who we loved.
How could that lawyer say such bad things about us that our lawyer cannot even tell us, but that ashen look says he believes the other guy, that big imposing confident powerful I win every case I try attorney.
How little I knew then about the halls of just us.
Just us two people, so minor to the world, accused of heinous crimes without anyone calling the police.
Just us, two children who were taught to do as your parents say even if your parents wanted to beat you or accuse you and lie because someone told them to.
Just us, choosing then the wrong path, fear, afraid we would never see them again, fear we would have to lose everything we had worked for, fear of losing, fear of winning, afraid to the core.
Just us, our attorney already looking at us out of the corner of his eye, figuring the big I know everything attorney really meant that we are evil incarnate and if he says something, he must be telling the truth because he would not lie or bend the truth.
This is the halls of just us.
Thursday, July 9, 2026
Wednesday, July 8, 2026
Tuesday, July 7, 2026
Monday, July 6, 2026
A light moment in the White House
A day or days before the assassination of President Lincoln 💔😢
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