I am not always comfortable recounting the events, thoughts, and dispositions of my life, a complexity which I have lived from the twentieth century into the twenty-first century. And whose life is not complex? As far as we know none of us have done this living gig before, we are all beginners at it. For a couple of posts here, I am taking a break from the usual things that I write about, and writing out my responses to questions that people ask one another when they are in a playful mood, and when they want to get to know one another better.
If I could go back to any period in time, trip a tardis into time, I would grit my teeth, gird my loins, bind my breasts, and travel to occasions of mayhem and murder in the American twentieth century. I want to see who was doing what when there was voter fraud and other misfeasance in government offices; when the multiple bombings occurred at the Pentagon and the World Trade Center; when the assassinations of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy and Christian Minister Martin Luther King Jr. were perpetrated; and so on. Like almost everyone else I am sick and tired of the deep state's lies and the main stream media's obfuscations. I want to know what really happened.
Caption: Trip A Tardis Into Time
by Annmarie Throckmorton 2019