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About Gary Nilsen

I'm a writer. I have a lot of things to say - sometimes I like to tell stories and those show up in the books I write. Sometimes I get angry or frustrated by the things I see in the news, so comments about these will be showing up on this blog. Social injustice is the spark to my fuse... I live in New York with my family and two Old English Sheepdogs. I've lived in far off places - the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, and have been fortunate to visit many other parts of the world. Stay tuned...

With Liberty and Justice for…

Recognizable words from the country’s Pledge of Allegiance. As I read a news blurb that mentioned the illegality of providing food to the homeless in some cities, those words rose in my mind. I thought such laws could not exist. So, I Googled it, and what do you think I found? I found that in my own backyard, our erstwhile Mayor Bloomberg made it illegal for food to be delivered to homeless shelters because the city wasn’t able to monitor the salt, fat, and fiber content of the foods being eaten by the homeless.

Say what? I’m pretty sure a homeless person would be willing to endure a salty bagel as opposed to death.

So, I began to think further about the words to the Pledge of Allegiance, a daily school recitation that has probably been desensitized in the minds of most from such constant repetition, but consider the components:

Pledge – as a noun – “a solemn promise or agreement to do or refrain from doing something.”

Pledge – as a verb – “to promise solemnly” or “to stake, as one’s honor.”

Allegiance – a noun – “loyalty or devotion to some person, group, cause, or the like.”

Every day school children promise their loyalty to both the flag, which represents our nation as a whole, and to the republic, which includes all the people who are its citizens. But do we?

A quick survey of our country would seem to suggest otherwise. Illegality of feeding the homeless in some cities would seem anathema to our Pledge. So would the prohibitions for same-sex marriage, prejudicial attitudes toward the poor, Jews, Muslims, African-Americans, or any other group you might think of that experiences difficulty on a day-to-day basis.

That pledge we have made countless times seems for naught, and the number of digressions seems to be growing at an alarming rate.

Consider the recent debacle in Indiana with Governor Pence signing the religious freedom bill. Does that not fly in the face of what we have pledged to uphold? Or the Oklahoma fraternity who thought it was funny to chant a song about “niggers”, and the most recent display of Commack, NY teens playing beer pong with swastikas and Auschwitz displayed prominently on their red tee shirts. I’m disgusted by Christian intolerance (what an oxymoron), by white supremacists (read the transcript of Kenneth Morgan Stancil III’s diatribe to a North Carolina judge – charming looking boy, isn’t he – notice the Heil Hitler 88 on his left cheek), by politicians who yield to special interests that favor the rich instead of the promotion of the common people of America.

Teens with Swastikas2  kenneth-morgan-stancil

I think it’s time we look for alternatives to infuse the intent of the Pledge into the DNA of our citizenry, rather than reciting words blindly. (Say any word, any word at all, over and over again, and your ear will quickly convince your mind that it’s meaningless sound).

More importantly, we need to remind ourselves – every day – that our approach to life should promote the tenets of the Pledge; that in this country we have the right to expect Liberty and Justice for ALL.

Welcome to my blog-launch!

I’m so glad you stopped by…

So here’s what I think.

Blogs are like opinions, everyone has one. Most people don’t like hearing other people’s opinions. But that doesn’t matter to writers. Why? Because we can’t help ourselves. It’s this left brain thing that does something to force our fingers to push an organized set of keys to produce words on a screen. And Share. We have to share. We’re simply not happy if we don’t write and we don’t share. Ask a writer’s mother, wife, husband, child if they don’t often wonder what really makes their significant other or parent tick. We frequently space out, sometimes at the dinner table, or in the shower, sometimes even while we driving (hopefully the commissions on highway traffic safety will never force writers to have special license plates). It just means that we’ve taken temporary leave of our senses and feel the soft caress of words gently passing over the frontal lobe of our brains. And then we must write – it’s like taking an Excedrin for a headache.

Anyway, there is sometimes this quandary about what to write. Well, actually, there’s always a quandary, but if we’re lucky, we get to focus on a couple of things we feel passionate about, and then write about them. In my case, it came down to whether I should continue with my original quest – which was to give back a form of entertainment that saw me through so many difficult times, or tackle some of the more serious issues that come across my sphere of observation that invokes that spirit to wield the pen which is “mightier than the sword”. Discussing this with my girlfriend, she said: “why not do both?” She’s not my girlfriend for nothing, you see.

And so I shall. I will continue writing my books and telling my stories. But this blog, so named “My Intemperate Blog” is set aside for my, hopefully, well-considered rants and to hold certain issues up to the light of day in the hopes that whoever reads them will join me in moving something in a better direction, or rethinking a situation or an idea. Many of my thoughts about things are intemperate because the world is so screwed up, and my sense of injustice is moved to the extreme or the severe and that’s what intemperate is all about.