No one believes it's happening . . .
Tuesday, June 30, 2026. 8:30 a.m. CST. It's Tiw's day . . . another hot one in Green Country. Strong Southerlies, clear sunny skies and heat index temps in the low 100's are in the TulseyTown forecasts for the afternoon hours.
As the nation prepares to mark the 250th anniversary of our independence from a king, the Supreme Court and our current president are doing everything possible to resurrect a king in America. – Robert Reich, The End of Independent Agencies, substack, 6.29.26
Jus' sayin'
The time when you put normal life on hold as much as possible and focus your attention on saving the Republic? It’s now. Right now. Do not wait for something to be set on fire — America is already burning. Estimates made last year said we had fewer than 400 days. Today it's more more like 100 – Timothy Garton Ash, professor of European Studies emeritus at the University of Oxford and a Senior Fellow at the Hoover Institution. September 2025.
This past Friday, June 26, James Talarico delivered his official acceptance speech for the Democratic nomination for U.S. senator from Texas at the Texas Democratic Convention held in Corpus Christi. It was one that could ring across the country. – Heather Cox Richardson, in Letters From An American./june-28-2026
Sunday night at the Kennedy Center, Bill Maher was awarded this year’s Mark Twain Prize for American Humor.
Today in 1936 Margaret Mitchell's Civil War novel Gone with the Wind, was published. A Pulitzer Prize winner, more than 30 million copies of the novel have been printed worldwide. The 1939 film adaptation won ten Academy Awards.
Laureate awarded actor and singer Lena Horne was born on this day in 1917, Brooklyn, New York.
It's the birthday today of Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz. The Nobel Prize laureate was born in 1911 Szetejnie, Lithuania.
A Song on the End of the World
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.
. . .
No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.
Warsaw, 1944
– Czeslaw Milosz, “A Song on the End of the World,” from The Collected Poems 1931-1987, Harper Collins. 1988.