“The way to turn our economy around is not by making rich people poorer, it’s by making poor people richer.” – Marco Rubio

“The way to turn our economy around is not by making rich people poorer, it’s by making poor people richer.” – Marco Rubio

“When the ancients said a work well begun was half done, they meant to impress the importance of always endeavoring to make a good beginning.” – Polybius
But to that good beginning, there must be follow-through to achieve an equivalent ending. E.g., Boots on the ground or not, we must finish the regime in Iran, or we will have trouble with them for decades to come.


Paradox Is the Puzzle
by Michael Doyle
If we understood the meaning of home
We'd know that DNA means we're never alone.
We are made in the image of those above,
Very few of whom truly believe in love.
We were born from death and annihilation.
Does that paradox truly require explanation?
The old way had to die to get to what's new,
And who's to say what is left to be true?
Truth, love, and justice are fairy tales to chase.
The paradox is the puzzle we can't erase.
We are here by someone else's choice of place,
Turn that around in your paper chase.
All of life is a matter of agreements made.
It will be kept if we're not afraid.
Yet, conflict erupts, and soon, we're hating.
The truth is, we should be patiently waiting.
Through a twist of fate, we have survived.
Now we wait for a rising Son to have arrived.
A game among the gods is an unwelcome intrusion.
We welcome the chaos and its resultant illusion.
Truth, love, and justice are fairy tales to chase.
The paradox is the puzzle we can't erase.
We are here by someone else's choice of place,
Turn that around in your paper chase.
Seeking superior knowledge and ways of knowing,
The heat sinks of hate will soon be glowing.
In a carnival of sheerest vanity,
Data centers might become the death of humanity.
Puzzled faces search for erratic clues,
While faith and hope have surely paid their dues.
That which passes for true faith must be kept.
These are the tears of the angels wept.
Truth, love, and justice are fairy tales to chase.
The paradox is the puzzle we can't erase.
We are here by someone else's choice of place,
Turn that around in your paper chase.
(c) May 27, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

“The art of healing comes from nature, not from the physician. Therefore the physician must start from nature, with an open mind.” – Paracelsus

“Political Science carries inseparably with it the study of piety, and that he who is not pious cannot be truly wise.” – Giambattiista Vico

“It’s not about standing still and becoming safe. If anybody wants to keep creating they have to be about change.” – Miles Davis

“The constitutions of most of our States assert that all power is inherent in the people; that… it is their right and duty to be at all times armed.“– Thomas Jefferson


Back-Up Plans Never Made
by Michael Doyle
All of a god's children agreed and said,
Except for those who were swept dead,
That the god must somehow start again,
Hoping this time to avoid a pattern of sin.
Seeking a clean, pure planet to own,
One that a god and his children can call home.
All of this may feel like one god's vanity,
But it's the last hope for all of humanity.
This planet has been brought to ruin,
And certainly it's a thing of humans doing.
Being human, we're bound to make mistakes.
It doesn't seem to matter if God's heart breaks.
It's long past the time that any god had control.
On the whole, everyone believes they own their own soul.
Corrective minds adhere to how evil grows.
Faith has been mastered until it barely flows.
Every error is on the side of our arrogance -
Wearing a pointed hat does not induce competence.
Like every other mortal man, each is born a sinner,
And this god, like any god, sees him as that sinner.
This planet has been brought to ruin,
And certainly it's a thing of humans doing.
Being human, we're bound to make mistakes.
It doesn't seem to matter if God's heart breaks.
It is perhaps humanity's last lament,
To know that each of us is merely an instrument -
Used as we are, simply broken tools,
And none of us has the sense to follow rules.
The bells toll for what's at stake.
We are brought to the edge before we break.
A child's prayer is heard like a heavenly cry
While helpless hands reach in hope toward the sky.
This planet has been brought to ruin,
And certainly it's a thing of humans doing.
Being human, we're bound to make mistakes.
It doesn't seem to matter if God's heart breaks.
No wailing wall will help us now,
As we search for hope, not knowing how.
A god looks on as helpless as any,
Knowing full well the fault falls on many.
Heaven's pristine soldiers march toward war,
Confused at the promise that there would be no more.
The point has been reached where all dreams fade,
And the best hope is for back-up plans never made.
This planet has been brought to ruin,
And certainly it's a thing of humans doing.
Being human, we're bound to make mistakes.
It doesn't seem to matter if God's heart breaks.
(c) May 25, 2026 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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