Every new year, we gather around the nation To enjoy the Rose Parade celebration. The thought that I've done this nearly 63 years Brings a slight trickle of champion's tears.
I'm just a little bit missing my daughters, I suppose that's just the path of the modern father. A rain-kissed Pasadena wishes us a happy new year. The crowds there are filled with an iconic cheer.
Magic Johnson came to celebrate the dream Of what it means to be one with the team. With rain gear fully ready and adorned, The fans there came prepared for the morn.
The sound going out was not a thrill, But Disney and the Marine band brought back the thrill. It was once easy to believe in San Francisco, But now that seems so very long ago.
What would the parade be without horses and bands? It's an annual expectation across the land. We see reminders of America's beautiful scenery, And from time to time, we are part of history.
If there's a prevailing message, it seems to be, Kindness and love are something to be given freely. Maybe it is that which gives me a kind of therapy. All I really know is that it feels good and magical to me.
The parade is a continuous bloom of creativity. Every moment makes up hours of levity. The Anheuser-Busch Clydesdales appear to tower While float after float seeks to empower.
There are horse riders from nearly every state, They are between the floral floats that are first-rate. Accepting the rain shower, no performer seems to miss a beat, Though a horse did seem to slip its footing on the street.
The Court came along with its sitting Queen, Always faithful to the latest All-American dream. Being magical requires working together, And when we do, it's always something a bit better.
As the singer sang, "Son-of-A-Gun" This parade turned out to be big fun. From a pancake breakfast to a full-course dinner, It looks like 2026 is a year for the winners.
There's a lot of depth and structure in the designs Of these floats. one after another down the line. I love this parade and how it brings America together. My fervent prayer is that it keeps getting better.
(c) January 1, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Without continual growth and progress, such words as improvement, achievement, and success have no meaning.” – Benjamin Franklin
Whether your New Year’s resolutions be based on virtues as Franklin chose or some other set of goals, his system is nearly foolproof. 1. Set your goals. 2. Set a plan for their achievement. 3. Track the progress, marking accountability for these commitments. 4. Reflect and adjust as needed. 5. Keep in mind to strive toward continuous effort. If you keep this agenda in mind, reaching for the loftiest goals has been proven to be in reach from the humblest beginnings.
What a time that we live in, The most basic things need to be defined again. When a Supreme Court justice can't define a "woman" Then tell me who it is that can.
Everywhere that I look, there is a syndrome. The Woke fear a king where there is no kingdom. They boldly insist on glorifying mob rule, So long as they can force the wearing of masks in school.
Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion, When everyone is using their own illusions. Common sense has met a slammed door, And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.
The words that are subject to debate Cannot be defined by being someone who menstruates Because as women get older, they stop menstruating, But the guy claiming to be a woman keeps on hallucinating.
Believing that he is a she in all sincerity, While his penis seems to argue otherwise, and quite clearly. All of this tracks to the drive for nothing above diversity. It's hard to explain without mentioning perversity.
Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion, When everyone is using their own illusions. Common sense has met a slammed door, And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.
Perhaps you might call me names and say I'm insane, But diversity doesn't define who can fly an airplane. Being anything you want has been taken shades too far. Gen Z thinks it's too literal, not just being a star.
Traditional liberals are labeled with fascist names, Because, after all, someone has to be to blame. And while it used to be history that we would teach, That has gone the same way, and the truth is out of reach.
Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion, When everyone is using their own illusions. Common sense has met a slammed door, And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.
We need to begin history with a straight look at rights. Freedom begins and ends essentially within one's sight. Whatever you cause, it might turn out not to be. They won't be the same for everyone with all sincerity.
What a time it is that we live in With goodness consistently in conflict with errant sin. Certainly with certainty, we will muddle through. But until then, will a sense of humor do?
Somebody tells me that we live in an age of confusion, When everyone is using their own illusions. Common sense has met a slammed door, And looking for the simple solution can't compete anymore.
(c) December 31, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.” – James Allen
Happy New Year’s Eve everyone! Never be afraid to dream your best vision of how life might be.
Older than the empire of the Byzantine Even older than Ancient Greece, The City of David can be readily seen Even after 3800 years of war and peace.
Pillars and pottery record the story Of an indigenous people honoring God's glory. Long before the oldest Palestinian resistance, Rest the shards proving Jewish pre-existence.
Judah's King David brought the 12 tribes together Under a conquered hilltop to rule them better. All of Israel was joined into one nation Lasting nearly a thousand years before cessation.
It was nothing fancy, but a little sublime. The City of David was conquered by the sands of time. There it would lie, almost all but forgotten Any treasure claimed from it was misbegotten.
What war couldn't win, haters attempted with lies, Pretending the City of David never knew Jewish eyes. Modern archeology has unearthed the evidence That shows the Jewish people were there in great prevalence.
Not much different than in the days of old, Countries, terrorists, and crooked institutions Join together today to prevent the truth from being told. They do this through libel and violence, seeking revolution.
On October 7, hatred struck in the heart of Israel. It struck with a magnitude that feels unreal. 1200 Israelis died to sever a people's history. That hatred is putrid, and that is no mystery.
They say from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free. But it is the native people of Palestine facing travesty. Women, children, and old men suffer heavy-handed brutality Delivered by thuggish terrorists who have no dignity.
The story of the City of David must not be concealed. It is a necessity that the evidence must be revealed. The bond between people and land is a solid connection. Its centrality set out the one, common godly direction.
As each brush sweeps away the City's lingering dust More of the truth becomes known, as it truly must. The stones speak with unyielding veracity. This is the Jewish homeland, spoken remnants of David's city.
(c) December 30, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“When once a Republic is corrupted, there is no possibility of remedying any of the growing evils but by removing the corruption and restoring its lost principles; every other correction is either useless or a new evil.” – Thomas Jefferson
The theft, fraud, and corruption pervasive in Minnesota and throughout Federal agencies stems from one main source; we must keep this in mind when electing persons to political office. An unintended consequence is in the persons appointed to run the inner machinery of government. We must be eternally vigilant to prevent the loss of fraud to those pretending to be good and faithful actors.
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.” – Crowfoot
Despite what the day brings, Some of us are simply broken things. It's not a crime to count on self-defense. To believe otherwise is simply a false pretense.
A father takes his congregant's confession, Willingly making his valid concession That we cannot fix the things that break us in two, And the ways back are as shallow as they are few.
The look on the prisoner's face is ashen gray. He'd like to speak, but doesn't know what to say. The cold of winter makes us suffer. The life that we know offers no buffer.
We ride hard into the dark night, A vow of poverty doesn't make betrayal right. Pride for penance only leads to greed. Drunken counsel tells how a man in a collar still has needs.
The path traveled is finished before it's begun. Sometimes life's battles cannot be won. The world is full of betrayals and denials. The best of us walk as if we are on trial.
God help us all if we give in to savagery. The rest we need is something legendary. We surrender our freedoms to form a government. Doubtlessly, few would call this a real improvement.
The gain we seek is the guidance needed To questions, even the angels would have pleaded. Being worthy of our gravest concerns As to how little truth there is left to discern.
There's an ocean in a drop. There's a hope that will never stop. There is courage in the darkest night. It strives to make things right.
(c) December 29, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
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