Tom Cordle

Tom Cordle
Beeffee, Tennessee, CSA
June 16
There is your truth ... there is my truth ... and there is everything between. That leads to the better question: Is there an Everlasting Truth? I submit there is only the Everlasting Quest for the truth. __________________________________ I believe that in essence We are God. That is to say, humankind, for all it's faults, has power over Good and Evil. As the Eden Tale intimates, humans alone, in all Creation, have "eaten" from the the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil; and thus humans alone, in all Creation, have the ability and responsibility to choose between the two. Thus, each of us is in essence a god, and the Sum of us, through all generations past, present and future is God. By those choices, we are the creators of what was, what is and what will be. And by those choices, we, collectively, choose whether to exist here and now in the Kingdom of Heaven or in a Living Hell. _________________________________ "I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and incur my own abhorrence." Frederick Douglass _________________________________ "You can't pull yourself up by your bootstraps if you don't have any boots, and you can't put yourself in another's shoes -- you can't even try on their socks." Soulofhawk _________________________________ "I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue." Albert Einstein _________________________________ Only in silence can your hear the voice of God." Soulofhawk ____________________________________ "In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." Martin Luther King, Jr" ____________________________________ "Racists can hide in the closet, but the smell usually gives them away." Soulofhawk _________________________________ "Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it." Mark Twain ____________________________ "When we are young, Death comes as an unwelcome stranger; but as we get nearer the end of our own too-often rocky road, he comes more and more to resemble a long, lost acquaintance." Soulofhawk ____________________________________ “When monetary gain is involved, mans capacity for self-delusion is infinite.” Lord Byron _________________________________ "Where greed is good, need is great." Soulofhawk _________________________________ “And let it be noted that there is no more delicate matter to take in hand, nor more doubtful in its success, than to set up as a leader in the introduction of change. For he who innovates will have as his enemies all who are well off under the existing order of things, and only lukewarm supporters in those who might be better off under the new. This lukewarm temper arises partly from the incredulity of mankind, who will never admit the merit of anything new, until they have seen it proven by the event.” Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince, Chapter VI _________________________________ "if a man falls from a pedestal, who is really to blame -- the man or those who put him up there?" Soulofhawk ____________________________________ "The history of any country, presented as the history of a family, conceals fierce conflicts of interest (sometimes exploding, most often repressed) between conquerors and conquered, masters and slaves, capitalists and workers, dominators and dominated in race and sex. And in such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, as Albert Camus suggested, not to be on the side of the executioners." Howard Zinn _______________________________ "The worst thing to be around a bigot is right." Soulofhawk ______________________________


OCTOBER 30, 2012 4:53PM

Cinderjilla - A Cautionary Tale

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Once upon a time in a faraway land called Politica, there lived a lovely maid named Cinderjilla. She was fair and pleasant to look upon, sweet and kind and, it was said, was of a disposition most positive and progressive.

But, alas, Cinderjilla had been reduced to little more than a scullery maid by her wicked stepmother Electra, who was unduly haughty and unreasonably vain about her own attractiveness, owing to the fact that she had once been a great beauty. But now that she was no longer such a prize, she was reduced to layering her face in white powder and painting her lips with gaudy vermillion. Common folk unkindly likened it to lipstick on a pig.

'Twas a sad impression she made, more sow than siren, more strumpet than seductress. But despite her fallen ways, still she had suitors clamoring for her approval.

Electra had two sons of her own, Barrance born of a brief flirtation with a commoner, and Mitthew sired by Bushrod the Least, the disreputable scion of royalty. She doted on both of them, not out of any real affection, but because she considered them her only hope of securing her future.

Some among the common folk referred to Barrance and Mitthew as equally ugly; but in truth, neither was physically unattractive. It was their ways rather than their visage that earned them disapproval.

Indeed, some thought Mitthew quite handsome; but upon closer acquaintance, it became abundantly clear to anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear that he was wicked and deceitful beyond imagining, and given to making grandiose promises he had no intention of keeping.

Barrance was faulted for breaking promises as well, but truth be told – though it seldom is – he was not able to keep many of his promises for reasons beyond his control. But that did not prevent those who were easily disenchanted from blaming him for what was beyond his power to accomplish.


It came to pass that a coronation ball was announced, and all in Politica were desirous of attending. By plying the nefarious primary tricks of her trade, which for reasons of decency and propriety go uninummerated here, Electra managed to secure invitations to the ball for herself and her two sons.

Truth be told, Electra had another motive at play. At the coronation ball, she hoped to find a suitable mate for one of her semi-beautiful sons. But she was having a difficult time choosing betwixt the two, Barrance being of good and stout heart, but a trifle too easy-going, and Mitthew being much more belligerent, boastful and devious, much like his sire Bushrod.

After much puffery and pontification throughout Politica, the day of the ball finally arrived. Electra, Barrance and Mitthew departed for the castle, whilst Cinderjilla was left behind to labor in the kitchen. She soon tired of her thankless chores, and knowing her stepmother and step-brothers would be gone long, she paused a moment to rest her pretty head upon the kitchen floor. Soon she was fast asleep.


Cinderjilla began to dream; and in her dream, her fairy godmother Fantasia appeared and promised to grant her fondest wishes. She turned Cinderjilla’s rags into a resplendent green gown, a pumpkin into a gilded coach, the mice scurrying about the kitchen into a team of horses, and an ugly toad into a coachman.

In her dream, Cinderjilla was the belle of the ball, and in due course, she was swept away by handsome Prince Charming, who, finding her irresistible, planted a kiss upon her cheek, pledged his everlasting love, and asked her to be his bride.

Just then, the clock struck midnight, and poor sleepy Cinderjilla was jarred from her reverie. She awoke to find not a handsome prince, but an ugly toad licking her face.


Moral: A difficult choice is preferable to an impossible dream.

©2012 Tom Cordle

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They all did not live happily ever after
Mitthew walked with such a peculiar step he was given the nickname "Mince."
I noticed the "duck-walk", too. Well, Mincing Myth can't be accused of mincing his words; he comes out strongly on both sides of every issue.
Chicken Maaan
As it is written "Never put all your eggs in an imaginary basket."
I fear my country ham doesn't go well with Green Eggheads.
Another Grimm fairy tale
It could be grim, indeed, let us pray Mitthew is not the Chosen One.
You forgot the standard disclaimer for political fiction: any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is purely incidental.
Mourning becomes Electra
But what about three or four Mittances? There's the Senate candidate (I believe in a woman's right to choose), the Governor (health care mandate), the primary guy (severely conservative) and the latest incarnation that repudiates all who went before him. Surely she can find one to her liking.
Cinderjilla may have a glass slipper but Mitthews has a glass heart.
Solly, Kosh. Didn't see your grimm comment til after I typed. Great're just faster on the draw...:-)
Tom you are a #$@ing BRILLIANT writer.... man you need to harness this talent - I'm sure others would agree...

You have a way of making "your" message "understandable". Often I read what you say AND have wanted to say "that" - my writings are generally misunderstood... Wish I had your talent

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely intentional.
Morning in America becomes Mourning in America
Good call, sorry I missed that golden opportunity. Shoulda been quadruplets -- Mitthew, Myth, Mince and Mealymuth
Have I got a guy for you ...
Let's hope Obama doesn't have a glass jaw
When Kosher Met Emily
Good to see you, and the gratitude is all mine. Would you like to be my agent? ;-)
Was the toad Mitthew or barrance? That would be semi-incestuous, which is the American way in politics. Alas, I fear we will all find out the ending next Wednesday.
This fractured fairy-tale left was left hanging -- just as we are left hanging pending the outcome of this election. But if Prince Not-So-Charming is chosen, all but the very rich will be hanged. God forbid Mitthew is chosen, but if so, millions of fools will soon discover they kissed the ugly toad.
I believe in the impossible dream ... and I so need this dream to be Barrance ... I so need this dream ... to be ...
Since that's one of the only two possible outcomes in this election, that dream has a possibility of coming true -- and it's looking more and more like a distinct possibility. The impossible dream I was alluding to was Cinderjilla ever making it to the coronation ball.