Wesley Kime
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 THE TITLE OF THIS PAGE HAS BEEN CHANGED MAY 2018 all Time Great Essays

This page’s title has been changed from "LATEST" to "GREATEST"

Since 2012 when this site was started, this page, then titled LATEST, gave teasers of the latest content.  I was young in those days (a mere 82) and active, and new content came fast.  As of 2019, I will have attained nonagenariancy. New content will be iffy.  Reflecting that, this page now gives the GREATEST hits of the last 6 years.

YOU GOTTA BELIEVE IN ... YOURSELF? or, Upsy-daisy!

 

Believe in himself, indeed O’Reilly does, in italics.  Add Donald Trump, in spades.  The current queen is Occasionally Cortez.  Quietly, humbly self confident they are not.  These three are grabbed at random from the most recent talked-about examples of the core human craving for empowerment.  This week they're crowing; next week one or both may be eating crow.  But there’s always going to be a this-week’s chest thumper. Chest thumping will always be with us and is universal.  It’s even metastasized to blueberries.  Click here for more

Apologies, profound apologies, to Rodin

THE SUPERANNUATED THINKER, OR, WHAT WAS I THINKING?  September 28, 2017

A just-retired old man sits down one day and happens to ... set's him to thinking, hard, in a new way.  Despite himself, and dragging his rickety feet, he finds himself ....  Nowadays it's just too embarrassing, his being so, well, weird.   You'll just have to read this to find what got the old codger so shook up.  Click here

I AM THE KING OF NORWAY, or, the 65th class anniversary

Night before last I dreamed I was King of Norway.  Last night we attended my 65th medical school reunion.  It was sort of a dream too.  Read More

MY RETROSPECTIVE EXHIBITION - OR, AN OCTOGENARIAN ARTIST'S STATEMENT, closest thing to my memoirs I'll ever write.

 Commencing before I can remember, probably at birth, or before, my life in art was like breathing or like drooling Gerber Baby food, that natural.  I simply just did it without ado much less an Artist’s Statement. In fact I’d never heard of the Statement until I was halfway through “my life in art,” halfway through life.   Early in 2016 I was invited to hold an exhibition, "My 87-year Life in Art" at La Sierra University whence I had graduated (when it was naught but a small Bible College) in 1948.  An Artist’s statement posted on the gallery wall is standard nowadays.  I was required to write one.  Likewise standard, tightly standard, the content of the Statement.  So I churned out one that was inoffensive, uninformative, and as short as any piece I've ever written.  The curator was satisfied but not old me.  So I went home and for almost the whole of 2017 and into my 88th year belabored a second  Statement, as elongated as the first was circumcised, as let-it-all-hang-out as the first was kosher, a substantial part being a nonstandard rant about ....  Want to read more?   click here

 

 

ACADEMIC FREEDOM STRIKES AGAIN!

The two revolts for Academic Freedom herein reviewed actually happened at two still nominally parochial century-old universities, formerly Bible colleges.  

Back in 2009 educatetruth.com appeared online to fan a little breeze over a peculiarly fragrant petunia – theistic creation/evolution – being furtively nurtured in the Department of Biology hothouse at a certain west coast university, an institution that, as a seedling, had been rooted upon Genesis 1.

Inasmuch as one of the principals was a scientist (medical), a hematopathologist, who had also intensely studied the evolution-creation conflict and concluded that the weight of evidence is for Creationism, I expected attention would center on the validity of creation, and also on whether deviation therefrom should be tolerated at a Bible-based institution.  As it turned out the heaviest attention was not on heresy but Academic Freedom.  Galileo was cited.   READ MORE

PLATONIC DIALOGS

I am settled on a park bench, soothed by the susurrous summer background hum of bulrushes in the pond and dragonflies on lily pads, many muffled iPod ear buds and –  am I imagining it? -- fingers being dragged across a thousand iPads.  Professor Plagno, a tenured Platonist with more than a dash of agnosticism, which he espouses possessively, has just strolled up, right on time.  Bowing, he says, “Greetings, Dr. Wes, my dear Loma Linda University physician old-time Seventh-day Adventist gormless Genesis-1 creationist.”

“I’m always honored.” says I, making room for him on the bench.  “Shall we continue our dialog as Plato and Socrates, or go with Abbott and Costello this time?”

PREFACE, why and whence cometh these dialogs:  Preface

FIRST DIALOG Platonic Friendship

SECOND DIALOG Platonic Emanations

THIRD DIALOG May The Form Be With You!

FOURTH DIALOG Prove it!

FIFTH DIALOG Cusp

SIXTH DIALOG Platonic Endship

 

 

WHADDAYA MEAN, INDESCRIBABLE?

A young hotshot doctor is now very old, stone deaf, fearful – and at last learns what he hadn’t learned at the world’s largest and most prestigious hospitals.  READ MORE...

 

 BEST SHORT SHRIFTS

•  In accordance with FCC, NSE, EPA, FDA, NFA, DNA, UFO regulations, be it known that this e-facility is a vaguely owned subsidiary of Al-Geezera, Inc, and is closely monitored by Smart Cremation, Inc.

• Latest hearing-aided failure of communication:

SHE: "I just came back from getting cat food."

ME:"...from GETTING TATTOOED?"

• I'm so old I remember when we jokingly referred to women as of the "female persuasion."  Now it turns out that that was the most prescient thing I ever said!  Good sign for a politically correct rest room.

To be a mad-dog or a lap-dog, that is the question (if you're a dog or a general).

• You're not surprised the photographer is being sued for virtual sexual harassment or is it sexism?  He didn't retouch her enough.

• Anything carried to its logical conclusion is... you wouldn't want to go there, buddy!

• My favorite desert is lemon harangue pie. In your face. Let’s do lunch.

• To have the gift of gab or the gift of garb, that is the question.

• I'm so old I remember when men sought wisdom.  Now, smarts.  Don't suppose a wisePhone would sell.

• He that sows wild quotes reaps the wind.

I'm so old I remember when if somebody said to me "I've got your back," I'd tell them to please  get off it.

I'm so old I remember when news was released.  Now without exception it's leaked.  So our fake news needs diapers?

• To be or not to be, what does it matter?  That -- That's the question now, after thoroughly postmodern Hillary.

• Aged executives may retain token respect, even a token office.  But no clout.

• The push to make disbelief of Global Warming illegal is proving more sustainable than the push against illegal aliens

• Sustainable the planet may turn out not to be, but a tattoo is.

• It's so sad, so very sad that Caitlyn Brucia Jenner can never experience the miracle of an abortion.

• Old doctors never die, they just sit in young doctor's waiting rooms (take it from me).

• Total free care for everybody includes free contraceptives and abortions, even for nuns.  That's a start, but it won't be truly comprehensive until it includes free iphones for everybody waiting forever in the ER to finally be seen by a doctor.

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 A FEW BEST POEMS

SENIOR EARS

 

Children shrieking screeching in the park,

I used to hate it grating my youngish ear.

But HiFi stereo booming hellishly blaring

I would for hours sit and resolutely hear.

Now my deafened ears and aged heart

Delight in children’s laughs and shrieks.

My pricey audio gear I won't go near.

 

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TRANNY GRANNY

 

I think I shall never see

A bewigged implanted tranny

Transed by endocrines and surgery

Just to be a sweet old granny

 

And more...

 

BACK TO YOU, BARBIE

 

It’s not news that TV news is anything but.

It’s a totally filtered extreme make-over,

Wigged and rigged, reassembled, re-boxed,

All the issues and wrinkles equally botoxed.

Calamity, corruption, pot and Republican pratfalls

All are chirped by waxen Barbie Dolls

Into e-tweaked Pantone pink-toned iPods.

All were  polished at Madame Tussauds.

 

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