‘The Leftovers’ Is The Best Show On Television

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Tonight HBO’s series, The Leftovers, will air its series finale.

HBO is known for pushing the boundaries when it comes to storytelling, action, and fearlessness. If you’re an actor and get cast in an HBO series, job security is unlikely but stardom is inevitable. The Leftovers is no exception and is currently the best show on television.

The series, created by Damon Lindelof and Tom Perrotta, is a master class in storytelling and mystery. For any answer audiences member receive, 10 more questions surface, and new complexities emerge. The show has gained popularity throughout its three seasons but hasn’t been able to reach the level of fans that Game of Thrones or Veep has found. Which is a shame. The Leftovers is a brilliant show that allows the audience to think and be challenged.

The show begins with a mystery, a mystery that is never answered (and is unlikely to…

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.


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Thankful Thursdays – Be Grateful you can still Fight… Do not go gentle into the Good Night (Dylan Thomas)



Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


DT’s father was going blind when DT wrote this poem. The dying of the light is a reference to darkness and being blind.




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What’s Eating Ryan Fu – Fill the Boot or Fix the Problem



I was driving into work, noticing there were firemen on each side of the street. I wondered what there were doing, then I saw a sign to “Fill the Boot”, a donation campaign to fund fireman programs. At first, I felt sad that I saw them out there trying to get donations from people. Then I got angry that these are the same people who risk their own lives to keep us safe. These are the guys who throw caution the in the wind and run into burning buildings.

It frustrates me when I seen rich athletes and movie stars walking around, not a care in the world, while our saviours are on the streets looking for handouts. I understand that they signed up for it knowing there wasn’t much money in it but there has to be a better way to help fund this important aspect of our society. If you see these fearless men out today please help them out, cause apparently our government isn’t it.


What’s Eating Ryan Fu – Tom Brady & Manny Pacquaio, A Nation Of Winners (It’s all out fault)



The NFL has suspended New England Patriots’ quarterback Tom Brady for four games without pay in relation to the “Deflategate” incident in which the team was found to have used underinflated footballs for an advantage in the playoffs.

The Patriots were also fined $1 million and will forfeit its first-round selection in the 2016 NFL Draft and fourth-round pick in the 2017 draft, the league announced Monday.


His counterpart, Manny Pacquiao revealed in his postfight news conference that he fought Floyd Mayweather Jr. with what turned out to be a torn rotator cuff, he has been criticized for his handling of the injury.

He has even been sued by disgruntled fans who say he kept the injury hidden to keep the fight on schedule and preserve his payday of over $100 million.

Some people have the sense that Manny Pacquiao sold out for the money. And by fighting with a torn rotator cuff, not giving himself the best chance to win, he somehow perpetuated a fraud on the public. 

However, you feel about these two superstars situation, you must realize that we had a hand in their downfall. We are a Nation of Winners and we hate Losers. We put them on the highest of pedestals then we believe that they can do no wrong. But that’s where our own hubris comes into play because our heroes aren’t Gods, they are just like you and I. They feel the pressure to be successful and be perceived as a winner.


It fucking annoys me when one of our “heroes” falls short on our own standards, even though we didn’t have the courage to reach for the stars like they did. Then we get butt hurt when we realize they are just like you and I. Just normal people trying to be successful in their endeavors, feeling the pressures of being successful. So, let’s give these people a break because if we were in their shoes, we would have probably done the same thing.

The Baltimore Riots – Is violence the best way to deal with all the Injustice of the World? How can we handle it as rational human beings?



According to Reuters in Baltimore, ND, seven Baltimore police officers were injured on Monday as rioters threw bricks and stones and burned patrol cars in violent protests after the funeral of a black man who died in police custody.


The riots broke out just a few blocks from the site of the funeral of 25-year-old Freddie Gray in northwest Baltimore and then spread through other parts of the city, after local law enforcement warned of a threat by gangs.


Television images showed looting and a mob of rioters jumping on the top of a police car, after teenaged crowds ignored calls to disperse and clashed with a line of hundreds of police.

Is violence the best way to deal with all the Injustice of the World? How can we handle it as rational peaceful human beings?

A work in progress by Bare Naked in Public (BLW Contributor)



Entering the funeral home, I immediately hear laughter and friendly chatter.  There is standing room only as friends and family spill out into the foyer.  My mood is lightened; this will definitely be a celebration of life. While I had not seen her in years, she played an important role in my life; colleague and mentor, my journey into administration began with her encouragement and support. I remember how proud she was when I shared the news that I had been hired for an administrative position in another district. We stayed in touch, until a rare form of dementia stole her mind. That was nearly eight years ago. A few weeks ago, it finally took her life.

The staff quietly hustled to add more chairs as the service is about to begin and I take my seat. Now I stare intently at her picture on the small program I received upon arriving. I remember her smile and her twinkling eyes. With a heavy sigh, I wonder how someone so vibrant and alive can quickly become a vacant face.  Life has cheated her and us, and it doesn’t seem fair.

After contemplating the ways of the Universe, I lift my head and glance around the room, row by row, so many familiar faces from long ago. Some of their names come easily, and others I struggle to recall.  A few of my current colleagues are in attendance as the world of education is so small. Now I search the room for the faces I expect to see, the ones I hope to see. It’s funny; when you reallyknow someone well they can be easily recognized by the back of their head, even after eight years.  . . . and there she is.

I am immediately anxious and nervous, taking short quick breaths, my heart races. Of course I expected to see her, but I did not anticipate my reaction. I consciously slow my breathing, close my eyes and listen to the beautiful words of a dear friend as he shares a story. After a few moments, I find myself back in the present, smiling and laughing as we remember a very special woman.

The service comes to a close, and folks crowd into the reception area. I talk with a few colleagues. I am standing just a few feet from her, waiting patiently for the right moment to speak, wanting to approach in the least intrusive way. I pretend to be occupied with my purse or my phone while I watch for my opportunity. In my head, I begin to compose all that I will say, knowing that she could politely turn her back on me. I hear words that indicate the conversation is coming to a close, and I gently touch her arm.

She turns to face me, surprised, smiling broadly. She hugs me tightly for what seems to be an eternity and I want to cry.  I wonder . . . Has she forgiven me? She pulls away and asks how I am, and how my family is doing. I struggle to find the words and manage a couple of okays and then I say, I really miss you. Somehow I feel like she knows life has been tough for me lately, and she tells me that in spite of everything that happened in the past she only wishes me the very best and she repeats herself several times, only the best.

She feels compelled to explain why she ended our relationship; It was all just too close she says. She thanks me for a card I sent her a few years ago, an attempt at mending our friendship, so thoughtful she says, it was all just too close. I feel tears in my eyes and on my cheeks. I wipe them quickly, and I am composed. I tell her again that I miss her, I hug her one more time and we say goodbye.

Driving home, I think about the mistake I made, falling in love with a man who was not available to me, or mine to love. It was not herhusband, but the husband of a mutual friend. He chased me, loved me, and we turned the world upside down for a little while.  He broke my heart and went home. Everyone’s lives went on as if I never existed. I paid dearly for my mistake.

I hoped that enough time had passed, and that she could forgive me. After seeing her, I realized she had forgiven me a long time ago. I do believe her good wishes for me are sincere. But she is not going to be my friend . . . . and that’s okay. It’s a shame that I spent so much time focusing on my mistakes, wishing for forgiveness and missing someone who had let me go.   Another pattern ever present in my life, another lesson learned, time to let go.

As I sit on my bed in the early morning hours finishing this story, I smile thinking about all the beautiful stories shared about our dear friend and colleague who passed away. And then it dawns on me. .  . . she created her beautiful story by the life she lived purposefully every single day. Her story is the gift she leaves for us to tell in her honor, and as an example to follow.

Today, I live an honorable life. I am creating my story, it gets better every day, and one day it will be told.

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What’s love gotta do with it by The Truth (BLW Contributor)



Love has to do with everything….

The way the flowers bloom and the trees move

To the sun in the sky to the moon at night

Love has to do with everything

That’s why the bluebird sing and the lions stick together.

And the soft breeze to the wavy waters.

Love even sings….

What’s love got to do with it???

Must I say, I will,


The reason why you smile and the reason you cry

Rather good or bad love is always around.

Love has to do with everything…

Whether you are happy or sad, love is around

To keep you up and going afloat.

Loving yourself first allows you to know love and receive it….

Love has to do with everything

The reason you breathe and the reason you stop.

What is love, its going to automatically grow.

We know no other word opposite of love…

For love, is taking over and all it do is grow, grow and grow….

What’s love got to do with it????



It’s love every time I look around

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