Saturday Morning, November 14, 2026
There's Something Happening Here
Sit-ins. Placards. Banners. Hand-in-hand marches. Protests filled the streets. We Shall Overcome! Change Now! Never Trust Anyone Over Thirty!! Oops. Scratch that one. The 1960's. A time of turmoil, rock music underscoring baby boomer mantra. What it is ain't exactly clear. After five decades, it still isn't clear. New participants carry old signs. Ironic, the ones who once were the progressives, challenging institutions, have morphed into, well, institutions. Rather than yesterday's faces on political posters (think Che Guevara), today they collect income, even royalties on their signature appearances and opinions. Swallowed by that which they admonished. Nothing like success and assets to suck the wind out of principle.
Anti Goldwater political poster, by artist Ben Shahn, 28" x 22"
The puppy to beat in the early 1960's was Presidential candidate Barry Goldwater. Here was a politician who advocated solving the world's problem with atom bombs. How sorry we feel for today's protestors. Cool man. These were surely the golden days.
He says NO to civilization and survival.
I can tell you one thing...actually he lists many.
For What It's Worth
There is a line in the sand, or is that crosswalk? Direct confrontations with the police are painful enough (think 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago). But deliberate destruction of personal and public property speaks an entirely different language. We hate you for what you represent, what your history represents. This, an inexcusable excuse to destroy a splendid civilization. Anarchist Unite! A favorite political cartoon in the 1960's New Yorker magazine.
Apocalypse, ten thermo-intaglio prints by Sid Hammer.
Each print signed. Only 50 sets were printed in 1961. Folio sheet size 26" x 20". Hammer was a very active political activist. His life was short though, leaving this mortal plane at age 43.
This portfolio is number 26.
Americans already enjoy an amazing revolutionary system. It is written into our Constitution. We call it the voting booth.
Two years ago, the country was shocked by the Presidential election results. How could this happen? Protests echoed up and down city canyons, copious tears flowed on nationwide televisions. Two years later, the shock returned after an entirely different outcome. What is the matter with our governmental system? Change NOW! Dust off those timeless banners once again. What is wrong with the system? Actually, nothing.
A glimpse into the Apocalypse folio.
A blend somewhere between Dante Alighieri"s Inferno
and the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Our Founding Fathers gave us a living breathing framework designed for differing opinions and proposed social change while maintaining our Bill of Rights. In short, they gifted us a miracle designed to protect ourselves from ourselves. Genius so rare, it is hard to believe it exists.
The beauty in our democracy mirrors a timeless metaphor. The Phoenix. Here is a bird who dies through spontaneous combustion, only to re-emerge as a newborn bird from the ashes (think Fawkes in Harry Potter). Every two years, voters have a chance to make a political statement as they will again in 2028. We live under a weathervane. This swinging arrow, similar to its first cousin the gyroscope, has weathered many political storms. The latter keeping us on track. The Civil War. The Great Depression. Vietnam. Now Communism. Still, the framework stands. Don't Tread on Me. We all have rights, but none have the right to destroy the system making all ourof freedoms possible. Now that's an issure worthy of protesting. Carpe Diem!
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