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Author: Michael Ingmire

Six Years of Benghazi: The Comfort of Friends

“All the Gods, all the Heavens, all the Hells, are within you” -Joseph Campbell from “The Power of Myth” The face of horror has it’s own reality and it’s own myth. The six years since the...

Michael Ingmire: Excuse Me, I Thought This Was a Funeral?

The recent funerals of The Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin, and Senator John McCain demonstrate to me what a classless and disposable culture we have become. I never could imagine in my most...

Reflections on Lady Soul: Aretha Franklin (1942-2018)

“I think of Aretha as our Lady of Mysterious Sorrows. Her eyes are incredible, luminous eyes covering inexplicable pain……Anguish surrounds Aretha as surely as the glory of her musical...

American Static: Intelligent Discourse Can Rule Over Hate

“We play it the way the air is in America today. The air is slightly static, see.” -Jimi Hendrix discussing his interpretation of the Star Spangled Banner, August 1969 49 years later, Jimi...

Active Word of the Year: Maladministration

As I wrote in the July 20th Politichicks article, “Surviving Loss With Humanity Intact: Flesh and Bone,” this has been a year of intense loss. Yet, it is the memories that soothe me in this path...

Call to Action: White House Petition, Military Tribunals for Terrorists

“Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable. Every step toward the goal of Justice requires sacrifice, suffering and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated...

Surviving Loss With Humanity Intact: Flesh and Bone

“Tension and temptation, diving into darkness Try to shed your skin, still what you are inside Lord, I’m a-learning There’s something greater Than walking on this bridge of fear..” Lyric excerpt...

Devil in My House Tonight: The Khatallah Sentence

Proverbs 18:5 It is not right to to acquit the guilty or deny justice to the innocent When I consider the legacy of President Barack Obama; I find little to be impressed by. The Affordable Care...

Jean Ingmire: A Sterling Mother

“Holy Mother, where are you? Tonight I feel broken in two”-Eric Clapton, Holy Mother March 12, 2018: My Mother Jean Ingmire, dies after a long battle with congestive heart failure. Even when one...

Michael Ingmire: Real Men Love Cats

“We are the cats inside. We are the cats who cannot walk alone, and for us there is only one place” -William S. Burroughs, The Cat Inside  Like Mr. Burroughs, I too have embraced the cat inside....

Addicted America: The Big Pharma Cartel

“I’ve seen the needle and the damage done, a little part of it in everyone But every junkie’s like a setting sun…” -Neil Young, Needle and the Damage Done The recent disclosure by T...

Michael Ingmire: Media Madness

“Television eye before you got me hooked I used to read Now you’re by my bedside shining empty lights on me.” -Television Eye, John Mayall If you’re getting your news from the current American...

Book Review: The Awakening of a Surgeon by Dr. David H. Janda

Books continue to inform my intellect. I have to have the physical presence of a book in my hands. No Kindle reading for me. My literary habit usually involves reading two to six books a month....

Muscle Shoals Musician/Producer Rick Hall: Sorrow into Transcendence

The recent passing of Muscle Shoals Producer/Musician/Songwriter Rick Hall makes me pause once more. On a human level, it makes you think of your own mortality and the impact that we can have on...

Michael Ingmire on The Khattala Verdict: “An Insult to the Benghazi Victims”

PolitiChicks contributor Michael Ingmire continuously fights to bring justice to his nephew Sean Smith's violent (and unnecessary) death in Benghazi.

When Words Win Battles: The Navajo Code Talkers

“In beauty I walk. With beauty before me I walk. With beauty behind me I walk. With beauty around me I walk. With beauty above me I walk. With beauty below me I walk.” -Traditional Navajo Prayer...

Contemplating America From the Window of a Train

“When the train, it left the station with two lights on behind. Well, the blue light was my blues And the red light was my mind.”-Robert Johnson, Love in Vain I am sitting in an Amtrak station in...