Been thinking about this for a while and only today have I tipped over on the scale where it makes sense…about this election, this new scenario we’re all going to be a part of. I tried to figure out why people voted for Trump, why they didn’t for Hilary…I read as much as I could from both perspectives. I posted questions online and participated in rather lengthy debates about various aspects of the “new world” we’re all being plunged into tomorrow and I think I’ve come to a pretty coherent conclusion. While it could be politely stated that the vote was for change within our federal government, in actuality, the vote was to…

…burn that mother fucker down!

The vote was about the complete rejection of incrementalism, the idea that desperately needed change cannot be carried out civilly, in little pieces at a time. It can’t and it won’t. Ever. The underlying corruption in our government is so deep, so completely and indelibly buried in its DNA that nothing short of complete destruction will ever change anything. Folks, both liberals and conservatives as well as independents and the odd socialist, have tried for the past 60 years and the intense corruption has only gotten worse. All the flowery policies and hopeful programs and the war against drugs and no child left behind and Medicare Part d and on and on and on have been complete and utter failures…simply because they all started from a corrupt base.

They couldn’t succeed.

Donald Trump is a buffoon and quite possibly a psychopath but he’s the perfect delivery vehicle for massive, infrastructure destroying change. He has no allegiances to Big Pharma, Big Oil, Big Agriculture, NATO, NAFTA, the Military Industrial Complex, the UN, the EU, the list goes on and on….including no allegiance to you or I. Donald Trump campaigned without assurance and backing (and future cooperation) from any big money, rent seeking organization simply because…


He’s now in a position to make decisions that no politician before him ever had the chance to make because he is not owned by anyone but his own sense of self-importance and immense ego. He is going to destroy the US government from the inside and not because he wants to but because he has to (whether he knows it or not). The police (the states occupying army), the FBI, NSA, CIA, EPA, Education Department, Treasury Department and on and on have all completely gone off the rails in respect to the Constitution of the United States of America. Taking actions and regulating things that were never imagined by our forefathers, things that never in their wildest dreams were supposed to be within the federal government’s power.

Whether we know it or not…but it feels correct, it feels time…we voted to burn our own houses down because the infestations—the slimy smelly rot that has invaded every nook and cranny—had gotten so fucking bad that another coat of paint, another happy sounding coat of whitewash, just wasn’t going to cut it anymore.

Love it or hate it, tomorrow, Donald Trump lights the match…

…and I have a cupboard full of marshmallows, graham crackers and Hershey bars..

Believe. Go. Do.


Love unmasked


When we do not understand or know something—basically something we’ve never experienced before—it makes us uncomfortable. And that discomfort is not pleasant at all because we rely on understanding the world around us to survive so anything unanswered could threaten that survival…so…

…that ignorance becomes fear..

Fear is perfectly natural until we ask questions and discover details about it and how it affects our lives, negatively or positively. These questions and answers very soon quickly dispel the fear we feel. Sometimes, however, there are no direct answers to the questions because either we don’t have access to people with answers, or we don’t know how to ask the right questions….and when the thing we fear has been unknown for long enough, we become angry at our discomfort of not knowing…and…

…our fear becomes anger.

Because it is very difficult to be angry at ourselves, we turn the anger outward and focus it on the thing that is the unknown, the thing we fear. We become angry at it for making us so goddamn uncomfortable that we forget and completely dismiss that our anger is merely because we don’t know…that our questions were never asked or answered. When we have been angry long enough, at both the frustration of the unresolved internal conflict as well as the additional uncertainly added about why it’s still unresolved…

…anger becomes hatred.

This is what drives racism, sexism, homophobia, nationalism, and on and on and it’s not because people are intentionally assholes and jerks (well not the majority), but because when they looked for answers, there were none. Or, they grew up with the understanding that there were no answers (and they taught their children the same, over and over) therefore they just didn’t ask questions…they accept the fear, anger and hatred…simply as a part of life.

So…the response to stopping hatred is not simply love…

…it’s answers.

The thing, almost the only thing, that will solve the problems we have related to hatred, fear and anger is education and the ability to provide answers—real answers, not made-up shit to fit an agenda—when people ask questions.

At that moment, when people are deciding whether to fear something or not, there are really only two courses of action to take;

  • Continue to fear out of ignorance, or,
  • Remove the ignorance so that love remains.

Because love has not gone anywhere…

…like a mask, it’s just been living under layers and layers of hate.

Believe. Go. Do.


dissing me

I can say it I think, finally I can say it and feel good about doing so.
I hate the word “disrespect”

A lot…I hate it a lot.

Now don’t get me wrong, I usually agree with what people mean when they say that word…that someone is acting horrible to them for example…I just hate the word itself. The reason why I dislike the word so much is that when people use it, they are usually using it wrong.

No…strike that…they are ALWAYS using it wrong.

They say “he was disrespecting me” when what they mean is “he wasn’t giving me the respect I know I inherently deserve simply for standing here breathing.”
No one deserves respect simply for being alive. There is nothing automatic about respect so saying something like “I can’t believe how much he was disrespecting me” when they had just met the person is simply moronic. Respect is earned though actions and history…the things we say and do in our lives is what earns us respect, nothing else. You simply cannot be disrespected by someone who doesn’t know who the fuck you are.

Now they can be assholes, jerkoffs, douchebags, idiots, dumb fucks, dickheads, and on and on but they can’t disrespect you if they don’t know you. If you haven’t taught them though your actions and the consequences of your actions to treat you with respect then you simply haven’t earned it from them…and, in fact…

…you may be the asshole…

…jerkoff, douchebag, idiot, dumb fuck, dickhead, etc.

Just sayin 😉

She was then


The world changed, the part that matters
to me…the part
that matters I think to
us…the us we voted for
and I’m still not sure what changed
but it all did, it all
is not the same…
…for sure.
I felt the coldness of the steel
bar stool, the shift in
the air…the bristle of others impatience
other’s ideas sitting just
minutes from
eruption…and she talked
it wasn’t me
but the bartender had her words, had
her attention
I had a beer
an idea
a minute more to stay…I borrowed
a word of hers, not
meant for me
she didn’t mind
eventually she told me
she was from Turkey
her smile cast shadows
while lighting
inside parts of me
and another patron argued
he and his friends were angry
they felt cheated and alone, his words
came from a greying beard
an untrusting eye
I tried to atone, to change the
trajectory…assert that change
was the only certainty
he said I couldn’t…I was too
all of that, so I couldn’t know
but I did before that day
before I borrowed a word, felt
a brightness inside
she was then as she is now
and while it all changed
some things
got very much

Somebody to love

It’s amazing, this music thing, with it’s ability to cut across demographics, it’s ability to immediately defeat hate and anger because how the hell do you remain angry singing about love?

This song and this version is probably the best tribute I’ve ever heard simply because it was totally and completely George Michael singing, owning ever single word, every single emotion pushing tears out of my eyes…yet completely and entirely Freddie Mercury’s and Queen’s words and emotions as well.

How can that be?

It’s the power that music holds over us, the chameleon like capability of becoming what we need it to be, what insatiably we require to be nourished when and where it’s required…on our explicit terms yet completely and apologetically without our help.

Saving us when we need a savior.
Demanding retribution when we need to give.
Filling us up when we are empty.
Giving us direction when we are lost.
Comforting us when we are hurt and alone.

2016 has been a rough fucking year for the music that we’ve come to know in our lives, for the voices that have stained our souls with a love and humanity not found in many places…not given out so freely from any other source.

That is music.

That is love.

Our brains, long wired to understand and react to music in a different, life affirming way based on stories sung around campfires in the dawn of mankind itself, our brains are sore and aching from the losses this year, from the silence we feel now that so many voices are gone…leaving faint echoes behind…

…leaving us behind.

A day after the day that gratitude is the theme, I feel sad and lonely that the echoes are all we have left of those voices but also, I feel the love that those voices left and the imprint on my heart and soul…

…and know that I’ve found somebody to love.

Believe. Go. Do.

Queen & George Michael – Somebody to Love

we are made

It’s not an impossibility, this
life we’re given, it is always
probabilities, wishes,
intent to conquer to achieve
to greatness we look, see
always barriers; ourselves.

It’s an awful thing to hear, the
mortality, this journey’s end,
this road with a known destination
always the same
always the dirt, the clay of
our ancestors, our dreams.

It’s a moment, really, this
life we have, a minute
in the grand archway of
time, from here…to
there…we live within the very
idea of who we are.

It’s you and it is me, and
you are billions…I am
one, yet the difference is mass
not much else, duplicates of us
over and over and the
change occurs in thinking

My body, the same ratio of
water to dry as the earth…
is your body with different
after-market add-ons, with
a different OS level
with different dreams.

I see you in me, feel me
in you when I look out into space
towards where dreams end
our journey’s resting place
and see energy transmuted, matter

It’s in reality’s nature to not care
about me, about you, about
anything…but to just be…without
artifice, without choice, to
persevere regardless us,
aside and unconcerned.

It’s in our best interest to emulate
to shade with reason, to
try to reach the point where
reality and us
are indistinguishable
are conjoined and the same.

It’s our path to deny the shell
to enlighten the kernel of
who we are when
who we are is
who we should be
alive and made…

…with dreams of reality.

13…An Amendment In Name Only


I am sad, a sadness
that was never
there, but
should have been,
should have been born
in my soul at birth
I am
sad for people
I don’t know, will
never know
I am sad that I didn’t
know to be sad
so much wasted time
of oblivious
while millions
millions oppressed and denied
…denied and died
of slavery converted, of
false freedoms and
real humiliation
redefined…exit a civil war
vast landscapes of destruction
rebuilt from
the failures of conflict
but not so fast…
the souls destroyed inside of
human beings
ignored over commerce
over property;
chain ganged and led
to death
now fast forward…prison
the new new slavery
looking for
1 in 17 white men
1 in 3 black men
not hard to tell who
the red laser dot is floating on
the man
in his sad 6 by 9 said
I’m not a nigger any more
call me
a new box but
it’s the old slavery
it’s the same
fear…the same