Say what you want about Fidel Castro. He was a Cuban patriot who saw Cubans living under tyranny in inhumane conditions and took action to change their lives for the better. He didn’t have to do anything but instead risked his life for others simple well being. Salute Comrade.
Are school choice advocates maybe segregationists? I know people who didn’t want their kids going to school with black people so they chose another school. That is segregation right? Separate but equal right? Tell poor minority kids their schools are equal without equal funding though haha. Anyway we might have a school choice advocate as education secretary. There’s that today in our new age white privilege Trump cabinet news. I’m getting tired of there not being a broad national movement led by the press and our congressional Democrats over this. Only people whose rights are directly in danger and a handful of college kids are really doing anything. As long as most of us have a great “Christmas” what difference does it make. Right? Fuck no! This president elect does not have my respect or support and does not represent me in any way.
Sex and pizza. Dating back to the time of the ancient pharos. wonderful toppings of animals long since extinct for the food industry and wild orgies on mounds of grapes. Those were the good old days. Family night meant sex and pizza in those days. Nationalism and Nazism and Nihilism and Narnia and Nachos and fucking on a floor of hot melted cheese and tomato sauce. Pepperoni and artichokes and olives and banana peppers and mushrooms and sausage and hamburger and cheeses galore. White Nationalist pizza party in a White House. Rose Garden Nazi orgies. Orange senior citizen men in ill-fitting suites. Thin sliced press junkets and cronyism special. Madness in an array of words and toppings and sexual assaults by an American oligarch. Explained in sex and pizza.
I haven’t had a regular job since 2013. I usually feel like shit. Life just sucks most the time. It can keep sucking because I wont take any of Donalds Trumps new jobs if it means somebody else gets deported, or thrown in jail over stop and frisk. I’m not walking over anybody the right looks down on. The right can remove a race of people, political outsiders, the mentally ill, homosexuals, and who ever else they don’t like from the workforce to create new jobs. I wont take part and I’ll fight against it. Don’t think it can’t happen. Homosexuality was illegal. Mexicans have been sent “home” before. Black people have been segregated. Communists have been blackballed. The mentally ill have been put out of sight. Americans have a dark history and are still capable of doing dark evil things to obtain their needs and wants. Don’t be idle when people are persecuted in the future. Keep an open mind and speak up for people. Don’t take from others inhumanely. Keep an eye on the minorities and the outspoken and the sick and stand between them and those that say they want their country back. There is enough for everybody and everybody has a right to it. There should be no worries in this land of the free. No bullying or deportations or harassment. Just think about what you have now and what you really need and if others beliefs and lifestyles really conflict with yours.
Deep deep in the forest of a far away land, there is a place of magic where our fairy tales are true. Animals are sweet and they sing and talk and live inside of fairy tale cottages and castles with magical people doing magical things. One such magical person isn’t so much a person as he is Frank the Monster. Frank was a lonely monster who roamed the woods with little thought or direction. Frank wandered here and there and slept under trees and deep in caves where he ate yucky things and sometimes delicious things but not usually. He walked through trees and came out into fields where the grass was as tall as he. One such time he was looking at the sky picking shapes in the clouds and the ground fell out from under him as he fell. He fell deep deep into a well. So deep the sun was a tiny circle high above and when the clouds passed he was alone in the cold wet dark. All Frank could do was keep from falling farther and wait and hope for rescue.
In the field as Frank fell there were three friends who witnessed his blunder, a rabbit, a mouse, and a tree frog. They were wise and trustworthy, lucky for Frank. They quickly knew what to do, where to go, and who to talk to. They needed speed and the rabbit was into cross fitness while the mouse was not and the frog not so much. The frog leaped on the mouse and the mouse scurried onto the rabbit and off they went at speed!
As the sun went down they arrived at a cottage built of logs and full of light and music. The logs were chocolate and the roof thatched with cherry licorice. Inside the windows passed blue birds doing chores and singing and two great big dogs, one black and one gold with a Pooka in between them as they cuddled and colored. The Pooka was beautiful and sweet and her love ruled the forest for a days walk around her home. The tree frog whose name was twig if you asked him jumped and climbed to the window and knocked and knocked as his little fingers made no noise. Luckily Pooka has powers and knew something was wrong. She opened the door and the three went on about a goof falling in the well. Pooka listened and knew what to do so she grabbed her green plaid coat and flew. Pooka was fleet of foot and fast as lightning and she was at the well in no time flat.
Frank was cold and wet but he was a monster and he was strong. He kept his head up and his legs stiff and saw the silver of the crescent moon slowly move from east to west in a wide arc. The moons glow was there until it was replaces by the sweetest smile a monster might ever know.There was a golden haired Pooka to the rescue of a silly monster down in a well.
Pooka was there but she needed help. Monster was big, even for a magical person. She whistled and waited and out came help, a family of llamas led by Zero and Flash. Pooka let down her hair and it grew and grew twenty feet or maybe more. The hair went in the well and twisted and turned and came to Frank just out of reach. The llamas said hey and shed their shag. Pooka took their hair and twisted and braided until the shag was steel strong. A dozen squirrels ran it down and tied it off and Monster was able to grab hold and hold on tight. Zero and Flash play tug of war and they tugged and tugged until Frank was in the moonlight. Frank grabbed Pooka and squeezed her tight and patted the dogs and disappeared into the night.
Theres so much fear over this election and what comes after. We are talking doomsday scenerios and economic collapse and civil war. We are talking about corrruption, bigotry, racism, sexism, stupidity. People are stressed and angry and confused. We look at neighbors and wonder how could they possibly back that person for president. We ask how our friends could do this to us and what happened to them. We ask ourselves these questions and we polarize ourselves in our fear and anger and confusion. Surely this nation cant stand with these impassioned views and divisions.
Over the next four years, no matter who wins, people will be angry and talk of crazy conspiracies and assign blame for their troubles wether imagined or real or even relevent. There will be government gridlock and global terrorism and plenty of drama between congress and the executive branch and the supreme court. It will be a news junkies paradise full of memorable sound bites. People will remain angry and dramatic in their beliefs and post many many crazy memes.
The election is tomorrow and theres so much anxiety over it, but ask yourself what are you planning to do on the 9th of November. What are your plans for the weekend? You’ll probably eat snacks and watch football or visit a bar or stay home and watch political pundits and get all angry while you eat snacks. Some people will line up to buy guns and ammo and pounds of beans and some might check flights for a distant safe place. That’s already routine everyday business. No big deal. People are angry and self involved and too lazy to fact check memes. It will be just like always. Life will always have suffering in varying degrees to go with its beautiful moments. It will be a slow and long wait for the real apocolypse, when the sun consumes the earth.
When I was maybe fifteen I took my dads BB pistol into the woods to hunt for quail. I wasn’t sure what a quail looked like but I had an idea that it wasn’t something I had seen in my own backyard. So I wondered into the woods of southern Missouri with the intent to shoot a game bird with a co2 powered pistol. I didn’t know what this bird looked like and I was seriously under armed for the job. The woods were full of thorn bushes and a great variety of trees that were silloueted against the sun. High in one tree maybe thirty feet away I saw a grey and white bird eating a seed or berry. I took to firearms like bees to honey and when I aimed and fired without much thought the little bird ungracefully fell to the ground. I left the poor little thing laying there lifeless with a hole in its pretty feathered head. Years later I realized I had commited a sin in killing a mockingbird. I knew it was a grave error and a curse was on my very soul. I killed something of beauty out of ignorance and a primal need to kill. Life would never be the same. Just a curse of the mockingbird.