Saturday, December 17, 2011

Bad Human

I almost killed one of my cats last night, not purposely of course. Headed back to get to bed I stopped for a second not knowing that ‘Gandy’, short for ‘Gandalf’, crawled under my power chair (which weighs a couple hundred pounds) from behind and positioned himself precariously in front of my wheel. I started forward and all hell broke loose. Gandy cried and screamed I panicked and just went forward over the bump which was the cat. He flew out of the room with my wife chasing after. When I turned around the only thing I could see was a large clump of orange fur laying on the carpet. Everyone woke up in the house from all the mayhem that ensued. Once they checked out his little leg and he stopped limping we went to bed. All the while thinking how I could have crushed him in some really horrible way.

This morning when I came out for my morning coffee he caught one glimpse of me and bolted out and into the basement. We got him back up and I swear he was giving me hateful looks.  When he would pass me he took a convoluted path as far away from me as he could get. The rest of the day my wife kept repeating, “your FATHER ran over the cat, that’s why he’s hiding in the basement today.” To emphasize it later she said (half serious), “You ruined our cat.”  At this time I felt bad enough didn’t need the further shame and guilt. So Gandalf hates me now but I know for sure he’ll never go under my chair again. Live and learn.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Work-At-Home Scams

Money’s tight these days so I have been seriously considering working at home. I have some accounting and bookkeeping experience, worked in a medical billing office. I thought there would be no problem at all finding some small company to keep books for. I checked medical transcription jobs and work at home listings on Craig’s List. All I came up with was a web based company offering me an opportunity of a life-time selling ads on the internet, where I could earns hundreds of dollars per month in additional income. I passed, you can’t trust that especially something on CL. People who use CL either get ripped off or murdered.

I just gave up on that. So where is a safe place to find work at home? It seems that there aren’t many, in these hard times there is no shortage of us people looking for a chance to make a couple of extra bucks. There is also no shortage of perpetrators to take advantage. In this Forbes article: “Work-At-Home Scams to Avoid” there some pretty eye opening stats from the FTC (Federal Trade Commission).

I think I’ll give up the job search.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Book Censorship

"All these people talk so eloquently about getting back to good old-fashioned values… and I say let’s get back to the good old-fashioned First Amendment of the good old-fashioned Constitution of the United States — and to hell with the censors! Give me knowledge or give me death!"

- Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

Saturday, December 3, 2011


Adopting this philosophy has literally changed my life. I wish I could convince everyone I know to do the same..........
             "Don't take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be a victim of needless suffering." - don Miguel Angel Ruiz

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Free HBO!

Thanks ATT U-verse & HBO for the free HBO this weekend with 2nd and 3rd rate movies that are ten years old. I'm underwhelmed by your generosity. Where do I sign up?

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Black Friday?

So, is anyone joining the 'herd' and going shopping early on Black Friday? Remember it's not Christmas shopping it's now Holiday shopping, to go after the non-christian market. It seems that they want to join in the fun too and make Walmart a pile of money. We can't seem to buy enough substandard foreign made products. That's Christm.......uh the Holidays in the 21st century. Enjoy your turkey but ...not too much because they say that it's mean to kill a turkey. Why is everything so damn complicated?
Well anyway, Merry Holidays to most of you, but just the ones who support my political views. The rest of you are just socialists, fascists and all around bad people. God Bless America because He's always on our side.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Casually Pepper Spray Everything Cop: Image Gallery

Casually Pepper Spray Everything Cop: Image Gallery

Cats v. Dogs

Since we’ve had these cats I started to realize that cats are pretty smart, smarter than our dog. Then someone brought out a laser pointer last night and the cats were running all over and around in circles chasing the laser dot. The dog looked at them like they were a couple of fools, when I saw that I came to the conclusion that dogs win.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Aldous Huxley

         "Twenty-seven years later, in this third quarter of the twentieth century A.D., and long before the end of the first century A.F., I feel a good deal less optimistic than I did when I was writing Brave New World. The prophecies made in 1931 are coming true much sooner than I thought they would. The blessed interval between too little order and the nightmare of too much has not begun and shows no sign of beginning. In the West, it is true, individual men and women still enjoy a large measure of freedom. But even in those coun­tries that have a tradition of democratic government, this freedom and even the desire for this freedom seem to be on the wane. In the rest of the world freedom for individuals has already gone, or is manifestly about to go. The nightmare of total organization, which I had situated in the seventh century After Ford, has emerged from the safe, remote future and is now awaiting us, just around the next corner."

"A society, most of whose members spend a great part of their time, not on the spot, not here and now and in the calculable future, but some­where else, in the irrelevant other worlds of sport and soap opera, of mythology and metaphysical fantasy, will find it hard to resist the encroachments of those who would manipulate and control it."


"Under the relentless thrust of accelerating over­population and increasing over-organization, and by means of ever more effective methods of mind-manip­ulation, the democracies will change their nature; the quaint old forms -- elections, parliaments, Supreme Courts and all the rest -- will remain. The underlying substance will be a new kind of non-violent totalitari­anism. All the traditional names, all the hallowed slo­gans will remain exactly what they were in the good old days. Democracy and freedom will be the theme of every broadcast and editorial -- but democracy and free­dom in a strictly Pickwickian sense. Meanwhile the ruling oligarchy and its highly trained elite of sol­diers, policemen, thought-manufacturers and mind-manipulators will quietly run the show as they see fit."


 "Meanwhile there is still some freedom left in the world. Many young people, it is true, do not seem to value freedom. But some of us still believe that, with­out freedom, human beings cannot become fully hu­man and that freedom is therefore supremely valuable. Perhaps the forces that now menace freedom are too strong to be resisted for very long. It is still our duty to do whatever we can to resist them."

Aldous Huxley from "Brave New World Revisited" 1958

Sunday, November 6, 2011

TV fun.

Watching HGTV,that show where couples buy their first homes. This guy is obsessed with having a man-cave. He's said man-cave about 5 times already. It seems that his aspiration in life is to become an American cliche. His wife want's an office instead of a man-cave. I see a messy divorce in their future.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

A rose by any other name.......

Tonight is ‘angel’s night’, in Detroit anyway. It used to be called ‘devil’s night’ and still is in the rest of the country. The reason for the name change is to prevent all of the little angels in the city from engaging in the annual ritual of torching abandoned and occupied homes. That’s the solution. For out-of-towners that’s what we refer to as Detroit logic. Maybe the local preachers can hold an anti-arson prayer vigil as they do to curb the violence in the inner-city, which is equally as effective.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Savor it.

I woke up this morning with the stark realization that I had no memory of how food tastes. I haven’t eaten anything by mouth for 5 years and suddenly today it comes to my attention. I began to visualize a cheeseburger but with all my effort I couldn’t connect that picture to any sensation of taste; it was a little disconcerting. One thought leading to another I was also aware that I had taken the ability to chew, taste and swallow cheeseburgers entirely for granted. I watch people eat and notice that they chew fast, swallow and take another bite over and over again without really savoring each of them. The simple act of sharing a meal with others is much more important than I knew. All of this occurred to me within a couple minutes of waking. Now I am stuck with pondering if the only difference between living and merely existing is eating a fucking cheeseburger with a friend.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Getting Arrested In Front of Wall St: A Impartial Photographers Encounter with "Justice" | Michael Moore | High School Newspaper

Getting Arrested In Front of Wall St: A Impartial Photographers Encounter with "Justice" Michael Moore High School Newspaper

Good Listener

For as long as I can remember I have been saddled with the unfortunate label as ‘a good listener’. To be ‘a good listener’ all that is required is timely and appropriate responses to the ‘talker’, such as agreeable head nods, a raised eyebrow to suggest an acknowledgement of a poignant comment, an occasional “Uh-Huh”, “I see”, “good point” or any other mumblings that will do the job. All the while, feigning  interest in the banality of their words. 
You sit endlessly listening to the monotonous meaningless drivel that emanates from their mouths. I took one girl out once and after the movie we went back to her apartment. I ended up staying the night, but not for the usual reasons a man might spend the night with a women. I think she heard somewhere that I was ‘a good listener’ and decided to take advantage of that. She spent the next few hours recounting every significant event in her life (to her anyway) about her ex-boyfriend, how her father mistreated her, etc., etc., etc. And to send the message home she pulled out ten or so photo albums for my enjoyment…not. It was a long night not the carnal ecstasy I’d hoped for and not even a good morning peck on the cheek.
That incident compounded by the one problem with being ‘a good listener’, the fact that none of these people ever listen to you, has changed me. I am not such ‘a good listener’ anymore, I don’t pay much mind to what other people talk about since it’s most likely nonsense. So if you talk to me and see me raise my brow or nod at measured increments of time, guess what? I’m not listening to a damn thing you’re saying.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Words and phrases to be eliminated.

My list of words and phrases that I can live without which are over-used, nonsensical, designed to bullshit or are generally annoying.

Awesome, my bad, no you didunt, you go girl, retarded, obamacare, texting acronyms (LOL, WTF, LMAO) anything challenged, tea party, hero, special, corporate greed, just sayin’, bling, ya know right?, holla, peeps, sweet, baby daddy, whatever, irregardless, literally, amazing, issues, orientated, win-win, a-ha moment, that being said, it is what it is, progressive liberal, fiscal conservative, downsize, wow factor, team player, generally speaking, resolve, under employed, in transition, creationism, global warming, detail oriented, 24/7, it’s all good, pacific (specific), that’s neither here nor there, surreal, heighth, let’s do lunch, (numbers 4 words), closure, ya know what I’m sayin’, getting my drink on, I’m all over it, been there done that, annoying.

Any other favorites?

Thursday, August 25, 2011

It's all about me.

I need to tell a little more about myself. I have a form of muscular dystrophy which has progressed to the point of needing a ventilator to assist my breathing. Since I have lost my ability to swallow I require a gastric (G) tube to be fed. After many attempts with gadgets and such I haven’t been able to speak since. It’s been a long 5 years since all of this has taken place. At that time I contracted a near fatal pneumonia that left me this way. I was literally dying when I was rushed to the ER, which was very close to my house, ¼ mile or so distance.
The doctor informed my family of my imminent demise. After a day or two of fighting, I pulled through. I spent the next three weeks recovering in ICU. There was additional recovery in a rehab hospital. By that time I was permanently dependent on the vent. Soon after I left I found myself in a nursing facility and received less than stellar care (that is a different story entirely. Several weeks later, after much planning and at the end of my insurance coverage, my wife was able to bring me home.
I needed and still need total care and required nursing care and was able to find someone to fit the bill. It was a very fortuitous chain of events that brought me home.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

And Death Shall Have No Dominion -Poem by Dylan Thomas

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
Dylan Thomas

Monday, August 8, 2011

Winds of Change

I wanted to get an earlier start today. I always have so many things to write about but it never seems to amount to anything. I have a thousand thoughts hitting me as I wake up in the morning. I think angry thoughts about people and life and really have to step back and resist that. That’s the habitual old thinking that comes back to me every so often and it really limits me.
I am working on my awareness of myself and those around me. I dare say that awareness doesn’t always lead to satisfactory conclusions. As you reach a certain level of this awareness you can see the unhealthiness of some of your familial relationships. People you have known all your life begin to ‘show’ themselves to you. In most of these situations it is clearly evident that their love, at times, is reliant on what I can do for them emotionally. I have become the guardian of their feelings. For example, if I would make a comment that might make one of them uncomfortable or say something that they don’t agree with my viewpoint is quickly dismissed. They will respond in anger and vilify my whole way of thinking just because they feel threatened by my words.
I am the youngest of five and the second sibling with muscular dystrophy. My brother passed away several years ago. My parents didn’t talk to me about disability, they basically let me just figure it out. What message could I glean from that other than ‘don’t talk about it’? So, as a child, you learn very quickly about what not to say. I remember when I was a kid and faced with awkward social situations (which was undoubtedly quite often) my mother used to say, “Just be yourself”, but it seems that every time I was ‘myself’ I made people upset and found myself in trouble. So that motherly advice eventually faded into obscurity.
I used to think that the reason why I couldn’t talk about my physical difficulties was because they all were trying to protect my feelings. In retrospect I suddenly realized that their methods were designed to protect themselves. My feelings surrounding my fears with my own disability brought up feelings of their own guilt and shame and their inability to face them. I would be told not to feel sorry for myself, stop crying about it and the most effective comment, “Don’t be such a coward.”
Over time you slowly develop a deep seated denial that is impenetrable. You begin to doubt every thought and emotion you have because other people’s thoughts and feelings take priority.
Here I am and as an adult I am just beginning to shed all of that crap. I say what I want and I’m not usually concerned about anybody’s opinion. In essence I am changing, my thoughts are changing and my behavior is changing. There’s a catch though, it seems as though when it is becoming clear to everyone of my intentions to be different they unwittingly try to bring me back to my old behaviors. They want me to argue with them, apologize to them and explain everything I do, to them. In my weaker moments I comply and feel terrible afterwards.
Ultimately I don’t need to convince anyone of anything, I don’t have to explain myself and I definitely won’t apologize when I am not wrong. I naively assumed that when I changed, everyone else would change. That didn’t happen. Instead I am noticing who everyone really is and how they interact with me; I have become a keen observer of these humans in my life. I see some tough choices coming up, the rose colored glasses have slipped from my face and all is apparent.
I am very fortunate to have a wife and two sons who accept me in any form I may appear in. The only three people on the planet who I answer to.

Friday, July 15, 2011

The Allen Ginsberg Project: Gospel Noble Truths

The Allen Ginsberg Project: Gospel Noble Truths: "Our friend Kirt Markle has been busy experimenting with collage images for quite some time. Starting with still images, he's recently move..."

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Let Me Die In My Footsteps–Bob Dylan

I will not go down under the ground
"Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round
An' I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There's been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinkin' that the end is close by
"Stead of learnin' to live they are learning to die.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

I don't know if I'm smart but I think I can see
When someone is pullin' the wool over me
And if this war comes and death's all around
Let me die on this land 'fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There's always been people that have to cause fear
They've been talking of the war now for many long years
I have read all their statements and I've not said a word
But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

If I had rubies and riches and crowns
I'd buy the whole world and change things around
I'd throw all the guns and the tanks in the sea
For they are mistakes of a past history.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood
Let me smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho
Let every state in this union seep in your souls.
And you'll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground.


It’s weird, my family will talk to me face to face when they see me, but they admittedly won’t talk to me on Facebook. Would that be equivalent to them not wanting to be seen in public with me? I’d rather be alone and true to myself than sell my soul for the company. I am who I am and don’t plan on changing for anyone. Oh well, another victim of the (anti)social networks.

Friday, July 8, 2011

What lies behind us
and what lies before us
Are tiny matters compared to
What lies within us. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising which tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires courage."

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Joseph Campbell

"I would say that all our sciences are the material that has to be mythologized. A mythology gives spiritual import - what one might call rather the psychological, inward import, of the world of nature round about us, as understood today.There's no real conflict between science & religion ... What is in conflict is the science of 2000 BC ... and the science of the 20th century AD."

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

POWER by Jim Morrison

I can make the earth stop in
its tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.
I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.
I can
I am

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

I wonder…

I wonder if people would take me seriously if I had collegiate acronyms after my name.


Sometimes when I’m sitting outside in my wheelchair, squirrels and birds come to rest right next to me. I thought, at times, that I had some kind of weird spiritual connection to these animals. What was really going on was that because I sat so quietly and motionless I became invisible to them. I was camouflaged among my patio furniture and other objects around me. It is fascinating and disturbing at the same time. Is this what happens to me when I’m with other people?

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Monday, May 2, 2011

From 1984 - George Orwell

Winston sank his arms to his sides and slowly refilled his lungs with air. His mind slid away into the labyrinthine world of doublethink. To know and not to know, to be conscious of complete truthfulness while telling carefully constructed lies, to hold simultaneously two opinions which cancelled out, knowing them to be contradictory and believing in both of them, to use logic against logic, to repudiate morality while laying claim to it, to believe that democracy was impossible and that the Party was the guardian of democracy, to forget whatever it was necessary to forget, then to draw it back into memory again at the moment when it was needed, and then promptly to forget it again: and above all, to apply the same process to the process itself. That was the ultimate subtlety: consciously to induce unconsciousness, and then, once again, to become unconscious of the act of hypnosis you had just performed. Even to understand the word 'doublethink' involved the use of doublethink.

Death of bin Laden

I know OBL was a really bad guy, but I just can't celebrate the violent death of any man.


I am now able to use a mouse with a on screen keyboard and found some free adaptive software to use my laptop. I can also type by way of head movements and using a program to speak what I type. No need for someone to read my lips and type for me, completely autonomous. Now I'll never shut up.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

George Harrison-Within You, Without You

We were talking about the space between us all and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion. Never glimpse the truth - then it's far too late when they pass away.
George Harrison

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Solitude interrupted

My older sister along with my nephew stopped by yesterday afternoon for a visit. She is the second oldest of five, me being the youngest. It seems that we have opposite opinions on most issues, but somehow we manage to get along, as long as we stay off the topics of politics and religion. I don’t see much use in quibbling over differences we have, I just decided that I don’t have much need to be right. Anyway you just have to give people some credit for being adults, it’s futile to try to convince people to come around to your way of thinking. So all in all it was a good visit. I was glad that they stopped by.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Are we the Light?

“I wish I could show you,
When you are lonely or in darkness,
The Astonishing Light
Of your own Being.” HAFIZ

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Joseph Campbell

‎"[T]he universal doctrine teaches that all the visible structures of the world ... are the effects of a ubiquitous power out of which they rise, which supports & fills them during their manifestation, & back into which they must ultimately... dissolve. This is the power known to science as energy, to the Melanesians as mana, to the Sioux Indians as wakonda, the Hindus as Shakti, and the Christians as the power of God."
-Joseph Campbell

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


I've been noticing with more frequency that when people laugh and smile they smile with their mouths but not with their eyes. The eyes always tell the truth. Are people ever authentic, or do they put on the mask of other peoples expectations? Why am I burdened with the ability to see that?  I find myself averting my glance so I don't see or maybe I just don't want them to see it in my eyes.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary E. Frye

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Concert for George - Isn't It A Pity?

I just watched my copy of this DVD for the third time. You can't get much better than Eric Clapton and Billy Preston. This never gets old to me.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

Lauria, my nurse/friend, is currently reading Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut, to me. There are several notable parts of the book, but this excerpt particularly caught my attention. I seem to be holding similar sentiments these days.

"This much I knew and know: I was making myself hideously uncomfortable by not narrowing my attention to details of life which were immediately important, and by refusing to believe what my neighbors believed."

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Opening Day

To me it isn't truly spring until the first pitch on opening day. We may not agree about much in this country but one thing we can all agree on is that baseball is America's game, and what a great game it is. It's the one constant in a changing world. As long as there is baseball there is hope. I'm looking forward to a winning season with the Detroit Tigers.

FBI needs help cracking murder case code

FBI needs help cracking murder case code

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Biblical Politics

       It would be a safe bet to say that Jesus was a socialist. Every time you read about him in the Bible he is always defending the poor and down-trodden as well as advocating free health care for all. He would cure anyone and never send them a bill. Now, I know he wasn't a capitalist because of the 'money changers in the temple' incedent. But, that Judas guy, he was definitely a capitalist. He sold his soul for a few silver coins, and we all know how well that turned out for him.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Get on with it.

     Enough of this silliness, I need to get down to my reasons for creating this blog. My purpose is to chronicle the daily experience of my physical limitations and how it shapes my view of the world. People ask me for my opinion but I quickly realize they don't really want it, they are just looking for me to validate their viewpoint. So now I have the opportunity to give my opinion without too much concern about what other people think. Because I, like them, am not interested in what others have to say. I tend to offer a different take or perspective on a subject that may challenge their beliefs and sensibilities, and they don't care for that much. So lets get on with it, my one sided conversation.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Peace, man.

     " Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity."   ~ George Carlin

Psychosis: Lie #1, Reefer Madness

     There has been an actual study recently on the effects of marijuana on people who smoked it as teenagers. They claim that early use results in psychotic symptons in adulthood. I know, definitively, that it's not true. My dog told me that just this morning. I see that propaganda machine is still droning on. They don't study similar effects of alcohol anymore because we all know that it's the most devestating and deadly mind-altering substance known to man. They have no problem allowing us to drink that poison, probably because it's easy to control and they can tax the shit out of it. If weed was legal everybody would be growing their own tax free. Those big ugly men with the guns and tasers tell us we're not supposed to use pot, so for now we have to be lock-step with their way of thinking. I don't have the need to smoke it anymore because I'm high on life and all that shit, but it's all so ridiculous for them to hide behind some bogus medical study. Leave people alone to do their thing, they aren't hurting anyone.

Ashes to ashes....

     People have been talking about giving up this or that for Lent. That's all fine and good for them, but me, I'm not buying into that concept. In my philosophy, I think we've all been sacrificing already, everyday of our lives for someone or something. Life itself is sacrifice, so enduldge yourself in life NOW. What is the symbolism of the ashes on your forehead? Eventually we will all make the ultimate sacrifice of our physical lives. So enjoy the moment.

Monday, March 7, 2011

My man, George.

     "In a time of universal deceit, truth-telling becomes a revolutionary act." ~ George Orwell


All the children are insane.

     You know, Charlie Sheen really deserves our gratitude. We should be thankful for him for being the media whore he is. He has managed to take our minds off the economic downturn, unemployment and the general decay of American society. He quite possibly might become a new American outlaw poet folk-hero. There's Billy the Kid, John Dillinger and Charlie Sheen. I've seen crazy, but he's not crazy. His only problem is the obscene amount of money he has, his huge ego and a mouth to match. If he is committing slow drug fueled suicide I say, "Go for it dude. Party on!" Just keep your mouth shut while you do it.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


      You remember when the Vietnam war was raging and on TV news they would give us all the casualty figures for the day. Well, they don't do that any more, it's a big secret. THEY are either afraid or ashamed. Fearful that it might not be working and ashamed that our soldiers are dying when there is no discernible progress. (No fly list-here I come.)