Election Ennui

In a perfect world media coverage of the 2016 United States of America’s Presidential Election should have ceased on October 7th around 6PM EST with the exception of short 30 second non-partisan ads featuring inspirational reasons and reminders to vote.

The Nail in the Coffin

I could not even muster the energy to watch last night’s debate.  I am sure it was a friggin’ train wreck.  It is a shame that Jill Stein and Gary Johnson were not allowed to participate once again

I want to give you some free advice.  Going forward it will be better for your mental well-being if you ignore it.  Tune it out!  I can already feel my anxiety levels decreasing and it has been all of three days.

The constant mental bombardment we subject ourselves to in an election year in this country is completely unnecessary and likely extremely harmful to our overall well being as individuals and as a society.

Who I Am Voting For

In case you were curious.

 

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A Return…Of Sorts

I am taking a hiatus from social media until after the 2016 Presidential election in the United States of Amerikka.

I have zero interest in being shamed for my refusal to continue to prop up a political machine designed for the singular purpose of maintaining the current status quo.

For those that are unfamiliar with the current status quo let me break it down for you.

We exist to feed the wealth and power generating machines that are the boards of directors and shareholders of the mega-national corporations.

Sure they throw us a bone every now and then to keep us in line when they are not rolling out ever newer and greater distractions to accomplish the same goal.

They keep us divided by promoting imaginary differences.

I have it a little bit better than you because of my lack of melanin and an extra chromosome.

Buy into the scheme and you might advance a level or two before you pass on to whatever comes next.  If you are really smart you might be able to use the Warp Whistles of athletic achievement, good looks, or technological genius to skip several levels.  But you are still a piece of shit as far as they are concerned.

Me?  I am getting closer and closer to just opting out of everything and having my friends and relatives look at me crazy for not using credit cards and maybe retiring to a remote permaculture farm.

My lifespan is too short at this point to worry about more than making sure my wife and kids are provided reasonably happy and healthy.

If I can accomplish those monumental tasks I will at least be able to die in a long, long time feeling reasonably satisfied with how I got by.

Hopefully I will be back tomorrow.

The Struggle

There have not been many pints lately.

The protests have been internal.

Bicycle commuting is 98% fabulous.

My offspring are trying to unhinge my mental faculties.

Daily Christmas holiday activities are surprisingly enjoyable and comforting.

World.  Of.  Warcraft.

Increased coffee guzzles.

Hopespair (Hope AND Despair).

Fiction and Non-Fiction.

The Greatest Commandment (Karma) is hard to follow when there are so many fucking stupid people who only give a shit about themselves all over the damned planet.

The Force Awakens next week.

It’s Been Awhile

I have not blogged since October 16th, 2015.  The only thing that I wrote between then and now was an intervention letter for a close friend.

Life was kinda heavy this week.  Everyone goes through it, though.  I’m sure some folk would call it 1st World Problems.  That’s where I live.  I won’t apologize for it.  To do so would demean my ancestors whose footsteps made it possible.

This afternoon I wish to reflect on our GODS.  I was raised in the Jesuit Roman Catholic tradition.  I am no longer religious, but I am still seeking the truth when it comes to the Divine.  I would say that I strive to live the “Do Unto Others” tradition.  I can’t really argue with treating others how I would wish to be treated.  I realize that concept is not unique to Catholicism or Christianity, but it’s what I know.

The GODS I write of are money, career, lust, consumption, knowledge…whatever gets in the way of LOVE.

Modern life has become so complicated for the worse.  I check shit on my phone dozens of times per day compulsively.  I spend the majority of my day working.  I self-medicate.  I recognize all of these symptoms yet when push comes to shove most times I just can’t help myself.

At times I find myself wishing something would come and wipe it all out.  Then humanity could take it back to the essence.

My fantasy utopia harkens back to tribal living in many ways.  I would be perfectly content growing and hunting my own food.  I don’t need electricity.  Music can be enjoyed acoustically.  Beer has been brewed since the dawn of time.  Sport does not need Nike or ESPN.  I know I would miss the scratch of the Technics and Sportcenter round the clock, but something’s got to give.

Sorry for the rambling.  It’s kind of what I do.  I just feel strongly that we’re all kind of looking for something more right now.  Or at least something different.

The fact that I continue to seek the truth gives me hope at the end of the day.  Wish me luck checking myself, living deliberately, and loving unconditionally.

No edits.

Working From Home While Sick

I came down with an honest to goodness common cold over the weekend!  It is truly awful without medication.  I slept like shit and just felt like the front of my face was going to melt away.

Luckily, I am employed by a company and in a position that allows me to work from home if necessary to avoid contaminating my co-workers and giving me the opportunity to save precious time off hours.

I have to imagine that most people are not so lucky and have to go to work because they cannot afford to stay home, worry about losing their jobs, etc.  So they trudge wearily to work and spread the particular iteration of plague growing inside of their sinuses to their co-workers.

Maybe employers should set aside areas so that people who are contagious, but still in a condition to work can still come in and put in a day’s work?  Maybe they should hand out face masks for the sick and well alike?

Anyway, it sure is a relief not to have to make the choice.  Job security and lack of guilt all in a nice little package has got me feeling blessed this evening.

One love!

Did I catch a Niner in there? Were You Calling From a Walkie Talkie?

Shout-outs to Chris Farley, David Spade, and Brian Fucking Dennehy.  Tommy Boy, may you rest in peace.  Thanks for the laughs.

I was ready to pick up the pen aka keyboard this morning.  Hand to God I was going to knock out a half page or more on the short story/novel.

Unfortunately before I could dig in, I logged into Twitter and what did I see but another fucking school shooting.

Pardon the profanity.

It’s time to license guns like we license drivers in this country.  If you want to own a hand-cannon designed only to kill another human being or an assault rifle that should only be in the hands of a soldier, that’s on you.  I am not going to try and repeal your right to bear arms, but I am damn sure going to enact extensive regulation and taxation.

You will take a test every five years.

You will prove that you passed said test with an amendment to your drivers license.

You will undergo an initial psych evaluation and a re-evaluation whenever the best science states you should be re-tested.

You will be tracked through a federal database every time you purchase a gun or ammunition.

My family and I deserve no less given the destructive capability of your expression of an antiquated Constitutional right.

You have the right to keep and bear arms, but I have the fucking right to try to give my kids the best chance possible to not get shot while going to fucking college.

Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?

#7: This Rule Is So Underrated

Good Morning internets!  I just realized that I remember more of the 10 Crack Commandments courtesy of The Notorious B.I.G. than I do the actual 10 Commandments.

For those not already in the know, the 7th Crack Commandment is “Keep your family and business completely separated.”  I’ll spare you the rest of the verse as it gets a bit graphic and homophobic, but there you go.  I bet you didn’t think you would read a sentence like that today!

Day 7 of the “Write Something Every Damned Day” campaign is off to a pretty great start.  I got to eat breakfast with all three members of my immediate family.  I listened to my daughter sing a made up song as my wife and I walked her to school.  I listened to an amazing new Run the Jewels record where Mike’s lyrics and delivery made me want to take the power back.  I read some negative stories that made me want to laugh and/or cry.  I read some positive stories that fanned the flames of my hope for the future.

I also bookmarked a story for future reading of a blog post that may perfectly describe the existential dread and anxiety I feel regarding climate change and its impact on the viability of my children’s future.

How about them apples?