Preachers on a Plane

So, since it is looking more and more like John Boy is going to be absent for a while, looks like some of us are going to need to keep the home fires burning for the man. While I am not as keen on daily upkeep, I cannot just sit by and do zero. So, in spirit of making the man have some joy, I have recently encountered something three out of four bloggers here have ranted about. So, as your New Year ranting, I present “Snakes on a...” I mean, “Preachers on Private Planes”.

Clinton v. Sanders v. the DNC

I see the Democratic Party fragmenting, and I don't care anymore. I see people pointing fingers, and I don't care. I hear rallying calls from Clinton supporters, screaming all the way “toe the line,” and I refuse to continue down the path. I am a dying horse, beaten over the last thirty years as my political ideology remains mostly unchanged, and my country has gone further right.

Ebenezer Scrooge

Ebenezer Scrooge... Yeah, I pity the guy, but not for the same reasons as many do. They see him at the start of the story as a cold bastard. Someone who was so greedy and full of contempt that he is a despicable character, and an even worse human being. But the guy is not a bad guy, he is like so many of us, he lost himself, and underneath that gruff miserly guy, there is a decent human. The sad thing is, John there, he often says “Humbug” to someone who wishes him a Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas. Honestly I don't blame the man, in his eyes the holidays are not about good will towards man, or giving gifts to friends and family. In his mind, its all about money.

Just a quick thought on rights versus privileges.

As I am preparing to move, to a place I do not know where, with no funds to really do it with, at least I can say that I won't have to cut and run for the day job.  But once again I find myself in a major bind, and with yet another shooting spree, I just want to throw this out, before there is yet another pause in time.

Outsourcing and Taxation

Since the time immediately before I came into this world, taxation has been an issue, then we weren't into the free trade era.  Now, I am no protectionist, by any stretch becoming isolated from the world is an extremely bad idea.  But like so many things in this world, all good (and bad) things must come with moderation.  Ah, where to begin with this cluster of a mess.

Another one.

Everyday it gets harder and harder to try and defend the privilege that I hold to keep and bear arms.  Every day I hear people screaming about being persecuted (specifically from Christians).  So, yesterday there was yet another mass shooting, this time at a Planned Parenthood center, in Colorado.  Before details were even released, many of my peers and myself, were able to profile this scum.

Healthcare and Education

Pink Floyd's The Wall.  Another Brick in the Wall pt. 2

In my previous rant I railed on the so called pursuit of happiness, and liberty.  Two very important things that I feel come with finding happiness, and liberty are education and healthcare.  Think about it, even if you assume that happiness is within, that requires having a healthy body to find it.  However, while I do see some merit in the concept of happiness being within, having money can make some very miserable situations tolerable.

You want to know something else.

Yeah, I am ashamed of my fellow countrymen and women, and my government.  This is about more than the Syrian Refugees.  This is about the dysfunction in all levels of government, about free trade, outsourcing, taxes, police brutality, the state of education, healthcare, my sense of personal liberty, and the ability to not only pursue happiness, but find it.

Congratulations. The War on Terror is over.

I was never a fan of the war on terror.  Truthfully, I am not a fan of war in general.  I try to advocate for peace, yeah, it seems foolish, given there are times to fight.  But where are we now?  What has this last round in the middle east gotten us?

Its Absolutely Brilliant

Alright, so I am back on the job hunt.  Yeah, seasonal part time gigs stink.  Its worse when you are lead to believe you are applying for full time, and its part time.  Its also bad when you are told you will transfer to another place, and you then get to interview for the job you were told you had.  But hey, I can live with it.  I have in the past been on the hunt for work, I doubt this will be the last time.  However, you want to know what kills me...?

Off the rails much?

It seems the impending pink slip and fresh job hunt has given me some energy to sit down and write again.  Bad news everyone.

Comcast....

A while back I was talking about Net Neutrality on here.  I spoke about how it affects all of us, but did not set prices for plans already in place.  Just that it doesn't allow companies to slow connections to specific sites.  While I still support the need for Net Neutrality, at this moment I feel we need to go further.

Depression

Have you ever felt blue.  For whatever reason thoughts come into your head and blink out of existence in mere seconds.  You struggle to even get out of bed?  Yeah, you might have a touch of depression, and as I sit back and look over these past several months, I notice that I haven't done much of anything here.  Stories and entries I have started are sitting unfinished, and at best only a small handful ever see the light of day.

Social Security, The GOP, and You

I am sorry I haven't been in much of a mood to write anything here. The years of everything and anything else imaginable going wrong with my life have finally caught up with me. Yes, things are improving, a job, a possible promotion, and good references for the next job I seek are all improvements. But just the same, I am just feeling “meh” all the time. But, we have an asshole in our mists.. Well several, and they are all running for president. So, right now, I am going to bend your ear about Social Security.

Debtors Prison

Back in the day, if you owed me money, I could imprison you.  Sure, its mostly illegal today, I can sue you, I can get a judgement against you, but I can't have you arrested, placed in a sweatshop to pay me the judgement and the cost of having you be there.  But, its still legal, its still in use, it is still happening, everyday in the United States.

The Victim Card...

I am going to be slow for a while, until I get over this nasty sinus infection, and get hours settled down at this new job.  Yeah, after what feels like a lifetime, I have a real job.  Still need help, but I will persevere...  I always do.  But I am taking a few minutes to address something that +WitchyWays brought to my attention, and got me to think about some things (speaking of which, she is really quiet).

Generation X verus Generation Y

Its a battle of two of the three newest Generations.  I was born in 1981, but at the start of 1982 you would be part of a new generation.  However, there is no concrete date of which generation is which, I consider myself Generation X, but I can be considered a Millennial.  Who knows?  I am like those Millenials born in 2004 to 2006, you might be part of this so called Homeland Generation.  I am not going to be the bringer of wars on this, because the fact is, the Gen X'ers and the Millenials are going to need to pull their collective heads out of their asses and start working together, because we have some serious issues with the older Baby Boomers.

We don't deserve Bernie

If I have my way about it, I will be voting for Mr. Sanders in the presidential election next year. Not for Clinton a (republican lite), not for any of the GOP clown bus riders. I vote based on whats best for business, my business. There is but a single candidate running who I feel represents what is best for my business. I want him to win so badly I can feel it, I can see it. But in another way, I do not want him to win. Sorry Bernie, as much as I will plug for you, spread your message, push for you to be our representative to the world and to be the leader of the Democratic Party, I really do not want you to win.

Racing Deaths

I am a huge racing fan, I admit it. NASCAR, the IRL, F1, the LOORRS, if it has two or four wheels and goes fast I am likely to be watching it. Never cared much for drag racing, but those who race in that fashion also have some skills. Sadly, today we lost another driver, Justin Wilson.

A Million Ways to Die. A Moral Question.

So, you say you want to kill a man.  You want to know how you do it.  You want to know how to get away with murder.  I wish you the best of luck with that, because you won’t get away with it.  Try as you might, all those unsolved murders are pure luck.  You drop DNA everywhere you go, it doesn’t matter how clean you are, how well you plan the deed, it comes down to how lucky you are.  Just look at recent history.  But that is physical murder, with you standing behind the trigger, the knife in your hand.  Oh, my friends, there are a million ways to murder a man, each more dastardly in nature than the next.  You see, to end a man’s life is simple for them.  Why do they care, they do not even know what is going on. 

The Never Ending Story...

  I remember watching that movie often as a child, I really don't remember a great deal about it, I guess the filter of time has erased much of the story.  I really don't think that is a horrible thing, lots of things get lost in the shuffle of time, memories being the top of the list.  But someone brought that movie up on Facebook, and the fact is, I am older now, with a few more miles on the clock, and a drastically different mindset than the last time I watched it.  Right now, from what I remember about The Never-Ending Story, its really depressing. 

Yesterday I died a little more

I want to once again that all those who have tried to help me get out of some of the problems my parents and I have had these past few years.  Things are getting better in many ways.  Other things are not, but that is for another thread I suppose.  But here I am today because I have something gnawing at me, to my knowledge something commonly stated or inferred on blogs and Facebook, but its something that I think everyone should know.

The more you have.

Many years ago I was told "If you know what you have, you don't have much."  The comment, made by a friend really rubbed me the wrong way.  For years I have been fairly anal about the things I own.  I always do my best to take care of these things, I want them to last, I take pride in some of them, I want to keep them.

Facebook

I am sorry, I have not been the most active blogger, I have just been very busy coping with the death of my Dad, becoming not homeless, looking for stable employment, and doing odd jobs. You know, the American dream. I can still be found around Google+ and other social media, still raising all grades of hell about religion, fighting about politics, and doing my thing, just very little in terms of writing. It also took a lot of wind out of my sails losing my laptop to cryptowall 3, and I just haven't been in the mood for it.

I am the Wind

I am the wind. The baggage of my life carried with me everywhere I go. For whatever reason, I am never quite weak enough to drop it, but not strong enough to cast it away from me. Often when people ask me how my day is, or how I am doing, I only reply “I'm here.” Its never a good day, not really a bad one. It is a confusing answer, but its true. For almost thirty four years I have crawled or walked on this Earth, and I can honestly say, most of those days have not been good or bad, just days.

The Walking Dead Revisited

In an entry from a while back, I wrote about how I see metaphors in just about everything. I also talked about the many metaphors I saw in the show, “The Walking Dead”. At this time, I think I need to clarify that entry to this blog, and update it as well. Keep in mind that The Walking Dead is a metaphorical statement about our own society. One in which the walkers are society, and Rick's group of survivors are the disenfranchised, the mentally ill, the incarcerated, the poor, the homeless, and many minorities. In the zombie apocalypse, I advise staying away from horses, and remember time is fluid. So, be warned, “Dead Inside.” In other words, there will be spoilers and opinions.

Harold Richardson

Most of the time, I can sit down to write a blog entry a message on Facebook or GoFundMe update in a few minutes.  This entry is an entirely different thing.  This entry, the one I am writing today is one of the hardest, most painful write-ups I have ever done, because it is personal.   It is painful because I knew as I wrote this, my father was on life support, and that he would never come back, he would never come to what we now consider home, a hotel.  That once he was dead, I would be posting this for the entire world to see.