The Media vs the American People

As I sit back and watch what is happening in the world, how social media and the mainstream media are controlling our thoughts, I am totally amazed. Here in the United States of America, the most democratic, the freest, nation in the world we are manipulated and controlled by a biased media and an intolerant, far left-leaning Congress.

As President Donald J Trump fights to keep America free, safe, and economically sound, our so-called representatives are fighting him tooth-and-nail on all fronts. They call him a Nazi, fascist, xenophobe, homophobe, racist; all because he wants to build a physical barrier between Mexico and the U.S., he wants to deport illegal aliens, he wants to have a photo ID to vote, he wants fair trade deals, and on and on. All the liberal left can do is investigate, investigate, investigate. There has never been a president so persecuted; not even Richard M Nixon was investigated this hard.

Why are they doing it? Let's take a walk through recent history.

During the primaries for the 2016 election, Hillary R Clinton rigged the selection process so that she would win the nomination for the Democratic presidential candidacy. The people, clearly, would have chosen Bernie Sanders by far.

During the presidential campaign, Clinton was given debate questions beforehand. She bought a shaky dossier from a former British spy of dirt about Trump from the Russians. She was also investigated for having an unsecured server with classified U.S. Documents on it. Because of bias in government, she was exonerated before any investigation started. During that investigation, she deleted over 30,000 emails that were subpoenaed by Congress, wiped her server clean with Bleach-bit, destroyed phones and removed SIM cards.

Bill Clinton received half a million dollars for a speech given in Russia, the Clinton Foundation received tens of millions of dollars from Russia, and let's not forget the Uranium One deal where 20% of our uranium was sold to Russia while Hillary Clinton was Secretary of State.

Yet, here we are, over two years into the Trump Administration and all we hear is that Trump colluded with the Russians to win an election that even he didn't think he'd win. The liberal left were so hurt and dismayed by his historic, landslide win against the favorite that they are doing all they can to destroy him and his administration. The election was rigged against him, the Mueller investigation was rigged against him, the mainstream media is rigged against him, the former administration is fighting against him, yet here he is, fighting every day for America, and winning.

What does this have to do with being controlled and manipulated by social and mainstream media? CNN, MSNBC, The New York Times, The LA Times, Hollywood celebrities, athletes, college professors, anyone that leans left constantly pour out negative stories about Donald Trump. Not one of them ever says anything about the good he's done and is doing. They are more interested in destroying him. All because their savior, Hillary Rodham Clinton, didn't get elected. Yes, she won the popular vote by about 1.5 million votes. The thing about that is those votes came from New York City, Chicago, and Los Angeles. Should three cities control what the entire nation does? The Democrats think so.

The socialist/communist agenda of the Democratic Party is being shoved down the collective throats of the entire nation. Universal everything is a fundamental right to all in the world at the expense of the U.S. Taxpayer. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez has gone so far as to say it is a fundamental right for everyone to have an income to live on, even if they are unwilling but able, to work. Socialism at its best. The younger generation, the generation called Millennials, are all for this. They believe that they are owed a living with no effort from them. Thank you, Socialist Representatives, social media, and the mainstream media that parrot this talk on a 24/7 basis.

After over two years of extensive investigation, the Mueller Team found absolutely no evidence of any collusion by Donald J Trump or his campaign even though the far-left liberals and the mainstream media have been pronouncing, daily, that there was clear evidence. They are still saying it even after the Mueller Report came out stating there was no collusion. The Democrats just won't give up until they find something, anything, against the one President, since JFK, that is totally for America. And Kennedy was shot because of it.

The antisemitic terrorist attacks around the world are blamed on Trump by the left. Any terrorist attack is blamed on Trump. Why? The left doesn't like his straight, politically incorrect talk. He says what he thinks without a filter. Instead of blaming the radical Islamic, antisemitic, pro-socialist, racist terrorists for what they are doing, the left must blame Trump. Yes, they hate him that much. They hate him because he is against their anti-American ideology. The mainstream media and social media follow the left to the letter.

There are four freshman Congresswomen that have basically taken over the Democrat-controlled House of Representatives. Each and every one of them has gone before cameras and the press and disrespected our nation in one way or another. Rashida Tlaib and Ilhan Oman have spoken out against Israel and the Jewish people, our biggest ally and the only Democratic nation in that region. Omar had the audacity to actually say “Some people did something” about the 9/11 attack on our nation and that all terror attacks around the world are due to America. AOC constantly accuses our men and women on the border as running concentration camps and being Nazis. Ayanna Pressly has said that if a black, brown, yellow face can't speak with the same color voice they don't need to be involved or heard.

The media has largely ignored all of the things these women have said and done. Instead, the media, the people that the nation goes to for truth in reporting and understanding in what goes on around the globe, have said that Trump is a racist, fascist., and a misogynist that is destroying the country with his tweets. As the 'Squad,' as they call themselves, give speeches, put out tweets, and give press conferences on how bad Trump has treated them, the press will not condemn them for any of their racist, Fascist, antisemitic, or anti-American rhetoric. The press praises these people like they are gods.

The mainstream media has become the mouthpiece for the Democrat Party. Instead of news, we get an opinion. Instead of reporting all the good that Trump has and is doing, we hear everything against him. They tear apart every tweet, every speech, even every gesture that the President makes and makes him look the bad guy. All the while screaming out the attributes of the new Socialist Democratic Party and ignoring that party's anti-American, pro-socialist, racist rants.

Whatever happened to news anchors like Walter Cronkite?

“And that's the way is was...”

What Exactly Is a Conservative, Liberal or Libertarian?

What does it mean to be a conservative? What does it mean to be a liberal? How about a libertarian? I mean, we all claim to be something politically, emotionally, socially, etc. So, what does that mean, exactly? To figure that out, we need to know the definition of each. Let’s go to my favorite dictionary, the Oxford American Dictionary, Third Edition.

Conservative: adj. 1 opposed to change and holding traditional values. 2 (in politics) favoring free enterprise and private ownership. [Synonyms: 1 right-wing, reactionary, traditionalist, old-fashioned, dyed-in-the-wool, hidebound, unadventurous, set in your ways. 2 conventional, sober, modest, sensible, restrained. Antonyms: socialist, radical.]

Liberal: adj. 1 willing to respect and accept behavior or opinions different from your won. 2 (in politics) supporting the freedom of individuals and in favor of political and social reform. 3 generous in applying or adding something. 4 not strictly literal or exact. [Synonyms: tolerant, unprejudiced, broad-minded, open-minded, enlightened, permissive, free (and easy), easygoing, libertarian, indulgent, lenient. 2 a liberal social agenda, progressive, advanced, modern, forward-looking, forward-thinking, enlightened, reformist, radical. Antonyms: reactionary, strict.]

Libertarian: n. 1 a person who believes in libertarianism. 2 a person who argues for civil liberty. Libertarianism: n. a political philosophy arguing for very limited state intervention in the lives of citizens.

So, where do we all stand, politically and socially? As for me, a conservative, I believe in less government, self-reliance and self-responsibility, strong defense, secure borders, semi-isolationism, literal meaning of the Constitution, keeping personal freedoms and respecting others opinions even if they differ from mine. So, what am I really? According to the definitions above I am actually part conservative, part liberal and part libertarian.

Where do my liberal friends stand? Seems to me like they are just a bit liberal and libertarian; no conservatism there at all. Funny how the antonyms of conservative is “socialist and radical” and how those two terms seem to fit the liberals behavior since the election of November 8, 2016. (Especially the ‘radical’ part.)

This is not going to be me downgrading the liberals. Not this time. For one reason, I have not a clue as to why my liberal friends do what they do or think what they think. I did hear someone, I simply do not recall the guy’s name, title, job description or political party, explain that liberals, since the early 1960’s and the race problems of the time, have identified with being on the moral high ground. After all, they stand up and fight for the minorities of the world thus placing them above everyone else, especially conservatives, in this politically correct world. Is this how they really think? They would disagree, I believe. I really don’t know since I am not a liberal.

I am a conservative, with a little liberal and libertarian thrown in for good measure. I don’t like change and I will grab on to those traditional values with a death grip. Free enterprise and private ownership (capitalism for those of you from Chariton, Iowa and Rio Linda, California), are what brings about competition and wealth building. I do believe that everyone is entitled to their own opinions and their right to voice those opinions, even if they differ from my own. I believe in individual freedoms as long as those freedoms do not interfere or do away with my own. I will fight for everyone’s civil liberties (which, to me, are individual freedoms).

I try to be tolerant of other people’s lifestyles, religions, ethnicity and cultures. I am as far from prejudiced as you can get as far as racism, religion and orientation. Open-minded, yes (I have actually been known to change my mind if given facts that I didn’t know before). As for permissive, indulgent and lenient? Nah, too much of that and people become ‘entitled’ and that is not a good thing. I would like to think that I am forward-thinking, advanced and modern (as much as my old school brain can manage).

What strikes me most about liberals, as for synonyms, is radical, permissive, indulgent, and lenient. If a parent is permissive, indulgent and lenient with a child, what happens to that child? They become brats that think they deserve everything without giving anything or working for things. REALLY? And where is America today? We have a bunch of ‘entitled’ children that are brats, have no respect for anyone or anything (including law enforcement and government), and believe the world owes them a living and don’t want to work for anything.

I have not known any liberal to actually tolerate, indulge, or be willing to respect and accept opinions of anyone other than those that think the way they do. Try to have a debate with a liberal. You can’t. You cannot use logic, common sense or facts if any of those things go against what they believe. I have been called some of the most heinous of things because I don’t agree with the liberal way of thinking on a lot of subjects. When I state facts, they are said to be ‘alternative facts’ or lies or unsubstantiated reports. Doesn’t matter if those facts are from reputable sources or even their own officials.

I am not insulting any liberal or, at least, I’m not trying to. All I am doing is stating facts as I have seen and heard through personal experience. Am I just as hard-headed as some liberals? Of course I am on some subjects; on other subjects, not so much. Prove to me where I am wrong and I will most likely change my view. But I must have facts from reputable sources, eye witnesses, and incontrovertible evidence. Call me Trey Gowdy, Jr.

So, how do you look at yourself? Are you conventional, sensible, restrained, and a traditionalist or are you socialist, radical, easygoing, indulgent, lenient, reformist? Only you know the answer to this question. The bigger question is where do you want our country to go? We were founded on those fundamentally traditionalist, right-wing, old-fashioned, sensible, restrained ideals with individual freedoms and liberties guaranteed by our Constitution. That is what America is. We are not a country without borders, without respect for government and law enforcement, where everyone gets their way regardless of how others feel, where government controls every aspect of our lives and everyone is entitled to everything without working for it.

Free enterprise is what built this nation. Individual freedom is what has brought millions and millions of immigrants here (legally). Radical ideas of a new form of government, never tried before in history, is what got us those things. You can’t reinvent the wheel and make it better. It still has to be round to move that vehicle. A country without borders is not a country. National security is more important than open arms to anyone. Free everything will kill our economy. Wealth redistribution will not make anyone wealthy. The biggest problem with socialism is that sooner or later you will run out of other people’s money. Traditional values, you know - self-reliance and self-responsibility, are what will keep us going forward.

Dressing up as vaginas and protesting for ‘women’s rights’ will not gain anything; especially since those doing that are not actually protesting for women’s rights, only the right to kill unborn children. Women have equal rights and in a lot of cases have more rights. Minorities have the same rights as those so-called white-privileged people. If not, then why are there so many minorities that have risen to great heights? People like Barack Obama, Ben Carson, Colin Powell, Condaleeza Rice, Oprah Winfrey, Will Smith, Jackie Robinson, etc. are all far above a lot of white-privilege people. So don’t tell me that just because a person is white they are better off than those that are not. Don’t tell me that homosexuals are worse off than heterosexuals when Hollywood is filled with extremely rich and powerful homosexuals. Don’t tell me that immigrants can’t become great statesmen/women, businessmen/women, athletes, etc. when you see it all the time.

As soon as you stop empowering that victim ideology to people and start empowering the fact that anyone can achieve their dreams then this country, actually the world, will become a better place for everyone.

Sorry, got a little off topic didn’t I? Not really when you consider that all the racism, victim ideology and radical protests are coming from the liberal left and the conservative right is out here wondering why they are doing it.

Decide for yourself what you are and what you want. As Smokey the Bear said, “Only You can prevent the downfall of America.”

Who Am I?

     Who am I? Is what I see actually me? Or is it just a ghost, a shadow of some long forgotten existence? If I am just a shadow, who is that long forgotten entity I am the remainder of; a hero, a jester, a knight or a knave? Could I have been a king or just a peasant; maybe a mighty wizard or a lowly apprentice? No matter who, or what I was, what remains of that person; the entire personality, core values, wants and needs or a mix of these things from that long forgotten man?

     Who am I? I have lived before, long ago in an age of danger and enchantment. A time when sorcerers held more sway in what happened than anyone, even a king. It was a time when dragons terrorized villages and castles without regard to human life.  But, who was I? My ‘now’ is the mirror image of my past. If this is true then I was nothing more than street trash, doing what had to be done to survive, no matter the cost to ego, self or reputation. I was a beggar, a thief, a sorry shadow of a human being willing to be whatever to whomever; a consort, a stable-hand, a soldier, a spy. I was as expendable as the morning chamber-pot. But, is that what I am now? Is that all I can ever be?

     Who am I? In this life, in this time, I have done whatever I needed to do to survive. I have been that beggar, that thief, stable-hand and soldier. My core values have been shredded more than once just so my family could survive. But, this is not everything. Those bygone days of yore left an indelible mark upon my soul; a mark that the gods of old branded me with so never to be released from my servitude. Zeus and Ganymede, Greek offerings, Egyptian ransoms and Roman perversions all are etched into my very soul.

     So who am I? I am a monster. An ambiguous sense of being that manifests nothing but harm to others simply for the enjoyment contrived thereof. A Kraken, a dragon, a vampire, a werewolf, all together in a man’s body, disguised as a moral human only to have the monster unleash its’ unholy terror when it feels compelled to do so. I am the bane of humanity. A curse placed upon this earth for the entertainment of gods long forgotten; Odin, Hel, Freya, Loki, Thor, Heimdall and a host of others, laughing and taunting me endlessly into the night and beyond.

     Instead of the question: Who am I? It should be asked: What am I? It is not feasible for an entity that is not human to be “who” but only a “what.” What I am, humanity does not recognize as being even close to human. I am a monster of such magnitude that if I were to unleash the totality of my horror the world would not survive. As it is, only a small fraction of a fraction is ever released at one time and that is more than the man can endure. The man is held captive by the monster for it needs a vessel for survival in this world.

     The man tears and strains against the bonds that hold him tethered to this hideous creature, only to find that even Fenrir could not break free from these bonds. Where is Tyr? Who will place their hand in the mouth of the Wolf now? Will the man be ever a slave to the monster or will the mighty gods of the Celts save him from his fate? The Norns are weaving and unweaving a life of misery, laughing at the suffering they cause. Oh, Frigg, save this mortal man, beseech the mercy of the All-Father so that the suffering might end.

     When two minds are battling for one space throughout eons, weariness overcomes the weaker and the stronger beholds victory. This battle is almost at an end. The monster has risen more frequently and more forcefully as time continues. I fear that what will become of the man is nothing more than a forgotten ghost, placed among those things no longer needed or believed in. The man will fade from existence and the monster will devour his soul and the hedonistic ways of evil will prevail. Woe to those who will behold the life left. Evil will prevail with no thoughts of family or friends. Only the desires of the creature will continue. No heed will be given to harm done to anyone or anything in its quest for the whim of pleasure, both physical and mental.

     I rue the day I am lost to this. The most foul of things from the darkest corners of Hades, the deepest pits of Tartarus could not contain the evil that will be set upon the earth. Neither foe, nor friend, will escape unscathed. Loved ones will turn to hate the man for all that will be done through him. They will not fathom the reason why he has turned away from good and just and right. Neither man, nor woman, will fail to catch his attention. Greek and Roman will prevail. Caligula, Augustus, Prometheus, all will bow to the deviant-ness of the creature.

     Behold the evil within us. All have it at their beck and call. Most keep it bound tightly, never allowing it a second of freedom. Once the freedom is tasted, it lusts after all it can acquire. Lust is all it knows. Both man and woman and yet, neither. It takes nothing more than a thought to provoke this part of the monster. A thought, a scent, a sight or even a memory can bring forth the desire of physical pleasure. Not just desire, but a need most powerful; a need not to be unfulfilled. This is the hedonist in the creature. This is what will destroy the man totally.

     Pleasure of the senses. Taste- only the finest mead, sound- only the most melodious of flutes, touch- naked flesh under the softest silk, sight-the most beautiful visions of man and nature and smell- only the odors of love will satiate the beast. This is what is to come of me. A man lost in a world unknown to him, yet, known.

     So, who am I? Just a man. A man hoping for forgiveness from those that may be harmed by the beast within. A man that knows he cannot fight the beast another day. A man who, as much as he tried, will fall to the whims of a mirthless god.

Your Soul Mate: Who is He/She?

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

 

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

 

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master...”

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

I was trying to find a good subject for a blog but couldn’t get my mind around it. Mi Hijo turned me on to this website called GoodReads that has quotes from books, authors, celebrities on other famous people. Now, I have been known to write about a lot of things that I know absolutely nothing about so I thought maybe I would try the subject of love and soul mates. I found this quote to be very enlightening. I like what Ms. Gilbert said so I will continue on with this as best I can with wit, humor and a base of knowledge that comes to the sum total of zero.

My idea of a soul mate has always been exactly what Ms. Gilbert said in that first sentence: the perfect fit. You know; that one person in the world that completes you, fills you up and you never want to be without. Isn’t that what everyone wants? Of course it is. The best friend, the lover, the confidante all rolled into one. That, my friends, is a soul mate. At least that’s what I thought it was until I read this quote and got to thinking about it. As I read through this I got to thinking about it more closely. What is a best friend? What is a confidante? We all know what a lover is.

A best friend is someone who loves you no matter who you are, what you are, where you are or anything else. They don’t care if you are rich or poor, skinny or fat, cute or ugly or even popular or an outcast. They love you for you; all of you. That best friend will also let you know when you screw up, when you are going down the wrong path or when you are on the precipice of oblivion. They let you know when you are sabotaging yourself and make you look at yourself honestly. Your walls are non-existent to them because you trust them so implicitly and because your walls are down, they are able to make you see yourself for who you are. They hold the razor to your life and can cut you to the heart, destroying you because they know everything about you. That is a best friend because they can do all that and still love you for it all. The good, the bad and the ugly. It is always up to you to change if you choose and if you choose not to they will still love you.

The confidante is that person that knows every secret in your life. Well, maybe not every secret but pretty darn close. You go to them for advice, consolation, in victory and defeat. They are the Robert to your John Kennedy. More than a best friend yet not quite because that razor isn’t in their hand like it is with the Best Friend, but they kinda hold the hand that holds the razor.

So, going on this line of thought, a soul mate is best friend, confidante and, a lot of the time, the lover, but this type of soul mate described by Ms. Gilbert is one that comes into your life, is all the above for a while and then leaves because their job is done. Once this type of soul mate has broken you down to build you up, they go somewhere else to do the same damage to someone else knowing that you are the better person for it. I kind of agree with this yet disagree because I believe that this type soul mate stays in your life as the mentor type person. Still a best friend and still someone you confide in. They still hold that damn razor. They may no longer be the lover for one reason or another but they will always be in your life simply because you will always need that person to keep you in line, show you a different route, and help you along the way to keep from falling.

Let’s go a little bit further. Let’s say that you have someone in your life that you think is your soul mate. It doesn’t matter whether that soul mate is same sex or not. You have to look at who they are and what they do for you. Is it that they just make you happy? Is it that you’ve known them forever and have been close friends your whole life? Is it because they like the same things you do? Is it because they are there when you need them no matter what? All good questions to think about.

If they just make you happy that does not make a soul mate. It just means that you like to be around them, they’re funny, and they can make you smile when you’re in a bad mood. Just about anyone can do that if they try hard enough. Go to a bloody circus and watch the clowns, if you’re not afraid of clowns. After a while that frown will turn to a smile. The same goes for if it is because they like the same things you do. I’ve known people that mimicked someone because they wanted to be like them to the point where their whole lives changed. I read something decades ago about a kid that loved Star Trek’s Spock so much that he changed himself into Spock, to the point of not even showing emotion. That doesn’t make a person a soul mate.

So you’ve known this person your whole life and have been best friends. This person would do their best to come to your aid in the middle of the night if you needed them. Most people have friends like that; most, not all. Does that make this person your soul mate? Hardly. If it did then everyone would have their soul mates without trying and no one would be looking for that special someone.

Let’s put it all together now. You have a best friend that likes everything you do, makes you happy and will come to your aid that you have known your whole life. You can even share your inner-most thoughts, fears and dreams with this person. They might even know you better than most but that does not mean they are your soul mate. Re-read Ms. Gilbert’s description and you’ll see what I mean. A soul mate will tear you down, make you see yourself honestly, help you find yourself, guide you, advise you, be there for you, tear up your ego a little just to make you see yourself more honestly and then build a stronger you.

A true soul mate, that one person that comes into your life that so special, is a rarity; so much so that when you find that person you should grab hold of him/her and love them with all your heart and soul and never let them go. The true soul mate, whether same sex or not, will be more to you than anyone else; loyal, trustworthy, the confidante, the conscience, the guide, the mentor and could possibly even be the lover. Most people see their soul mate as the lover simply because they believe their soul mate is opposite sex. If that soul mate is same sex it can, and sometimes does, include a sexual relationship, albeit, discreet and secret.

The vast majority of people believe that sex is an integral part of soul mates. If it is a same sex person then is sex that important? To some it is, others it is not. A person can be straighter than a stripper pole and still be in an intimate relationship with someone that is same sex. Both parties can be straight and still be in that same sex relationship if there is trust, loyalty, devotion and love. Then, the soul mate relationship will be totally complete as the majority sees it. The sexual side, if same sex, is unknown to the world but enjoyed by the two involved behind closed doors.

So, when you find that special someone, and if you haven’t, you will, it won’t matter who they are, how old they are, what sex they are or where they are in life, they will be there for you and love you more than anyone else could or would, so take hold of them like a drowning man grabs a life preserver. Keep them close and believe that, no matter what, they are there and there is nothing that you could do or say that will ever make them not love you. Trust him/her to always have your back, never cut you down, never humiliate you, always build you up and to love you with all their heart and soul. There is that someone out there for you. All you have to do is open your eyes and see.

Who am I?

Who am I? Is what I see actually me? Or is it just a ghost, a shadow of some long forgotten existence? If I am just a shadow, who is that long forgotten entity I am the remainder of; a hero, a jester, a knight or a knave? Could I have been a king or just a peasant; maybe a mighty wizard or a lowly apprentice? No matter who or what I was, what remains of that person; the entire personality, core values, wants and needs or a mix of these things from that long forgotten man?

Who am I? I have lived before, long ago in an age of danger and enchantment. A time when sorcerers held more sway in what happened than anyone, even a king. It was a time when dragons terrorized villages and castles without regard to human life.  But, who was I? My ‘now’ is the mirror image of my past. If this is true then I was nothing more than street trash, doing what had to be done to survive, no matter the cost to ego, self or reputation. I was a beggar, a thief, a sorry shadow of a human being willing to be whatever to whomever; a consort, a stable-hand, a soldier, a spy. I was as expendable as the morning chamber-pot. But, is that what I am now? Is that all I can ever be?

Who am I? In this life, in this time, I have done whatever I needed to do to survive. I have been that beggar, that thief, stable-hand and soldier. My core values have been shredded more than once just so my family could survive. But, this is not everything. Those bygone days of yore left an indelible mark upon my soul. A mark that the gods of old branded me with so never to be released from my servitude. Zeus and Ganymede, Greek offerings, Egyptian ransoms and Roman perversions all are etched into my very soul.

So who am I? I am a monster. An ambiguous sense of being that manifests nothing but harm to others simply for the enjoyment contrived thereof. A Kraken, a dragon, a vampire, a werewolf, all together in a man’s body, disguised as a moral human only to have the monster unleash its’ unholy terror when it feels compelled to do so. I am the bane of humanity. A curse placed upon this earth for the entertainment of gods long forgotten; Odin, Hel, Freya, Loki, Thor, Heimdall and a host of others, laughing and taunting me endlessly into the night and beyond.

Instead of the question: Who am I? It should be asked: What am I? It is not feasible for an entity that is not human to be “who” but only a “what.” What I am, humanity does not recognize as being even close to human. I am a monster of such magnitude that if I were to unleash the totality of my horror the world would not survive. As it is, only a small fraction of a fraction is ever released at one time and that is more than the man can endure. The man is held captive by the monster for it needs a vessel for survival in this world.

The man tears and strains against the bonds that hold him tethered to this hideous creature, only to find that even Fenrir could not break free from these bonds. Where is Tyr? Who will place their hand in the mouth of the Wolf now? Will the man be ever a slave to the monster or will the mighty gods of the Celts save him from his fate? The norns are weaving and unweaving a life of misery, laughing at the suffering they cause. Oh, Frigg, save this mortal man, beseech the mercy of the All-Father so that the suffering might end.

When two minds are battling for one space throughout eons, weariness overcomes the weaker and the stronger beholds victory. This battle is almost at an end. The monster has risen more frequently and more forcefully as time continues. I fear that what will become of the man is nothing more than a forgotten ghost, placed among those things no longer needed or believed in. The man will fade from existence and the monster will devour his soul and the hedonistic ways of evil will prevail. Woe to those who will behold the life left. Evil will prevail with no thoughts of family or friends. Only the desires of the creature will continue. No heed will be given to harm done to anyone or anything in its quest for the whim of pleasure, both physical and mental.

I rue the day I am lost to this. The most foul of things from the darkest corners of Hades, the deepest pits of Tartarus could not contain the evil that will be set upon the earth. Neither foe, nor friend, will escape unscathed. Loved ones will turn to hate the man for all that will be done through him. They will not fathom the reason why he has turned away from good and just and right. Neither man, nor woman, will fail to catch his attention. Greek and Roman will prevail. Caligula, Augustus, Prometheus, all will bow to the deviantness of the creature.

Behold the evil within us. All have it at their beck and call. Most keep it bound tightly, never allowing it a second of freedom. Once the freedom is tasted, it lusts after all it can acquire. Lust is all it knows. Both man and woman and yet, neither. It takes nothing more than a thought to provoke this part of the monster. A thought, a scent, a sight or even a memory can bring forth the desire of physical pleasure. Not just desire, but a need most powerful; a need not to be unfulfilled. This is the hedonist in the creature. This is what will destroy the man totally.

Pleasure of the senses. Taste- only the finest mead, sound- only the most melodious of flutes, touch- naked flesh under the softest silk, sight-the most beautiful visions of man and nature and smell- only the odors of love will satiate the beast. This is what is to come of me. A man lost in a world unknown to him, yet, known.

So, who am I? Just a man. A man hoping for forgiveness from those that may be harmed by the beast within. A man that knows he cannot fight the beast another day. A man who, as much as he tried, will fall to the whims of a mirthless god.

Love is Not Sex

Over the course of my lifetime I have discovered something that is so disturbing that it makes me distrust the human race more than any other thing. This one thing, as insignificant as it may seem, is probably the one most important cause of rebelliousness, disrespect, disloyalty and disobedience in our society. Rumors are started and spread like wildfire over this. Lives are ruined because of it. The sad part is that it would be easy to change the attitude about it if people would stop being sheeple and start being human again; if the sheeple of the world would open their eyes and minds and start standing up for themselves instead of being blind followers to an evil empire.

What is this one thing that I speak of? Love. Easy, right? Hold the phone! What does love have to do with all the ills of the world? It isn’t love per se, but the lack thereof. People, by and large, have become so self-absorbed that the only person they love, if they love anyone at all, are themselves. Most parents, even, don’t care about their children other than to make sure they don’t get them into trouble. Notice I said ‘most,’ not all, but most. There are those parents that love their children more than life itself. Those are not the parents that I am talking about.

People have gotten to believe that no one can care about anyone outside of family unless sex is involved. If a person cares about another person they have to have ulterior motives, read ‘sexual;’ this is not always the scenario. There are those people that have enough familial love to care about others as their own children, parents or brother/sister. It is the simple-minded, narrow-minded or secretly perverted people that think otherwise; that think a man/woman cannot love another’s child as their own or a child can’t look at an adult as a surrogate parent. It are those type people that spread rumors of perversion and illegal/immoral behavior between an adult and child.

Over the past several years I have had dozens of kids in my house that are friends of my kids. Ninety nine percent of these kids have come to me and said, “I wish I had a dad like you.” I would always tell them that they really didn’t. The only reason they said that was because I was not responsible for them and if they would talk to my kids they would tell them I could be a real dick at times. Out of all those kids, the ones that asked my advice, that listened to my ‘old man’ stories, that were not judged for their mistakes and were accepted for who they were, only a handful actually followed my advice. Those that did not, well, they have gone on doing the drugs and drinking, stealing and generally being bad examples of humanity. It is the ones that did listen that have gone on to be productive members of society.

To go on further, only two of all those kids are still in my life on a regular basis. I call these two boys my sons. I love them just as much as I love my own two kids and treat them as if they were my own children. I watched these two grow from two ‘loser’ weed smoking teens into two of the most responsible young adults in town. Anyone would be proud to call them their sons and I know their mother is very proud of them. I am proud of them for what they have become. They still have their issues, as everyone does, but they are more responsible, loyal and trustworthy than nearly anyone else in this town. The best part is that they both tell me that I had a large part in what they became and they love me like a father.

Why bring this up, you ask? Because rumors abound; it isn’t right that I should love these boys like I do. They shouldn’t love me the way they do. There just has to be some immoral activity going on. That could not be further from truth. These two boys are sons to me, period. One, in particular, spends a lot of time with me, which I enjoy immensely. We talk about everything. I give him advice, he tells me of his exploits, we discuss books, movies and music and we enjoy each other’s company. My home is his home. My children treat him as a brother. Yet, rumors abound that there is more to this relationship than a father/son scenario all because it isn’t right that this type relationship exists.

Both of these boys have been in my life a long time and neither have ever asked anything from me, taken anything from me or expected anything from me other than friendship. They have earned their place in my life and the life of my own children. The have earned the love they receive from me and my kids and they return that love in kind. To think anything different is insane and those that do think there is something perverted about it are the perverted ones. It takes a very small mind to think the way a lot of people do.

I told this story as an example of the problems with humanity; most of the world thinks in the small way that most of the people in my town do. Humanity is self-destructive and have no sense of self-worth. If the sheeple of the world actually had faith in themselves and weren’t so self-absorbed this world would be a much better place and a lot of innocent people’s lives would not be ruined by rumors and untruths. This is also one of the biggest reasons that I have become a recluse, isolating myself from humanity. I refuse to think in a way that is detrimental to the basic instincts of mankind. I believe in the ultimate good in everyone and every day I am shown that people would rather embrace the evil, dark side of their being instead of the loving, open and kind side. Until humanity gets back to its’ roots and realizes that there is more to life than bigotry, racism, perversion, hate and the multitude of phobias against each other the world is doomed to destruction.

The More I See People The More I Like Fish

The more I see people, the more I like fish. I’ve said this repeatedly for the last twenty years and people just didn’t understand it. Most people still don’t understand what I mean when I say it. It is not that difficult to understand the concept. Look at it this way: when you deal with people what are you actually dealing with? A lot of two-timing, drama inducing, judgemental, back-stabbing assholes. When you deal with fish what are you dealing with? A being that is quiet, doesn’t require much care, will not talk about you behind your back and, as long as you put in some food once a day and clean the tank once a month, will not give you any problems.

Be honest. I know that is actually a foreign concept for most people as most people think they have to be exactly what they think everyone wants them to be, but if you are totally honest  (which is actually quite easy if you try) you will understand what I am trying to say. If it were up to you it would be much easier to deal with fish than with the people that surround you most of the time. Admit it: you really don’t even like most of the people around you. They are there simply to fill a void that cannot be filled by anything else.

I used to have dozens, literally dozens, of people around me at all times. I didn’t think that I could get by without those people around me, at least until they weren’t there. When everyone disappeared I realized that the quiet was actually quite enjoyable. There was no one there to take advantage of my kindness, no one to steal from me, no one to talk about me behind my back. It was beautiful. I could finally be, well, me. I didn’t have to try to impress anyone or be someone that I wasn’t.

I think the biggest thing is that I didn’t have to deal with all the stupidity. People are stupid in a way that no other living creature is. Nature has a way of dealing with stupid:  it’s called survival of the fittest; stupid just doesn’t come into the equation until you input humanity. We are the stupidest of all of the god’s creations with all of our knowledge and civilized way of life. We are creative, intelligent and adaptive yet we give up all of what we are when we give up intuition and common sense. When a creature lives to get all they can from whoever they can get it from regardless of the hurt it causes and without conscience we become a parasite. There are very few humans that are deserving of life.

Mother Theresa and the Dali Lama are two that are very deserving of life. They give (gave) without thought of personal gain of any kind. They loved without regard to race, religion, creed, sexual orientation, color or nationality. They knew not about getting ahead of the ‘other guy’ because the ‘other guy’ might just get more than them or get there before them. The clock had nothing to do with their timeline. Let me put that into perspective for all you corporate go-getters.

It’s five o’clock in the afternoon in any major metropolitan area in the country on Friday afternoon, the western sky is bathed in the golden glow of a winter sundown. The roads are, as truck drivers would say, dry and dusty and no precipitation is anticipated until after the weekend. As you pull onto the freeway what is it that is first noticeable? For anyone that isn’t used to it the first thing would be the traffic at almost a complete standstill with three to six lanes going in each direction depending on what city you’re in. That’s right, a COMPLETE standstill in ALL lanes. Why? Because Joe Blow in the Beemer there has to get ahead of Jim Dirt in the Ford Taurus because Jim just might not be going as fast as Joe when traffic clears and Joe is much more important than Jim because he drives a Beemer and that Taurus is just so below being in front of him.

Then, oh my bloody god, there comes a semi-truck! We all know that trucks go so much slower than anyone else so we have to stay ahead of it no matter what. If we have to drive on the shoulder at faster-than-light speed we will just to get ahead of that truck, then we can slow down once we get back into the lane of traffic. Of, shit! Here you are, out in what a driver calls the ‘hammer lane’ (that means it’s for fast traffic) going as fast as you can possibly go and there, just a few feet in front of you is your exit that you’ve taken every weekday for the last ten years yet you were so bent on getting in front of everyone that you weren’t paying attention to where you were. What do you do? Why you just cut across all those slower lanes of traffic regardless of traffic; after all it isn’t like there could possibly be another exit less than a mile away that you could get to much safer.

Stupidity. That is all it is; stupidity with total lack of common sense and courtesy for anyone. That was just an example of Friday night rush hour in ANY metro area in the nation. Think about it: What is so important that people cannot sit back and relax, drive safely and courteously and think about the other guy? Your house isn’t going to be gone, mom and dad aren’t moving without telling you, the wife is going to cheat on you whether you catch her or not and the Chinese take-out will still be hot when you pick it up whether it’s in ten minutes or twenty.

Trucks are a different thing altogether, they are on a time schedule. They don’t go slow because they want to, they weigh from thirty to eighty thousand pounds or more and it takes a minute to get to speed and hills slow them down because of the weight. That does not mean they want to slow your happy ass down and keep you from getting home to your dearly beloved, cheating wife and monster kids that have way too much for who they are (they don’t appreciate what they have, anyway).That professional driver does not want to keep you from that all-important rendezvous with that cute little waitress at the IHOP that is just after you for your money and your wife will find out sooner or later about it anyway. Those trucks are doing a JOB just like you got off of only their job is much more important than yours because without that truck you wouldn’t have that little foreign, or domestic, car to get to and from work, that nice thousand dollar suit that you’re wearing or the gold watch that you so desperately want. You wouldn’t have those high dollars toys that you have in and around your house. In fact, you wouldn’t have your house. Why, you ask? Because if you have it, a truck brought it, period. There is nothing that you could have, want or need that a truck does not haul to the wholesaler or retailer. Give ‘em a break.

That is a little off-subject but still needed to be said. I was talking about how stupid the human race is and THAT is even more important than letting all the idiots in moving vehicles know to leave trucks to do what they need to without being harassed.

People have this insane habit of needing to talk about people behind their backs, downgrade others and generally be dicks towards everyone else. People have this insane need to have what everyone else does, or better. You see it all the time in the skrewl system. While being indoctrinated into mainstream liberalism by the tax-payer paid educational system kids are bent on being better than everyone they think is below them. Just look at what they wear: name-brand, labeled jeans, Abercrombie shirts and two hundred dollar tennis shoes. When a kid can’t afford that those poor bastards are put down and made fun of. Why? They have Wrangler jeans and Hanes tee-shirts with Nike tennis shoes all bought from Goodwill for less than those preppy idiots paid for a pair of their Gloria Vanderbilt socks.

If a person doesn’t like someone, for whatever off-the-wall reason they could possibly have, it is normal for them to start rumors to make everyone else not like that person. Hell, they could even say something that is true but unimportant to the workings of the world, but it is something that in embarrassing; or they could bring up a handicap that some kid has (i.e., ADHD, Bipolar, Down Syndrome, etc.). All to make that person seem small and the one spouting the BS feel better about themselves. Stupid isn’t it? Yes it is but it happens every day, everywhere. It is the human condition to do this and that is why fish are much better than people. Fish don’t do that.

Let’s not forget the money. What does money have to do with liking fish over people, you ask? I’ll tell you. People are out to get as much as they can no matter who they hurt to get it. It’s a sickness with the human race to get more than they need. It isn’t like anyone can take it with them at the end of this life. I have yet to come across any fact that proves when a person leaves this life that any of the possessions they have are transferred over to their next life. Years and years of research have come up with nothing that proves it goes with you, but people still have to take more and more and more. There is only so many things you can purchase, so many things you can own, so much you can just throw away; yet people have this insane need to acquire, not just millions, but billions and billions of dollars. Why?

What do fish want? Nothing. They ask for nothing and expect nothing. What do fish do? They swim around in their little tank making not a sound. You feed them a little fish food every day or so and clean their tank once a month and those fish are happy. Not a care in the world. No noise, no messy litter box or piles of poop on the carpet; no back biting or rumor-mongering, either. Fish won’t steal from you or try to take your best girl/boyfriend from you. The most amazing thing about fish is that they have no desire to get more than they have; as long as they are fed that is all they need. If you forget to feed them and you do happen to find them belly-up in the tank… you flush them. No muss, no fuss, no expense.

Now is it understandable why I like fish better than people? If not, you are one of the 99.99999% that I really want nothing to do with because you haven’t got the sense the god’s gave a rock. I am not a racist because I hate everyone equally. I have a very limited number of people that I allow around me (not including those idiots that my children call friends) because there are a limited number of people that have common sense and intelligence, that won’t take what they can from me without permission and that I can trust with my life through years of being around them. Other than those few… the more I see people the more I like fish…

I Did it My Way

“For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has not, to say the words he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows and did it my way.” My Way, recorded by Frank Sinatra; way back in the day when music was actually music without any screaming or vulgarities to contend with. I remember listening to this song, which was the theme song from Man From LaMancha  and thinking to myself, “Self, this is a really meaningful song.”

I really don’t want to put up the entire song’s lyrics even though there is a lot of meaning to it. I just want to go with this one verse, otherwise, I would be writing a book instead of a blog (I am trying really hard to make it short, Buzz).

If you think about what the lyricist is saying here, I mean really think about it, you will understand what he is trying to say. What is a man and what does he have? If you cannot be YOU then who are you? You become what I like to call, a ‘sheeple.’ A sheeple is a person, or persons, that follow blindly what is being told to him/her/them. Another way of saying it is that you become a slave to whomever it is that you are following.

I see this so much in politics. The red and the blue, following blindly those in power, will fight to the bitter end to justify what their party is up to. If you remember back to when King Obama was first coroneted, one of the networks interviewed a young, black woman after she had voted. This woman was so excited that a black man was actually running and winning. She made this statement, “He’s gonna take care of me. I won’t have to worry about my mortgage or putting gas in my car. He gonna take care of me.” She, like so many, is a sheeple. She drank the Kool-Aid.

Fast forward to now… I watched an anchorman interview several black people that think the Constitution should be changed to allow a president more than two terms so that their king can run again. Isn’t that why, after three terms of Roosevelt, the Constitution was amended to keep one person from having too much power? George Washington was offered a kingship when the war with Britain was over and we had our independence. He turned it down knowing that it would lead to the same corruption and tyranny that they had just fought against. Now, those that feel they have had a bad hand dealt to them want to go back to that tyrannical form of government.

I know, I know, it looks like I am one of the biggest racists on Earth. I am not. I am equally racist- I hate everyone equally. I really don’t care if the President of the United States is black, white, green, brown, pink, purple or polka-dotted. I don’t care if he is Protestant, Catholic, Jewish, Mormon, Muslim or Buddhist. If the person in charge of this country is following the Constitution, is PRO-America, will fight for the rights and freedoms of the citizens of this country, will do everything in his/her power to keep this country safe and secure does it really matter who, or what, they are? NO. But, that does not mean I will become one of the sheeple that blindly believe what the government is telling me and follow to the ends of the world.

You may notice that I call black people, well, black. I don’t label blacks as ‘African-American’ as that indicates that they have emigrated from Africa to America. Most of those people that demand being called ‘African-American’ have never seen, much less lived in, Africa. To label a person like that would mean that EVERY LAST PERSON (save the American Indian) would be labeled as “Such-and-Such-American.” I, myself, would be something like a “Scottish/Welsh/English-American,” my Hijo would be a “Mexican-America,” there would be Italian-Americans, Polish-Americans, Vietnamese-Americans, Chinese-Americans, Swedish-Americans, Irish-Americans…. And so on and so forth. There would be no real Americans (save the native Americans- the Indians and they immigrated here across the Bering Strait from somewhere else long before history began).

Wow, I need to keep with one subject. On my bloody soapbox again, aren’t I?

So what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has not, to say the words he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows and did it my way. I have always done things my way and would not change that for anything. Has it gotten me into trouble a time or two? Of course it has. I refuse to follow along the path of conformity when I believe that conforming would be against my core values and beliefs. It is sad that more often than not people will change their values for the sake of fitting in with everyone else. They become just ‘another brick in the wall.’

I think I’ve said enough for now… gonna get into big trouble with the blogger police if I keep non-conforming.