July 31, 2013
"We need
to steer clear of this poverty of ambition, where people want to drive fancy
cars and wear nice clothes and live in nice apartments but don't want to work hard
to accomplish these things. Everyone should try to realize their full
potential." - Barack Obama
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Trajectory: (curve which a body describes in space,
path traced by projectile from gun to target)
The trajectory
of the projectile had been worked out before the fun was fired.
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Part III
The President of the United States of
America
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Now I have ‘real’ “writer’s block.”
(What a lovely sentence.)
The quotations are properly placed.
Moving on.
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I don’t want to write like a teacher because I’m not one.
I write as a
Private Citizen and Civilian of the United States of America for which...
I write as a
New England Patriot in the Pursuit of Happiness, as a responsible Taxpaying
Minnesota Adult, kosher Property Owner, as an informed Voter can be, as a
Future Parent (whose children will attend public school in contemporary
America,) as a happy Pet Owner and as a Thinking Contemporary of this Era and
Time.
Humbly I write to you because I should’ve not taken on such a
stupendous subject matter in topic such as the President of The United States
of America.
Who am I to write about the President?
I’m an American Private Citizen and Civilian (like many,) First Generation Immigrant and
“Middle Income Earner;” (whose taxes are
through-the-roof and have been for decades. Pity.)
[Our earning potential neither dictates our
class nor most people's for that matter. Personally, the most Civilized Peoples
I’ve come across are “Hillbillies” from Missouri within the last decade; these
Peoples could dine amongst royalty because they’re darn real, honest and funny
as hell. Plus, they’ll tell the truth to one’s face and that’s that. Yes, these
Peoples are so honest they won’t stab one in the back because their Peoples
killed each other’s People off in the American Civil War; (North vs. South)
and vice versa; (cousins against cousins
and brothers against brothers battled an ideological, political and gory deadly
war.]
I write as
one who pays heavy taxes for the well-being of public education in our
neighborhood just as our neighbors do because our neighbors also believe in
funding excellent public education to all neighborhoods especially to families of
all incomes and wage scale.
One’s public
education has nothing to do with the discrimination of wage income disparities.
No.
Education has to
do with how far one’s willing to work to learn about anything at all and become
intellectually well-rounded to survive and thrive in all environments amongst
all Peoples because that’s true success. It’s not good enough to be smart, one,
must also be intelligent to thrive in the world otherwise survival becomes quiet desperation.
I write
because I believe that public education isn’t something that we do for the sake
of doing but rather fund public education to its deepest financial needs as our
government does with the military industrial complex.
Why can’t
public education have an educational resurgence fund in which government “cuts out
a check” for one-hundred-and-sixty billion
dollars (I’ll have to look that figure up) just as the American government did
for Afghanistan to build mosques along the roadsides? (What. I won’t even raise a debate here because
there are better ones to be had. It’s just not that compelling and all too
obvious.)
I don’t mind
that our overall National Budget is set up in
support of any Foreign Aid
because the numbers set aside for a Foreign Aid Budget are miniscule.
What. The last
time I heard: if I heard a man correctly
say something like;
“‘Oh, yeah. The Foreign Aid budget is
point-zero-zero-two-percent (.002%) of the entire National Budget. That’s a
drop in the bucket. That’s nothing.’”
I already knew that the
Foreign Aid Budget would be something like that because I had “crunched” the
numbers even though it was difficult for me to do so.
I learned to “crunch numbers” while I wrote
monthly Excel liquor inventory spreadsheets (spring and summer 2006) for a
(non-sexual) private men’s club.
It took hours-and-hours of calculations; down
to the point-zero percent of any alcohol consumption of each liquor bottle.
Inventory was a headache to do and I measured
out each and every bottle as I took down numbers for the first few times until
a monthly average was calculated.
It sure was tedious work but well worth it
when I went to the spreadsheet and realized that I understood all that mathematics for what it was and what it represented.
I understood that over a period of time I’d
learn to see and recognize patters from month to month inventory and the
averages were all more or less the same over time. Simple? Right.
Well, the National Budget is really no
different only on a larger scale.
What percent of
fractioned-off budgetary numbers go towards what programs?
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I’ve stalled long enough.
I want to write about (“Obama Care” =
“Romney Care”).
I’d like to
write about what I know to understand to be true.
If
information, interpretation and linguistic comprehension serve me correct then
“Obama Care” is indeed almost exactly
as “Romney Care.”
Correct?
Right? Right.
Is it exactly
the same health care system (bill) as my hometown of Massachusetts? Yes. (Yes,
with a few variations and exceptions in the “fine print.”)
Well, if that
is so then a) (“Obama Care” equals
(=) “Romney Care”) the same as that in Massachusetts (one of our home states)
b) the linguistic equation (“Obama Care” = “Romney Care”) is in fact a Federal
Law c) yes, all those without a health care provider and / or with a previous
existing health condition can now afford some type of health care (without
having to go bankrupt over medical bills or into further debt and loss of
property) d) yes, a law now mandates that under (“Obama Care” = “Romney Care”)
all those without health care providers or health care insurance must sign up
to (“Obama Care” = “Romney Care”) legally or be penalized.
e)
Personal Note: So many complaints about
“Romney Care” in Massachusetts because the locals say that Mr. Romney
almost left either education or the state bankrupt. (I’d have to research how
the state is doing financially within the past decade compare to other
decades.)
Furthermore; I
do wonder why the G.O.P. continues to repeal (“Obama Care” = “Romney Care”)
simply because the G.O.P. hasn’t got any better ideas and proposals for
National health care or a health care bill to present to the Senate and the
House.
Republican
congress simply repeals (“Obama Care” = “Romney Care”) because it’s something
to do as idealistic obstructionist (how boring indeed) to the democratic
process and it slows down progress like a child with a temper tantrum who
throws himself on the floor and disgraces an entire community because he
doesn’t get what he wants so he rebels to rebel for the sake of it at the cost
of his pride, ego and humanity. Please.
I do wonder
why (“Obama Care” = “Romney Care”) is made mandatory as a federal law to all
Citizens and Civilians who can barely afford an apple a day.
Why must
government legally enforce a public
health care service law that’s needed
for the betterment of its People?
Health care
requires an overhaul in structure.
The bottom
line is that Americans are ‘poor,’ suffering in ‘poverty,’ ‘broke,’ ‘starving,’
without jobs that got outsourced thirteen years ago, Americans lost their homes
to the lending institutions (the banks,) in a government bailout, (50-million)
Americans go without health care or food and the number one reason for
homelessness in America is the cause of insurmountable medical bills in the
form of debt that, which, breaks our People and takes away their hope to be
able to survive a broken leg, a reoccurring illness, death or a public college
education without going to “debtors’ prison” a.k.a. (also known as) “homeless
in America.”
The wellness of our Nation is
compromised because Americans aren’t well informed and overly entertained as an
overall Nation so that we don’t have to feel the numbing-cold-pain of political
disaster, economical destruction and mean-spirited public policies to spy upon
the good American Citizens and Civilians struggling to make it by in this
“Middle Income Earning” world.
Why spy upon
the Americans with fake / made-up laws (“Patriot Act”) that aren’t even public
disclosure?
What is this?
A mirage?
A game to
kill the poorest Americans slowly through slow economical torture and
oppression? Why take out the orchid of success; the “middle class”?
(I can’t watch. I
can’t stomach it. It’s too insane and cruel a game. The point to healthy
political competition is to aid, care and abide by the masses, not to kill them
and take away everything they work so hard to achieve, attain and provide for
their families through hard labor (through any type of decent and legal work.)
The
median-average for American (“middle class”) “Middle-Income-Earners” and families of four meagerly gets-by on
twenty-eight-thousand dollars (28,000) per
annual income of an entire fiscal calendar year.
Our
government and congress starves our people by taking away from The People’s
Budget (Entitlement Cuts) such as public early childhood education, food
subsidy programs and educational grants in
the better interest of banks, corporations and (under the table) private
government military contracts. (Pity.)
Hypothetically;
if I needed a health care provider and could not afford one; (which in the
decade of my twenties I couldn’t afford health care therefore I simply went without
it and it was almost to my demise.)
If
I could not afford a health care provider today then I would like the option to
shop around for any health care provider that the government could afford
(hypothetically) for me as a Citizen and Civilian.
I don’t
understand why as single individuals we wouldn’t have the option to upgrade,
downgrade or “Super Size” our health care providers.
I mean we do
it every day with open consumer markets.
Why can’t
individuals be granted XY and Z health care options as single Individual payers
than be legally forced to follow some governmental mandate?
So, if The
People can’t afford government health care then do they, too, go to “debtors’
prison”?
I mean is the
government now in the business of policing health care insurance provider debt
or is the consumer in charge of their own
destiny?
Personally,
in my “dream world” the government would scale back on military industrial
complex budgetary funds (since our Veterans aren’t even financially taken care
of when they return from war) and sink some of that money into health care and
provide health care financial vouchers for all children that are in need of it
in America without any questions asked (and
by all children I mean until young men are done with their brain development
at the age of thirty-four which is factually proven to be so in brain studies.)
(I understand that-that notion isn’t too
far fetch for many. It can be done. No, I don’t live in a socialist bubble.
I live in reality.)
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[“ ‘Everybody’s a criminal in America.
Everybody.’”
In other words:
Yes,
especially any President sitting in the Oval Office
or any
members of congress].
The People require the following:
The American People require
resources such as excellent free public education (all the way from early
childhood education through college undergraduate studies,) excellent and
caring free public health care providers, safe and thriving neighborhoods,
public organic and vegan food education and botany curriculums across the
country, less police profiling and frisking of our Americans, a memorandum (The
People’s Vote) on police placing public cameras on any street they wish only
because they’re cops (which to the crime experts cameras aren’t any more
effective than any other methods of solving crimes), entitlement programs, food
subsidy programs, “WIC,” “Meals on Wheels,” eligibility for food stamps to
ex-cons and their families.
We need effective gun laws
and secure measures so that our Citizens and Civilians aren’t gun down in their
neighborhoods walking home from corner markets after purchasing candy.
We need to have abortion
rights re-institutionalized or the new G.O.P.’s Tea Party branch extremists and
right-winged radicals will end up murdering our American women by sending them
back to 1885.
We need for prisons to stop
being used as corporate enterprises and put people with addictions to service
work for those with misdemeanor drug charges.
We The People either need
for the government or the C.I.A. to stop trafficking heroin into our white
suburban neighborhoods because the number one drug of choice amongst white
13-17 year olds is powdered heroin or make all drugs legal. A fact.
Forget about
teenagers smoking cigarettes which is so bad for lung function but now our
teenagers are high-functioning heroin addicts.
Our teenagers
don’t like smoking cigarettes but they sure love to snort that heroin, courtesy
of the 1970’s C.I.A. and today’s opium trade is straight from the Taliban which
is the only reason why America went off to war and still continues in this
opium war that doesn’t even take care of its returning wounded and injured
Veterans.
I can only
imagine that the heroin and poppy trade makes billions of dollars per year so
why leave our Veterans homeless to starve and die alone upon our American
streets hence they return from this gory decade long war?
We The People
understand very well what’s going on.
We The People
require for marijuana to stop being demonized through our legal system when
heroin and prescription drugs are the new big hype in America since no one
wants to die from lung cancer any longer.
Wow, how did America go from
pushing smoke tobacco in the 1930’s (as a huge taboo) to heroin becoming the
new cool taboo?
I just don’t get it. (Rhetorical.)
Why heroin as a drug of
choice for suburban white teens?
Because no one can smell
heroin on a teenager’s clothes, skin, breath or hair?
(If I were a teenager today
and my peers were all snorting heroin Monday through Friday (oh, wait they
were) I would still choose smoking sacred Native American 100% organic tobacco
over snorting powdered heroin in which some criminal chemist mixes a concoction
and hopes for the best.)
A pack of American Spirits
100% organic tobacco is now about $9.00 a pack but a ‘stamp’ of heroin is just
$5.00. What gives?
Imagine all of the schools,
hospitals, roads and bridges that could be built with that heroin, meth, and
opium and cocaine tax?
America would be a rich country forever.
America
wouldn’t know what to do with the surplus of our profits. We’d have to make
donations to the global economy from our profit surplus and our regular taxes
could possibly continue to go towards a military industrial complex that allows
for its Citizens and Civilians as well as Veterans to starve for one full
decade. Wonderful. (Sincerely
pitiful.)
Both tobacco
and marijuana are medicinal plants but as far as criminal chemists in labs
mixing heroin and meth for the C.I.A. Yikes! You’ve got me scared of all those
teenagers driving on the road high as kites on heroin. What the…
Yes, the
government makes criminals out of our
Citizens and Civilians however ultimately the C.I.A. sells the heroin to our
American white suburban teenagers who are the only youth with any real money to
spend on heroin now days while everybody else struggles on to get fresh
produce.
Addiction in
America is key to the survival of this impoverished struggle.
We The People require for
adult prostitution to become legalized so that our foster home runaway minors
don’t sell their bodies for food to their pimps in exchange for congressmen
performing defunct policies in the form of statutory rape.
We The People require for
all drugs to become legal in America since fifty percent (50%) of all Americans
are on some form of strong and crazy enhanced prescription drugs passed out
like candy by “Big Pharma” that pushes their pimp doctors to get their patients
addicted to the stuff.
Nothing much
changes or is held sacred when it comes to greed making a profit.
[“ ‘Everybody’s a criminal in America.
Everybody.’”
In other words:
Yes,
especially any President sitting in the Oval Office
or any
members of congress].
We The People
demand for social justice for all because we can’t go on like this any longer
or the culture will implode and perish.
What part of that doesn’t our congressional
government understand?
The American
People require resources and their Civil Liberties and Constitutional Rights
back. Please. Thank you.
Sincerely;
Gabriel
{Now I have real “writer’s block.”}
Yes,
grammatical corrections were made.
I cleaned up
the commas and awkward language.
How frustrating
to write in a foreign language (and English at that) everyday; it’s like going
on a nightmare date each day. Ah!
Not
understanding the rules to commas is like having my shoelaces untied and
tripping over my own laces on a daily basis. I need to find either an expert or
a master who can really get me to
comprehend commas for ESL adults. It’s ridiculous.
*) Writing’s
blue collar intellectual manual labor mixed-in with crème de le crème of the
arts because writing came to America with the Pioneers who toiled this Land
however writing was here long before the Pharaohs.
Writing’s what bridges Kings and common men
together and poetry is what creates equal unity, for beauty belongs to all.
July 30, 2013
"We have
an obligation and a responsibility to be investing in our students and our
schools. We must make sure that people who have the grades, the desire and the
will, but not the money, can still get the best education possible." - Barack Obama
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Transcend: (to pass over, to surpass, to outstrip, to
rise above)
He was urged
by his advisor to transcend the recent unpleasantness.
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Part III
The President of the United States of
America
Sincerely;
Gabriel
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Analytics for the blog 2013
Side Note: Okay; so forget anything I said about
any of the analytic figures and numbers; I obviously
haven’t taken the time to study the numbers and I know that I should. (So here
we go.) (Mathematics is as beautiful as
life gets; its romance, love and very little melodrama as possible. It’s
concrete, factual and interpretive.)
I’m
positively one-hundred percent wrong about interpreting the overall analytic
figures. (The greatest aspect about
mathematics is that one can always trace one’s steps and work-out a conclusive
solution to any mathematical objectives to continue forward.)
Okay: (I’m breathing through these numbers.) Here goes nothing.
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Analytic Figures: (going
into the first-half of the third-quarter in the year.) (In other words it’s the
seventh month of the year and it’s the second-to-the-last day in July 2013.)
Analytic figures: Blog Only: (“under-balled” and rounded-out numbers to
the nearest one-hundred / (100).)
Yes, those commas are in the correct
placement:
July 30th,
2013: (667,000) / (Blog Readership) / (five months to go in the year)
May 1st,
2012: (133,000) / (Blog Readership)
May 1st,
2011: (50,000) / (Blog Readership)
May 1st,
2010: (63,000) / (Blog Readership)
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*) Yes, since (2011-2013) the blog
readership has exponentially expanded by thirteen-point-thirty-four
times (13.34x’s) its original
readership.
*) Yes, the (2013) blog readership did in
fact expand five-times (5x’s)
its original figure within one calendar year / (12-months) since last May 2012.
*) Yes, the (2012) blog readership did in
fact expand two-point-six times
(2.6x’s) the rate from that of the previous year since May 2011.
*) Yes, I “low-balled” the readership-blog
figures by eighty-three thousand (83,000) “units” (not my words…) from
2012-2013, so as not to disappoint myself and it worked…
…In other words I kept the only figure I
could bring myself to look at (a rounded number to the nearest tens of
thousands) 50,000 from 2011’s annual figures.
…In my mind I kept running the same
figures as those of the year 2011 (fifty-thousand / 50,000 Readership) so as to
play “mind-tricks” with myself to ease myself into as much Readership as we now
have (667,000 / six-hundred-and-sixty-seven-thousand rounded to the nearest
hundred and that’s still a lesser figure than what’s on the analytics) July
2013.) (Oh, my! What the…)
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*) Yes, (2013) thirty-five percent (35%) of
views is the blog.
*) Yes, (2013) twenty-five percent (25%) of
views is the portraits.
*) Yes, (2013) twenty percent (20%) of
views is the index.
*) Yes, (2013) twenty percent (20%) of
views is the podcast.
Thank you.
I don’t know what to say…
Nothing, I guess.
July 29, 2013
Silence.
Studying.
July 26, 2013
"If the
people cannot trust their government to do the job for which it exists - to
protect them and to promote their common welfare - all else is lost." - Barack Obama
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Tenuous: (thin, slender, flimsy)
Tenuous shreds of a spider’s web are used in some
instruments.
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Part II
The President of the United States of
America
What
more is there to be said about the President of the “Free World” and the First
Family?
Nothing.
Absolutely,
nothing. (What a tremendous undertaking and work for the service of our Nation
as public servants.)
We The People
thank the First Family.
Where to begin writing about the President of
the United States of America?
I have no
idea what to write not because I don’t
have plenty to write rather because so much happens in a short span of
time. Decisions are made and there’re consequences for everything. One decides how to proceed with public policy and
national health.
I’d like to think that the man sitting in the Oval Office does in fact make sincere and difficult
decisions and offers alternative options at every turn possible.
I can only expect that such a man would stop from time-to-time
and ask himself; “Am I doing the right
thing here?” (Pause, Contemplate, Analyze, Objectives and Outcomes,
Complexities.)
What do I
think of Mr. President Barack Obama?
I thought
that Mr. President Barack Obama was going to be a Liberator for The People and
he still may.
The American
People require a liberator who will defend their Civil Liberties and their
Constitutional Rights for all time.
The facts are these: the American People were “duped” into a made-up
war in Iraq just one short decade ago when there weren’t any weapons of mass destruction (to begin
with) and the Bush / Cheney Administration went along with such a scam because
they made-up the lie in the first place to bargain and trade under the table
for military complex private contracts funded by the taxpayer. (I got it
right.) (America’s still at war in Afghanistan as I write this today:
7/26/2013.)
Is public office no longer a position of
class or distinction? Please.
(Tell me that
it’s so.)
When Mr.
President Barack Obama took office in 2008 he swore an oath to this Nation.
Once our
first (black) President took office it was a day of historical joy.
History was
made.
We were here.
We lived to
witness such an occurrence and event for the first time in history. The Occasion took my breath away. (I never thought that in my lifetime there
would be a “fellow of color” in the Oval Office and I like it.) [How archaic that sounds: …a “fellow of color.”]
You can’t possibly
understand the cultural connotation, significance and subtle nuance of that
phrase if you have no idea about the history of this Nation or any other Nation
for that matter.
The histories
of Nations are most often a bloody and difficult one.
War is
inevitable and unjustified each and every time.
When I think
about the “Battle of Gettysburg” (July 1-3, 1863, Pennsylvania) I think about
our friend in her eighties and how when she was sixteen, she and her
Grandfather took a train to look at the site in which he, himself, fought. Oh my!
History isn’t
as far away as you’d like to think it is.
What’s time? Excellent question.
What’s writing indeed?
I
mean to say that I hate to admit the following: I’ve been taught through war stratagem that
war is all about the bottom line,
and, once, any Nation enters into war with another Sovereignty Nation then the
goal is for Heads of States to
conduct business in the exchange for resources (and some enterprises do in fact make profit) (in the
billions) such as the import of opium and heroin into the U.S.A., that, which began in the 1970’s and still
today supports the C.I.A.’s secret special projects kept classified and
executed “on the taxpayer’s pickle.” Classy.
(Since that’s the
way it is; I don’t like it one bit
because American children all across
the country starve. I’m not sure how to dumb it down further for the sake of
any future reader without causing insult.)
(These aren’t my personal theories, these
are bits of conversation that some of the public talks about in discussion when
speaking about the subject matter about the “war on drugs” (whatever that means.) (It’s rhetorical.
I’m being factitious.)
I think about the American congress and I’m informed that indeed almost
“everyone” are buddies with each other no matter how much they pretend to hate
each other for the media; so does that
mean that for those Senators that implement bigoted laws for the better
interest of corporations over the rule and the law of The People; does that mean that congress is one big
charade? Oh, no.
I feel like
I’m in one of the many “Oz” books. Oh, down the rabbit hole we go. Bummer. I
expected so much more from public office.
Any public
official that has any strike against his legal and moral duties must resign
from public office because to not resign is to make a mockery of public office.
Part III on
Tuesday.
Best Regards;
Gabriel
[{Side Note: Disclaimer: About the vocabulary words: (Each day, I draw (petite) vocabulary
note cards from a box that contains hundreds of words, if, not, then, thousands of words and without ever looking to see
what the vocabulary word will be for that
day I like to consider one single word each day; any word will do so long as I learn something new about words.)
No, I don’t
look ahead to the next day’s word.
Each new
day’s word is about the “element of surprise” to consider and think about any
particular word chosen, that exercise keeps me alive to ponder the meaning of
life.
What does
anything really mean? (I don’t know.)
{I know you understood that.
I get it that
people are way smarter than I am.
Anyone may
make a great writer someday.}
Writing is
pure science and mathematics spoken through the definitions of sounds,
syllables, breaths and vibrations. Ha!
Life sure is
intricately woven with one single mistake to signify its beauty in its
entirety.
Oh, how I adore the complete works of Mr.
Albert Einstein’s theories however I
don’t agree with some of his theories about the subject matter of physics.
Common sense
is the language of physics.
Can time be bent? Sure, why not? Can time go
sideways; up and down like an elevator? Sure, why not? Can time be relative to
cultural pace? Sure, why not? Can time? What? Anything.
Time can
represent anything and that’s a lesson on the semiotics of linguistics for the
purpose of conveyed language.
To write well is
to be a scientist about the mechanics, physics, and theories of our Era in
which we think and conduct civilized methods of production, manufacturing, industry,
and trade, research and innovation.
We don’t forget our responsibilities as
workers in the world because
indeed writing is more difficult than digging ditches, harder than shoveling
snow, that’s for certain.
Writing is
hard work but not boring to say the least.
Writing’s blue collar intellectual manual
labor mixed-in with crème de le crème of the arts because writing came to
America with the Pioneers who toiled this Land however writing was here long
before the Pharaohs.
Writing’s what bridges Kings and common men
together and poetry is what creates equal unity, for beauty belongs to all.
Writing’s
mathematics and science combined with living breath, holy cow!
There it is right in front of you.
Innovation is
the key to unlocking the future.
Research is
the key to discovery.
Words are a
mystery to be solved.
I love the
stories about words and how they came to be.
How beautiful
indeed.
“What’s
time?” You asked.
“What’s
writing?” I answered.
Okay; I’ve stalled
enough…}]
July 25, 2013
"Focusing
your life solely on making a buck shows a certain poverty of ambition. It asks
too little of yourself. Because it's only when you hitch your wagon to
something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential." - Barack Obama
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Emaciated: (very thin, wasted away)
His emaciated
body presented a pitiful picture.
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Part I
The President of the United States of
America
What do I
think of President Barack Obama?
Normally, I don’t.
However to
answer that question:
(I’ll
dedicate an hour of thought to the topic.)
Personally,
neither do I know the President, nor have we ever been properly introduced,
met, spoken nor do we go out of each other’s way in doing so.
The president
of the “Free World” (the President of the United States of America) and I are
strangers to one another. Moving on.
Please.
Side Notes:
*) Personally I think that the extremist Right Wing “Tea Party” branch of the Republican
Party (not Centrist nor Moderate Republicans, per say) in Congress; are they not only politically-bias and
policy-prejudiced to our first “African American” (black) President Mr. Barack
Obama, but also either simply rude, and, without manners, or racist.
Side
Bar: When some members of congress are racist and introduce racist bills to
pass the Senate floor with lobbyist support groups then prejudiced laws are
implemented against public interest and public policy; because then a minority
philosophical tyrant rules the majority vote without any consideration for the
high-quality standard-of-life for all
Citizens and Civilians who earn-an-honest-living
for their bread and butter who can
barely cover those meager costs as-it-is,
here, in America; today; now.
What a
travesty.
[A real
tragedy and a shame that only the
Masters could write until the end of their days here on Earth about this
specific one subject matter and most likely Historians will write this very
truth about what happened to America from 9/11/2001-9/11/2013. (No, I shan’t be
writing about 9/11.) America’s still in
the line of duty, in active combat
and war as I write this on: 7/25/13.]
*) I
think I know that the President was born upon United States soil; Hawaii. A
male infant born to a (white) American Mother and a Kenyan Father. Lovely. (If
I get this information terribly wrong; someone will most likely correct me and then I’ll make corrections.) Thank you.
*) I
don’t know the President’s religion nor do I care to know about it for that
matter because that’s rather personal information about any one given
individual of the world as to whom and / or which God(s) they worship and bow
down to.
::: (In
other words I can live without knowing as to which God(s) and in what manner
does the President worship,) (although I do think children and adults, alike,
would be interested to know and highly respectful of the President’s quite
personal choice in religion but I could be totally wrong about that.)
[I’d approach it more like one of Walt’s
introductions to his Sunday night one-hour programming network specials.]
(Gosh, how I love those old stock footage reels. I feel so close to Walt when I
watch his reels and I can see him speak. It makes me believe in the true and
talented greatness of humanity.) I
regress. Anyway.
*) If I were to guess the President’s religion?
(I wouldn’t want to.)
Yes, I would
guess that the President is a Muslim brother however I have absolutely no
founding evidence for which to back up my statement. (Watch. He’s probably a Mormon and then that’ll really challenge me
not to write anything about it. Ha! Sorry,
back to being quite serious about the entire matter at hand.)
*) I know
that the President is married to the lovely First Lady, Mrs. Obama and both
joined in a Civil Union have two young minor First Daughters and there’s also a
First Dog at the White House which is so cool.
*) As
Americans; We The People believe in the First Family.
The First
Family; our elected representatives; who as civil servants do their best each
and every single day to be human and to live to the best of their abilities as
the rest of the country carries on and runs the country in all forms and shapes
of industry, trade, free enterprise for the purpose to pass the future forward to the following generations who’ll
vote-on and implement healthy and friendly public policies.
*) The world
has changed a lot in just the first decade of the twenty-first century.
Can you believe it?
It’s the
twenty-first century and America crumbles; our bridges, roads and buildings
break down right before our very own eyes and we all keep calm, cool and
collected and carry on as if nothing’s the matter because we just can’t believe
that this is happening to America the
beautiful and indeed she is. (Have
you ever seen a bridge collapse? It took my breath away. We stood and I
froze at the sight not able to move forward at all on that day. My feet went
missing, stuck and frozen to the ground. All time stopped and held its breath.)
What a true,
real and honest opera about two loves cut in half. I’d love to watch that
storyline unfold.
America the beautiful requires care of Her Land, Her People and
Her Future while greed requires more profit for its collection without a care
in the world for aesthetic-quality, sophisticated-class, pace-and-speed, and
environmental moral responsibilities. How uncouth greed is.
I regress
once more.
*) All I know
is that “fracking” kills the Earth, which in turn becomes a cracked and plate
tectonics game in which the outcome becomes death and contamination to
everything around. The End.
(Please,
don’t ever insult my e-cigarettes / (vaporized 100% organic tobacco.) Thank
you.
If one
believes in fracking then we have absolutely nothing to say to one another
because we both already know the outcome to such a devastating choice just as
we also know all about GMO’s (genetically modified foods) such as that of
Monsanto’s genetic program to change the genetic makeup in corn and all crops.
(Pity.)
Our children
can’t stomach such foods much less adults and animals. (Please put a stop to
this “guinea pig” project. It endangers our communities, our Elders and
Children in the same way that dairy and soy products do.)
*) What else do I think?
I almost
don’t want to say however I’ll continue tomorrow.
My hour and a
half is up.
Cheers!
Peace.
Best Regards;
Sincerely;
Gabriel
Now I really
don’t know what to write.
What can I possibly write that’s of any
importance?
July 24, 2013
"Fool!
Don't you see now that I could have poisoned you a hundred times had I been
able to live without you." -
Cleopatra
"My honour was
not yielded, but conquered merely."
- Cleopatra
"I will
not be triumphed over." - Cleopatra
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Tenure: (act of holding, period in which anything
is had)
They were
more concerned with the tenure of their positions than with wages.
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Hello…
What’s boring
to me?
Violence is
boring to me.
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About
writing; what more is there to say?
Nothing.
Okay, let’s
say that writing is boring, per say… What does that mean?
Does boring mean that almost every other time
one picks up a writing tool to write then writing automatically turns into something boring because one doesn’t want to connect the dots to reason and logic?
Please.
(How much fun
can you have with conveying precisely what one intends to express as well as
possible?) It’s considered… How beautiful language is in all forms, dialects,
and accents. I’m astounded and struck by its beauty and ugliness, both.
Writing isn’t
a “tricky” discipline like a Hyena does in nature to survive. Nope.
No, language
isn’t “inherent of itself.” No, of
course not. Whatever that may mean?
Language doesn’t
have natural behavior and instincts like any other organisms.
Yes, language
is the refinement of any civilizations.
Without
language; humanity becomes wild creatures; smart but deadly and silent yet
capable of destruction and Champions of survival like any pack animal does.
Without
written language; we seize to exit.
We Perish.
When refined
civilizations crumble and fall over then tyrannical empires seize to exit and hopefully future
civilizations can learn from their predecessors who came and went in their time
and era of existence. (Not one single day goes by that I don’t think about the
Egyptian Civilization as within the recent rediscovery and telling of its
history as-within-the past 10,500
years to the “Sphinx of Giza” and the “Pyramids of Giza.” Archeologists haven’t
even begun to unearth the layers, tunnels and the overall layout of that site.)
One can write
anything one desires about any topic and / or subject matter (anytime on recycled paper, preferably, however,)
one must be able to support one’s written opinions with the following: facts,
numbers and general examples (not made about any given specific individuals, by
name, only in gesture and in general
unless a public figure.) Period.
Writing is
one of the most refined of disciplines because it’s one of the highest forms of
mathematics. (There, I spelled it out for you.)
If that was too abstract for a basic concept
to follow then a basic
writing class will do to go-on-to understand the more complex philosophies,
semiotics and methods as to why and how people write for purpose and structure
in the art of linguistics.
Language is
love vs. hate; hate vs. love. How frustrating to understand.
I’m a
romantic.
I do believe
that love wins each and every single time until the end of…
No, I don’t
write because I think that I’m the best writer in the world.
No,
absolutely not.
I write
because writing makes sense.
I write
because I know what love is.
I write
because I respect.
Even though I may become timid when I write; I still want to be able to convey my
intentions as clearly as possible even when others scold me for being ever so forward (in what my
needs are and how to fulfill them) if
any matter that requires for there to be a discussion between adults (because
one aspect to being responsible adults is the deep understanding in how “to
bear a brunt” and at times “carry a
burden” in coming face-to-face with the reality that people all over the world
die gruesome and horrible deaths every single second of the day) and as
community members we can only hope to find answers from experts in their
fields.
Answers about
life and death because our global young and vital community members die each
and every single day due to silly diseases. Malaria? Really? Polio? Really? (No,
please, no. Don’t break our hearts.)
(I’m only being poetic, here, nothing
more and nothing less.)
People know
when it comes to matters of life and death and that’s why adults are granted…
Well,
gentlemen… what can I say? Nothing.
(It’s the year 2013.)
When I don’t know what to say then I go speechless for long bouts of
silence because I refuse to believe that people don’t make any sense to their
debates, arguments and discussions. Please. Now,
that’s boring. (People who don’t make sense are either crazy or boring to
me and that’s that.)
When I’m left
speechless the only way I know how to constructively react to any situation and
express myself in, which, life, became, either, too, difficult to communicate,
abrupt or violent then all I can do is write. What more is there to be said? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
If I don’t
write about what I’m thinking about
then most likely I won’t utter a single word to anyone ever again about a
particular circumstance; I’ll take it to
the grave with me, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t have opinions about
those topics that I keep silent about. It’s just that my rebuttals come in the
form of literary curveballs to test intelligence.
How intelligent anybody really is; is by the way they operate linguistics within
its simplistic forms and difficult apparatus to form conveyed language to best
inform and represent that which....
The great
aspect about writing is that the writer gets to be understood even if the
reader thinks the writer a fool, an idiot or an inconvenience. Oh, well. (To
write is to be closer to the Gods.)
(Yes, I’m an
Atheist by intellect.)
(Yes, I pray
because of cultural rituals to the three-hundred some Mayan Gods.)
(Yes, I pray
each and every single day I kneel down and kiss the Earth.)
(Yes, I’m
humbled each and every single day of my life.)
Many types of
intelligences are tested with different behavioral forms and psychological
methods but the hardest one to swallow are those tests done by one’s equals. If
one isn’t prepared to communicate then one isn’t prepared to communicate. Life sure is stranger than fiction. A
curveball in communication can either hurt or leave a welt, or, one can take to
the plate and swing a…
[I’m going to
love fiction writing. I’ll be able to say all those things I never get to say
in real life that I probably ought to say to others but I freeze. My Father
tells me to speak my truth and not to care what anybody thinks of me. He’s so
proud of my work and that’s all that really matters to me. Really. My Father
has been a great parent, adult-friend and mentor. I’m one of the lucky ones to
have a Father who not only loves his children but also listens to them and
helps reason out logic especially with difficulties in general
misunderstandings in miscommunication.]
The gift of
writing is one from the Gods to humanity so that we may compose something of
significance in all matters…even if the writer were to spare the embarrassment
of the reader in possibly having to spell
everything out for the other.
Writer’s most
often than not don’t get around to writing about most aspects of their deepest
sentiments because then the audience appreciators would want to melt like a
puddle of water at their embarrassment due to ignorance. Ouch!
My hour’s up.
Cheers;
Gabriel
July 23, 2013
“When you are
courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot
cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.” - Albert Einstein
"Insanity:
doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." - Albert Einstein
Hello…
CONT.
…About how
I’m the worse (correction) writer between my equals and peers…they write so
beautifully and fluid. I can understand their writing styles. I can respect
that…
I love
writing however…
Nothing.
I was and
probably still am the worse writer in
any Writer’s Workshops that I’ve ever held the honor to participate. Now, as
far as my demeanor (I’m always eager to learn even though I may sit at the back
of a room, silent and run as soon as session’s over. I run for the beach, the
woods or the mountains.)
[{Writing’s highly prestigious as an artistic
and functional discipline and because of that reason, alone, writers come to the
table peacefully and kindly yet ready to tear at one’s literary imperfections
and to make severe corrections no matter how brutal or difficult the
constructive criticism may be for another to bear and hear about their work.
Writer’s Workshops are indeed cutthroat and
what I loved most about my equals is that not once did anyone cry in any of
those Workshops. We understood very well that we were there to build literary
muscle and to go on to fascinating, intelligent and successful work for life.
It was my peers who cried but not my equals
and I could run with them because they were strong enough to hear the worse of
the worse about their writing year-after-year, we took it…}] Writing Workshops are like workouts at the
gym and having an opponent to spar, or box, and practice with.
On the
feedback that I received from my equals (week after week,) they wrote with red
pens each and every single time they’d make a correction; they would note; that my sentence structure is
horrendous. True, but my writing is also logical,
(if I can type as fast as I can think.) I trip over my own fingers like running
and not being able to catch one’s footing or continuously tripping over your
own two feet but you keep catching yourself just before you fall, and you keep
tripping but you don’t fall over because you catch yourself before you go down,
and spread-eagle across the road… (Reasoning
skills are the essence of logistical matters. If you will.)
(The above
paragraph is intended to be written and spaced-out exactly as one sees it.
Thank you.)
I’ve received
feedback that my comma, and quotation, and parenthesis placement is all wrong
and to learn rules to grammar.
I’ve read feedback that was most humbling: After marking up every single line,
paragraph and page for twenty some pages, at the very bottom of the last page
it read: “Keep Trying!” with a smiley face. Ouch! Shall I sit or do a trick for you? No, please, no. Ha!
No, I’ve
never, not once cried about any literary feedback in constructive criticism.
I was there
to learn to become a master and so were my equals and that was our sole purpose
in learning to become better thinkers about writing. Period.
For thirteen
years every single piece of constructive criticism I ever got was papers marked
in red. Everything was marked in red. It was like a little puzzle and mystery
looking up each and every rule year after year and never quite understanding
its fundamental structure. If only I can understand the structure to commas,
and quotations, and parenthesis but heck if I know.
In my daily
life as an adult I look up grammatical rules each day and some words I may look
up twenty times to understand the root of the word, it’s complexity and the
usage of the word.
For me: knowing how
to use English words is a mystery.
I have to
make heads or tails of who knows what?
Anybody’s talking about when talking about commas and quotations.
My eyes glaze
over and I go to dreamland. I daydream about…anything. What. All I hear in my
mind’s ear is Charlie Brown’s teacher. Whah whah, whah, whah…
It’s not boring; nothing
ever is to me; it’s just that I can’t seem to translate the rules to
commas, and quotations, and parenthesis, and that’s how lazy I can get. (What’s
boring to me? Violence.)
I have yet
(in some twenty-five years) to really understand and comprehend the rules to
commas, and quotations, and parenthesis, and once I do, watch me, take off with
the writing. I’ve yet to earn my pilot’s wings.
Now, I spend
too much of my writing and editing time figuring out if the placement of a
comma is correct or not… It’s not a waste of time but not comprehending the
rules to grammar is like running in mud; its slow going when I have so much to
write about and not enough time to write it in… alas. My hour is up. Cheers!
Sincerely;
Gabriel
Monday, July 22, 2013
“Learn from
yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to
stop questioning.” - Albert Einstein
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Stringent: (strict, rigid, tight, convincing)
Because of
the abuses that have crept in stringent regulations were made.
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Hello…
CONT.
…About how
I’m the worse (correction; English is such a frustrating language) writer
between my equals and peers…they write so beautifully and fluid. I can
understand their writing styles. I can respect that…
I love
writing however…
Sincerely,
Gabriel
*)
Unbelievable the “Green Tea Party” Coalition of the “Tea Party” branch and
the “Grand Old Party” also known as the Republican Party or the Right Wing…who believe
in free market and enterprise for distribution, marketing and purchase of solar
panels across the Southern Unites States of America for the purpose of breaking
down monopolies and to create an open market with free enterprise in advancing
energy, technologies and resources.
Why does the government uphold to corporate
monopolies?
*) Note:
Long live the
Queen!
Long live the
Queen, Her Majesty!
Hip! Hip!
Hooray!
Hip! Hip!
Hooray!
Hip! Hip!
Hooray!
Oh, how
excited the Brits must be with the anticipation of a new Royal blood. How remarkable indeed! Wow, new life into this
world! New life!
Cheers! We
raise our glasses in honor of the Royal Family and to all of England; and to
their health. Cheers to all!
To our beloved
Brits! We raise our glass in a moment of silence as we think about all of those who’ve come before us;
The Welsh and the Irish. Cheers! To your
histories.
*) Gosh the
world sure is amazing. I’ve been hearing about these wildfires for about two
months? Is that right? I’d have to
look it up: how many months our firefighters fight wildfires across America in
2013? Our prayers are with you now. We
leave it up to the Gods. May the Gods be with us.
*) Yes, the
heat wave was unbearable this past week and America has lost Elders in this
heat wave of July 2013. I can only hope that American villages will care enough
about their familial elders and communities to check-in with them even for
fifteen minutes at a time. (Respect our Elders and don’t ever take anything
from any Elder’s home without their permission.) Thank you.
What a
tremendous loss across the South. Our
prayers are with you now. We leave it up to the Gods. May the Gods be with us.
“The Great American Die-off”. It shan’t go
unforgotten in the history books from what I hear in conversations amongst many
people’s across the South that we’ve lost our Elders as we also do our children
to extreme heat in some of the urban and rural shantytowns across America. May
your God almighty be with you now. We leave it up to your God. We live it up to
all of the Gods across the Universes. Amen.
*) Yes, do forgive my ignorance; I’m sorry that I’m “ ‘…a ‘shitty’ dog
owner.’”
As of summer 2012
Minnesota legislature passed a law into effect that states a statute in which;
no pet owner may ever leave their
dogs unattended in a car; not ever… not ever… not ever.
Are we all on the same footing?
So that means that anytime anyone sees an unattended dog
in a car then one may call 9-1-1. Okay.
This ought to
turn into a fun little game.
Every time?
What a waste
of time for the police force and how extremely annoying if the dogs are just
fine and healthy. Let the games begin… Peace.
Yes, for the
first time, ever, two-weeks ago, today, exactly we just got our first dog.
I promise to never
leave my dog unattended in the car ever again for as long as he lives, but every single time that there’s other dogs
unattended in a car by any civilian or citizens; then may the cops be
continuously called upon by as many people at a time as possible who are a
witness to such an event. Thank you. That ought to be fun.
Why is it
that American people are way nicer to dogs than they are about caring for
Minnesota’s children who are victims of incest and to many of our starving
newborns, infants, children and youth, here, today, this very minute.
Oh, how the
laws, policy-makers and the public have a warped sense of duty, respect and
righteous indignation about their weird priorities.
My Father
told me to be careful of the crazy Americans because they take, the caring and
responsibility for their pets far more seriously than they do in-the-caring for
their children. Pity.
I, too, have a dream that when our Minnesota perverts stop
selling our children and minors in the sex-trade, the government (congress)
stops starving our children and take away food stamps from their parents and
food programs due to entitlement cuts then we can become silly about spoiling
our pets.
Remember most
animals survive nature better than humans can.
Humans are
quite pathetic when it comes to surviving extreme heat or cold while dogs can
out-survive humans and feed upon us.
If you died
in your home and no one noticed for a few days, most likely your dog would eat
your corpse. Think about it. Wild is wild. Please don’t be so insulting to
humans. I’ve met, spoken and gotten to know minors who live under bridges all
year round in extreme heat and cold without much drinking water or food. Could
you imagine surviving that year after year due to homelessness. Please. I’m
disgusted right about now.
What the hell
is wrong with America? (Don’t answer that to me.)
Incest and
starvation of our children is overlooked while leaving a dog in a car for four
minutes almost calls for Americans to come close to blows. Fucked up
priorities. Shame. What a fucked up little country.
What a
country, indeed.
What a bunch
of political inbreeds.
Don’t give me
that look. You know what. You know better… Way better than that. Lazy.
My one hour
of writing is up.
See you
tomorrow…
Saturday, July 20, 2013
“Any man who
can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention
it deserves.” - Albert Einstein
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Stupor: (daze, intellectual or moral dullness or
lack of feeling)
It was a
difficult task to around him from his stupor.
--- ---
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Hello…
July 19, 2013
"Insanity:
doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." - Albert Einstein
--- ---
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Subservient: (in inferior capacity, slavish)
Subservient obedience is demanded by the tyrant.
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Happy Friday!
Aloha!
We’ve got
house guests from Missouri.
We played
like kids!
Peace.
P.S. Our
pooch is now an official and licensed Robbinsdale, Minnesota resident.
July 18, 2013
“A man who
wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd.” - Max Lucado
“Be careful
the environment you choose for it will shape you; be careful the friends you
choose for you will become like them.” -
W. Clement Stone
“A leader is
best when people barely know he exists, when his work is done, his aim
fulfilled, they will say: we did it ourselves.” - Lao Tzu
“Management
is doing things right; leadership is doing the right things.” - Peter Drucker
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Impasse: (a predicament affording no escape)
The constant
disagreement caused affairs to reach an impasse.
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Hello…
Yes, as a matter
of fact I was and probably still am
the worse writer of all of my literary equals and peers as in contemporaries, that is; those which; we’ve rubbed
elbows with in some of the most serious and prestigious writing workshops in
the world as people who were chosen to sit at those tables with clean hands,
were expected to genuinely play well with others and brought our A-Game-on, every single time we met. Cheers to that!
I’m as
horrible a writer as I was a long distance runner.
Are you kidding me?
Please don’t
embarrass me with my blunt and rude, forward and direct communication.
There must be
records someplace in which I placed last (as in the last runner) at state for
four consecutive years.
I was the
worse runner on every single team I’ve ever been welcomed to join by the
coaches or administrators without being on the team; and / or at times I was on the team and brought the
overall averages so low that many of the teams would lose their actual
placement in averaging points.
These
athletes granted me that for at least one meet in the season and no, I never
qualified for anything because I was a round little turtle with short legs who
detested running and I continued to show up to practice after practice as I got
lapped ten, thirty…fifty times and loving
each minute of it. Thank you.
Not a single
athlete ever made me feel bad about being a horrible runner on any of their
teams. Lovely.
The athletes
didn’t question the coaches and I didn’t either; I kept up from exercise to
exercise method, form and techniques as best as I could even if they did a
hundred repetitions of different exercises, my goal as always was to get
through at least one set of “repetitions” in one full complete exercise.
The stunning
athletes probably thought I was a “guinea pig” project and left it at that…
Nevertheless when the runt of the litter survives it helps its brothers and
sisters become stronger by simply watching his struggle. Cheers!
The athletes
allowed for me to play and to stay out of their way even though they could’ve
been Champions long ago. People are incredibly kind and real. I could’ve gone
to them at any one point and asked them anything in the world and they would’ve
answered me calmly, directly and with intelligence but I didn’t have a reason
to ever ask anything of them so I didn’t and still won’t for years and years
and years. Although, I’m able to pick up the phone at any time and call any of
my running peers because we’ll have that in common until the day we die.
They were so
kind and I respected every single one of them that I ever met and practiced
season after season, side by side, year after year for fourteen years. I’ll
never forget…such beauty.
As an ESL
student no one ever explained, that,
to me until about a decade later when a friend told me how the scoring
structure is set up for long distance cross country running and qualifications
for elite runners.
Finally all
those years later it was explained to me how the averages were tallied up and I
felt so bad that I had-had no clue that points were added up while I was in my
youth. I felt so dumb, alas. None of that got across in the translation of what
cross country running was or wasn’t. I had no clue until I was about thirty
years old. I thought people ran cross country for the sake of taking in the
sights, but truly they had serious competition going on.
I also had
the great fortune and was asked to participate in spring practices with track
teams even though I was the last runner in everything by a mile, by the longest
shot.
I was
terrible and again no one made fun of me and no one questioned the coaches and
neither did I. I loved every single minute of it. I just did. It was heaven. It
really was. It was like eating ice
cream standing naked in the middle of my kitchen and listening to the ocean
breeze on a killer-hot-deadly summer day.
I, and, I,
alone, held back any team in their overall averaging scores and they were so
good at what they did that they didn’t even break into a sweat for the overall
seasonal team average score because that’s how good they were. Beautiful.
Imagine
bringing down the overall average score from one single meet and still have
these remarkable athletes qualify for nationals. I was moved to the core as I
am with opera and classical music. The beauty of it makes me want to weep tears
of joy for how intelligent human life is.
However and
nevertheless these were indeed Ladies and Gentlemen. They could always run Ivy
League later in graduate school. Ha! How splendid of them. What a great honor.
I was always
treated like a team member by every single runner and no one shamed me about
the fact that I was a rotten athletic runner who did her best and tried her
hardest. I mean I wasn’t even running. To them I was a complete turtle.
I’d warm up
and try to maybe, maybe just, once, keep up with anyone for one, one-hundredth
of a second. No way.
I had to “sike” myself up and work up to that
potential if I could only for one
moment keep up with any runner; even if they had already lapped me twenty
times. You get it.
What an honor
to run amongst so many regal, capable, humble, direct, kind and intelligent
people. I was in social heaven. Working out with elite runners is like swimming
through a ballet of chocolate. And partying with runners is serious drinking
time… The runners can out-drink the football players any day of the week. Hands
down! Those skinny bean-poles can sure drink.
How could I say no to such an invitation?
Almost a
decade and a half has gone by and no matter how much angst or anger I had
trapped inside my chest I followed the lead of my running peers who were
leaders inside and outside of the track and field. I had enough courage to
respect those who were ten times better at something that I was remarkably god
awful at. Goodnight Moon.
I was a
rotten long-distance runner and a mediocre sprinter at that.
I could run
fast but I just didn’t see the reason in doing so.
I can only
run short distances fast… if I had to; once I get going I can run fifty miles or
more, but I better have a good reason for
doing so such as someone is injured and stranded in the woods and it’s all
about a matter of life and death, hell yeah! I’ll run.
I’ll run fifty
miles, at first slow as a turtle and progressively faster until the end when
I’d begin to hear sounds of traffic anywhere in the near distance.
How do I know this about myself?
I’ve never,
not once competed in a triathlon however I know what it’s like to train for a
triathlon and for a fifty mile marathon across the woods. That will test your
will in ways that you don’t understand. At the end you’ll think you’re high and
it’s because your body is high on adrenalin.
Jesus! After
fifty miles you think you can lift a damn car.
More
tomorrow…
Sincerely,
Gabriel
P.S. An hour
and a half of writing’s worth. Cheers!
Corrections
were made: Jane Austen with an “e.” Thank you. Calligraphy with two L’s.
July 16-17, 2013
“A perfection
of means, and confusion of aims, seems to be our main problem.” - Albert Einstein
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Impeccable: (free from fault, blemish, error)
He dressed
with impeccable taste.
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Hello…
Personal Thoughts:
*) Okay. I’m back
on the literary horse once again.
I’ll begin to
write and we’ll see where this horse leads us…hopefully to unpolluted drinking
water…we leave it up the Gods…
…Now, as far as the blog is concerned;
this is a hobby; (independent from my professional work as an executive producer of
multi-media digital content and intellectual property as a part of a larger
case study about cognitive creative thinking patterns, discipline and
artistic cultural perceptions; (life’s observations.) Not to mention that I hold
my own personal set of values, ideas and opinions about any one given subject
matter or topic. Thank you.
I take the
writing hours quite seriously as in so
far as a discipline that requires for me to write as an evolved thinker and
writer because I fell in love with the craft of writing English at the age of
twelve when I wrote my first poem.
I felt
utterly humbled by the gods as my strict academic ESL tutors praised my ability
to create poetry out of foreign written language. (I found out that day that I
was able to string together pearls with words and I liked the metaphorical
necklaces I made.) If you will. Amuse me.
All we did
that hot classroom afternoon was to stand in a semi-line by each other’s sides
and warmly look at one another as my tutors smiled at me and I smiled back and
forth from one to the other. I could barely contain my gratitude for teaching
me proper English. Thank you.
How could I not smile at them?
They were so
beautiful in their silent praise because it put a smile on two hardworking
linguistic disciplinarians who expected nothing but the very best from
the-two-of-us students; a Swede (correction) boy my age who academically
competed against me at all turns, was respectful but couldn’t stand the sight
of me and because there was possibly nothing that could be said to one another;
thus; we studied side by side but didn’t utter a single word to one another for
a year at a time not even at Christmas while our English improved.
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He was the
worst type of intellectual snob I’d ever met and smart as the Dickens.
I think that
my ESL classmate couldn’t stand me because he came to realize that we respected
each other’s intellectual capacities but I was far lazier-minded than he was and
it drove him nuts and it disgusted him when I got the rules to the English
language correct and he didn’t; even if it were to happen only once a year.
Oh, it drove
him nuts and it was fun to tease him a bit with a blank stare that said everything about how he felt about me in
daily competition even if I was only granted the opportunity to mock him just
twice in two years.
I could’ve
been his academic competitor if I would’ve wanted to compete but instead I
drove him harder to his potential because we were both head-to-head and he
wanted nothing to be like me and I wanted nothing to be like him.
I was
lazy-minded and he was an intellectual know-it-all and secretly I admired him
for it but I just couldn’t keep up at his pace because our language skills were
minimal; I would’ve spoken to him about astronomy (correction), farming,
chemistry and the romance of language. What more is there to be said? Nothing.
Really.
At the age of
twelve I’m sure he could’ve built a rocket in his backyard while I just wanted
to have little snacks and look at picture books all day long. Learning English
is hard work and I just wanted to take constant breaks from eight straight
hours of learning with one hour of lunch.
I would’ve
bared my soul to him because I trusted his grumpy, superior and snobbish
disposition. He was a good looking pale blond alpha and strange looking to me.
No, I was
neither in love with him nor he loved me.
My ESL mate
and I had studied and were co-habitants for eight hours a day for two years and
then I went off to Private Jr. High. He went back to Sweden without ever saying
goodbye. Parting of ways left me with the oddest feelings of…
We were
complete strangers to one another and we both knew it. At times he seemed to
know me better than I did myself, but I, too, knew him and we kept it kosher.
We kept the
peace even though at times we probably wanted to… He hated everything about how
I looked and that couldn’t be changed. Even then as a little girl, I was, who I
am now; a woman inside a child and a child inside a woman.
No, we didn’t
flirt with one another.
We were
children.
The two times
he made mistakes in his answers; I looked over at him with a blank stare and I
thought that he was going to scream and drag me outside by the arm and tell me
not to do that anymore because I was mocking him just as much as he mocked me
daily when I got every single question wrong but kept up with the daily
lessons.
That was the
difference between he, and I.
It could’ve
been my first kiss but it wasn’t even on the radar.
My first kiss
wouldn’t happen for another two years at the age of fourteen, a kiss from an
eighth grader and… I… almost fell off a long and steep embankment, down a hill and
into a football field. Stop. (I won’t go any further with that story.)
At the end of
each day by the time I got on the school bus I was exhausted and the kids on
the bus were as far away as I day dreamed about the jungles of my past
unless... I did zone-out everybody, relaxed and thought in Spanish.
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We came to
the table ready to learn because it was fast paced and a lot of material to
cover in three short years. Our tutors set the tone; they set the pace for me
to think about how I wanted to work as a professional adult. Here it is.
Our tutors
knew more than I ever did about English and I trusted in their strict yet warm
opinions about my writing and studies. They made me the woman I am today
because they taught me proper British and American English from a Brit and a Thailander. Ha! Life sure is weirder than fiction any day of the week...
*) The Gods
granted me with the gift to learn written language thus and therefore I became
a thinker. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to grasp the English
language, harness it and much less master it. What a task, indeed like anything
worth doing in the calling of life. Cheers!
Do I always
want to write? No,
of course not.
I’d rather go
dip my toes in the water with my male friends of eighteen years who enjoy a
swim in the nude and I do look away. (No, I don’t stare.) (Yes, I keep all of
my clothes on.) Plus I don’t ever enter the water unless it’s with a surfboard
or…Period.). We’re all adults and I love the Riviera for that exact same
reason; live and let live… Period.
(For me, that is.) Discuss amongst yourselves. Ha!
[(I love that SNL skit from way back in the day.) I don’t know what it
means but I laugh every time I think of the actor (name) and remember his
facial expressions. I almost lost my milk that day when I saw it for the first
time on television. I had to stand up and be silent as I watched such a genius
at work while he made the audience around that room lose it in fits of laughter.
I didn’t get it but the fact that the entire room lit up in laughter made me
laugh wholeheartedly. Everyone around me was laughing and I, too, laughed along
with them. I couldn’t help it. I was like the character of snoopy when he has
great days or witnesses something kind and he jumps up and down and his little
ears flop. I love that little character of the little dog in “Charlie Brown.”
Snoopy the dog’s character makes me believe in humanity’s future… ESL! ESL!
ESL! Go! ESL! Go! Okay, I regress… It’s fun.]
- {Side
Note} we’ll come back to the linguistics of language and history so
that one may more precisely understand culture.
If one doesn’t understand what proper
language represents then one doesn’t understand the evolution of language while
per daily capita (don’t quote me here on these numbers)
about seventeen and / or / up to twenty-seven languages disappear from the face
of the planet; per day; per day. Period. Moving on. Next.
Did you see
how I did that? Of course
you did.
It’s a lesson in thinking about
speech and slang vs. culture; culture vs. tradition; tradition vs. the
evolution of speech. (You understood that about language and I shan’t break it
down for you here.) (Another blog for another day.) I only have so much time to write about any given topic at any given
one length of time.
- The word, phrase and statement:
“Period.” Used in linguistic
patterns has come to signify; “Can anyone counter debate that one final
point?” (Of course you can.)
Because if one is able to counteract
any point in any debate then the civilized discussion continues leaving
theatrics, melodrama and gestures out of the heart of the discussion, debate
and conversation.
People like to speak so they can
bounce ideas from each other without disrespect but with much peaceful
conviction without ever insulting their conversational opponents’ personality
or person; Like…just like that… (more
discussion later…) about cognitive patterns in facial expressions, gestures and
body language when in debate, conversation and speaking in general. Peace.
Thank you. Period. Ha! Now that’s funny
to me.
*) It’s hot
as the dickens and the last thing I want to do on such hot afternoons is work.
Alas…
First, this
“hobby”-blog does indeed have an end date; no title; the purpose is for me to
become an “expert” on the subject matter of a subgenre of writing which happens
to be about (non-fiction) blog writing after twenty-thousand hours of total
completed writing hours; thirteen years of holding the title as executive media
producer and producing work for our beloved ones to watch, learn and enjoy
about whatever subject matter we’re constructing storylines. “Period.” Just kidding.
Hypothetically,
If I were to become; let’s say: a
molecular scientist then I would be at work on that than, here, writing. You
get it. Tell me that you do. Please.
Second, the
podcast is optional for the next decade.
I can podcast
or not on any given day of the week however I may not skip out on the “hobby”
writing because there’s a most valuable intended goal since for the past decade
my literary equals (equals who I studied amongst around literary elite round
tables) are reviewed and praised by the critics of the New York Times and I
haven’t even begun to write my first Jane Austen novel of our time and era.
I’d like to
write novels but Jane Austen is an immortal literary goddess and I’m only a
mortal who can’t make heads or tails out of commas in the English language.
Cheers!
Sincerely,
Gabriel
P.S. This is
two and a half hours worth of writing.
My alarm went
off thirty minutes ago.
July 15, 2013
No blog.
July 12th, 2013
“One good
thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” - Bob Marley
Hello…
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Terrestrial:
(of the land, earthy)
The teacher
brought a terrestrial globe into the geography class.
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Take it away
Mr. Bill Maher. Break a leg. Good luck. Thank you.
Sincerely;
Gabriel
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Personal Thoughts:
(I’m tired…
We’ve been up with our puppy at 4:30AM and 3:30AM for the past two nights.)
No Biggie!
*) Where to begin?
There’s so
much to write about…
Not enough
time to say most everything that
requires to be said.
Life takes
precedence over anything else (most)
that’s going on. So much happens to a human in one single day; what more is there to be said? Nothing.
*)
Congratulations to all of the visiting artists to the Twin Cities Metro Area
this weekend; Congratulations on our very own great win and victory! We did it!
(There’s no need for Catholic guilt.)
Please enjoy
the sights, our peaceful and civilized downtown, Minneapolis amongst the
poorest and the wealthiest citizens of the United States of America and
everybody in between; the middle income earners; “working stiffs” like
ourselves, who work Monday through Friday; 40 hour weeks and we love what we do
otherwise we wouldn’t even touch it. Cheers! Peace. Peace. Peace.
We raise a
glass in your health and to your honor.
Hip! Hip!
Hooray!
Hip! Hip!
Hooray!
Hip! Hip!
Hooray!
Here’s to you
and yours.
Here’s to us
and ours.
Here’s to us.
Cheers!
Rock The House!
We’re wishing everybody a safe Basilica Block
Party. I’ve never attended but someday I’d like to attend through the front
gates like any other patron. That would be a blast!
*) I like to save my ticket stubs to remember which
concerts I’ve attended that I didn’t even know who the musicians were. It’s fun
to be surprised and I like telling the story about how I attended a band’s
concert; called “Jane’s Addiction” in 1998 and I had no clue whatsoever who
they were. They could’ve been famous ice cream vendors and I still had no clue.
I got into a close-friend’s car, packed full
of our friends and we drove West, Mass.
I lost one shoe that night and I was indeed
so surprised at the glorious music I heard. Never in my life had I…
I felt that I had made love to soul-air
without ever being sexual whatsoever… (No, no humping the air.) I was
overwhelmed to be in public and wished I had discovered their tunes in the
privacy of my own home so I could’ve danced and thrashed around my living room
by myself. That would’ve been so much fun, alas… I had no clue where my friends
were taking me that night as I often never do because I don’t ask and I don’t
care; it’s always great, wild, respectful times with adventures galore, great
organic homemade bread, sauces and the best water in the world. I love the
element of positive surprise in life and in creativity; it makes me believe
in…Art and love.
*) Yes,
Indeed. Minnesota’s citizens were heard by their political public servants and
legislature passed a bill into law that all couples have the federal and
constitutional rights to a civil union even with theological opposition from
all fronts. This is indeed a victory to our people’s civil rights and
liberties. This is what the founding fathers lived and died for; our freedoms
as humans under The People’s laws.
Cheers!
*) Edward
Snowden; what more is there to be said?
A lot more. I think about the circumstances and situations in which Mr. Snowden
finds himself in. It’s remarkable in this day in age since his story reads like
fiction. Life is indeed stranger than
fiction.
So, I think: Hypothetically; if I held a government
private contract in exchange for a service as a private contractor and as a
private working citizen; and if I were to happen upon fragile information that
pertained to the people of the United States of America and their private
rights to their humanity and safety; absolutely I would become a Whistleblower
because that would be my duty as a citizen.
No, I’ve
never been certified as an F.B.I. or C.I.A. agent on the field or to
intelligence network. I’ve, not once, neither belonged nor directly worked for
those two government agencies paid by the taxpayer. Nope.
Therefore, if
a private citizen or civilian brings forth allegations against the government
then, peers, colleagues and possibly courts and judges must follow protocol and
go through the proper set of channels; up the ladder of command or deal with it
in court in a civil trial.
Now, if a
single Whistleblower’s life were to be endangered by their governments then
they may be granted sanctuary (global amnesty) in any other country in which
the leaders grant amnesty and safe passage with the understanding that that
human is and always will be an American citizen first and foremost in the eyes
of any court. Hands off to any citizens
or civilians.
Yes; no,
Heads of States or Ministers may Not bully, command or push around their weight
in telling any other dignitaries what to do upon their own Nationalistic soil
and how to conduct business or leadership because
that would be far, too, presumptuous and ignorant of any modern excellencies
and ambassadors to do so in proceeding demand other Nations how to govern as
“self-governing” sovereignties.
No, the United
States of America’s government may not threaten any other State, Country or
Nation with sanctions if others don’t follow the commands of the United States.
That’s just bad manners. Get your elbows off of the table because no one wants
to rub elbows with our government when they’re pushy, mean-spirited and without
informing the public correctly, factually and thoroughly. Thank you.
So, I’ve
heard many bits and pieces of intelligent conversationalists and poly-sci
theorists and I guess that from what I hear; Mr. Snowden didn’t go through the
correct Whistle blowing protocols as most professionals follow. Why not? Beats
me? I don’t know.
Also; it’s
been circulating around in conversations (from Chinese media) that Mr. Snowden
was indeed factually proven to be C.I.A. but that’s yet to be proven through
real and authentically classified records as to his attendance and graduation
date from that particular governmental agency. In other words; proven and
sealed records please. Thank you.
*) In conclusion: No, I’m not a tourist in
Minneapolis.
No, I don’t
go on tour busses and do touristy things.
I find myself
where I get invited or where I sometimes deviate on an unbeaten path and find
myself surprised in privately owned businesses geared to service the public.
I love to end
up someplace I’ve never been before and to be left respectfully alone to write,
sit, and think or text; with one single martini or oysters.
I like to eat
out, but I also make breakfast and dinners at home (Mon-Fr) because I like to
control what goes into my food and body; organics and vegan foods at home.
I love fresh
herbs like cilantro. Thus, if I park it to the side and enter any establishment
that serves the public with drink or music then; Oh how I love to take in the
sights when there’s no one around in the middle of…that hour.
Like hell to
being a tourist, but I like saying it.
*) Peace.
July 11th, 2013
“Of all the nasty outcomes predicted for women's liberation... none was more
alarming, from a feminist point of view, than the suggestion that women would
eventually become just like men.” -
Barbara Ehrenreich
“The message
of women's liberation is that women can love each other and ourselves against
our degrading education.” - Jane Rule
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Translucent: (letting light pass but diffusing it so
that objects on the other side cannot be distinguished; partially transparent)
The translucent
paneling showed there were people in the next room though we did not know who.
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Hello…
I’ll come
back to write about the subject matter of student loan costs.
I better not
write, because it’s way past my bedtime…
I don’t make
sense in English past nine O’clock at night.
I get too
raw, sloppy and sleepy with my thought process.
Cheers!
Sincerely,
Gabriel
P.S. I was
someplace and out of the corner of my eye I caught... a what?
A fifteen
second video clip of a white woman getting dragged off and calmly taken out of
a congressional hearing room by two officers on each of her arms while she
continued to express her deepest sentiments and political viewpoints about her
civil liberties and rights taken, stolen as a free American woman as she argued
on behalf of this theological, philosophical, ideological fight for all
women’s’ right to pro-choice; free choice. Period. (Yes, those two apostrophes are right and in the correct order.
Thank you.)
It was deeply
sad that no human on that panel said; “Let the woman speak.”
Please.
Gentlemen; American women aren’t sexually frustrated, they are deeply concerned
for the future of their daughters here in America.
Really?
A woman is
forced to ask permission from a man to abort a fetus even and especially when
she’s been raped or with incest? Absolutely not. Nope.
Please.
No man may
tell any woman whether to decide to abort a fetus or not, much less the
government of the United States of America and it’s politicians. Get it out of here.
Welcome to
the year 2013.
Men don’t
dictate what women do or don’t do with their bodies.
Men don’t have that right.
Women do reserve that right.
All global women; everywhere; reserve the right to free
choice when it comes to prochoice and abortion because corruption is so
globally ramped that it’s only a fair trade between men and women (and an
organic trade at that.) Keep the peace… helleluya.
Amen. Break bread and drink wine.
Where do men
get off demanding women what to do with their bodies while our global
Nationalistic men rape the Earth, its women, its children, its culture and its
economy?
No.
Absolutely
not.
Step back.
Careful with
your footing.
Sneaky little
cheating policy-bills that the Senate and the House get away with passing under
the table are unsatisfactory. Bastards.
All of them.
Couples can talk
about abortion as an option with their personal and private doctors (that still
hasn’t changed) and make joint decisions about abortion. Large or small
government doesn’t govern over what people do with their bodies because that’s
our GOD(s) Given Right. Get it
together.
Women are
adults.
Women aren’t
any type of animals to be dragged off out of a hearing room by officers;
because that isn’t a courtroom with a judge; No. She’s not on trial to be
judged by a panel; she’s granted a hearing. Have the good graces to hear out a
speaker. Any speaker no matter how upset or angry they may come across. Man or
woman. Thank you. It’s a courtesy to all adults. I’ll look further into it.
Thanks…
I might come
back to finish a full complete hour of cohesive writing. I can write run-on
sentences all day long, but it’s the structuring and the punctuation that makes
me stop on my tracks and think, twice, about language structuring. I think you
understood that.
July 10th, 2013
“The worst
solitude is to have no real friendships.” -
Francis Bacon
“What makes a
woman beautiful is her loyalty to and her friendships with other women, and her
honesty with men.” - Vanessa Marcil
“Friends need
not agree in everything or go always together, or have no comparable other
friendships of the same intimacy.” -
George Santayana
“All careers
go up and down like friendships, like marriages, like anything else, and you
can't bat a thousand all the time.” -
Julie Andrews
No blog or
podcast: Luncheon, hanging out and having fun like two little kids with my
friend who I met in 2009 at a recording studio. He’s a lovely man who I trust
with my life. He’s in town and I adore him because his grandparents did well by
him and it shows. What a Gentleman! Hip! Hip! Hooray!
Peace;
Gabriel
*) End the
Afghanistan war today! End “Vietnam II!”
End the war!
End the war! End the war! (I know, I know… you guys are laughing at me.)
*) Mr.
President Putin doesn’t own Mr. Edward Snowden. Careful. Public opinion does matter when it comes to manipulating
American citizens. When it comes to our citizens that’s serious business
because we play ball for our team. Go Venezuela! Why is it that leaders and
politicians can’t seem to do the right thing instead of the stupid thing. Go
Venezuela!
*) As for the
pranksters who pulled that idiotic cute little trick of a “prank” in pretending
to get “kidnapped,” I hope you all go to hell.
I’ve gone on
Amber Alerts amongst my former F.B.I. colleagues and when children have indeed
been kidnapped there’s a slight chance of finding those children and about 24
hours to possibly discover dead bodies. It’s serious business.
Twenty-four
fragile hours makes the difference between life and death thus to “prank” a
kidnapping; I do believe is a federal offense. Gosh why are Americans so
goddamn stupid? Are they seriously that bored? I almost want to spank them or
slap them hard across the mouth (metaphorical.) I hope they go to jail for a
long time. Longer than…
These two
idiotic morons have no idea about a little girl named Katie Poirier who was
kidnapped and murdered. Katie was from Moose Lake and I can tell you that this
incident left Barnum, Kettle River and Moose Lake citizens hurting. Please
don’t fake kidnappings. It makes the Americans seem like…
*) Oh,
Brazil. We know, we know… Our prayers are with you our dearest ones. We know.
*) No, I’m
not keeping up with George Zimmerman trial but that doesn’t mean that I don’t
listen to other people’s conversations. I have no idea. I keep silent if I
don’t know or if I’m not translating fast enough. Yes? No? Yes.
*) Yes, I
just found out who Paula Deen was about four months ago. I have no idea. I
don’t care. I listen to other people’s conversations and read thousands of
emails people send to us.
Tuesday, July 9th, 2013
“Never in the
field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.” - Winston Churchill
“When the war
of the giants is over the wars of the pygmies will begin.” - Winston Churchill
“Never think that
war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.” - Ernest Hemingway
Hello…
Wow!
It’s 10:05PM
Central time.
The day went
by in a blur!
I’m tired.
Taking care
of a puppy is hard work and totally worth it.
I’m
exhausted.
I haven’t taken
the time to properly comb through my hair in about a week.
My hair looks
a fright.
I love our
new canine-bambino.
He’s so
gentle and kind.
He’s a dream
come true.
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Now, as far as this Afghanistan war is
concerned; most, if, not all poly-sci majors will tell you that public opinion
is a joke when it comes to public opinion. I disagree with them when it comes
to policy-making, war and economics because those are not laughing matters to
my beloved ones or to me.
As a matter
of fact the poly-sci majors will indeed laugh in the face of most mass media
and those who take any type of news all, too, seriously. For the most part I
tend to agree with them but not on all topics of discussion, especially war.
However and nevertheless,
for those of us on the ground; our families, friends, neighbors, professional
colleagues and acquaintances matter to us a whole great deal because we’re
talking about human lives while we’ve been left dealing with the brunt of this
bloody ridiculous war. We, The People got left holding the bag. It’s so not
fair. If you don’t think that this war is a big deal then think again.
This
Afghanistan war didn’t only happen to Afghanistan.
No, this war
is happening to Americans, our people, tax-payers, private citizens, immigrants
and their families. It’s happening to us and our family. (I can barely go on
with what I have to write…)
No.
Our family
members, friends, neighbors and others have come home to us in body-bags for
thirteen years. Don’t you get it?
Here, in
America we’ve silently buried our dead.
It’s been
painful in ways that we’ll never speak of it to anyone much less to one
another. It’s a silent hurt that covers us like… We haven’t given up hope but it’s obvious that our leaders and
politicians use our human brothers and sisters like garbage in a war that’s Much Ado About Nothing but greed, drugs
and more war mongering. We, The People get it. Pons in a chess game. This
Afghanistan war is a crime against humanity.
Afghanistan
war has gone on long enough. (I don’t know how much simpler than that I can get
in the written language.)
The Iraqi and
Afghanistan wars are considered The
People’s Second Vietnam (“Vietnam II”) as far as the duration of these two
“made-up” Bush-Cheney wars are concerned. (What a goddamn shame!) Bush was
right when he stated that if The People
had known what he and Cheney were up to then the people would’ve strung them by
lampposts. Absolutely correct.
{I know, I
know… Someone, someplace in political power is laughing at me even though we
most likely could end up rubbing elbows at the dinner table at any given point.
I get it. (Yep, I share the table with diplomats, dignitaries, Ministers of State.
For a little insignificant human I do get around in discussions even when
people have no clue as to who I am. Cheers! I work on the ground and dine in
the skies.)} )No, I don’t live on the ground I live under a rock embedded
into a hillside.) Hip! Hip! Hooray!
I like to put
ideas into “lay-terms” because I’ve come to find out within the past thirteen
years that our American people can barely read and write much less comprehend
what’s happened with the lies and disguises in the opium-trade of this
Afghanistan war thus I speak without too much highfalutin verbiage.
Okay, so we all know; that this Afghanistan
war 2013 is about the opium-trade in Afghanistan; Correct? Right? Right.
Correct. We know this because it has been explained to me by the experts as to
what’s been going on. I’m not making it
up. Information comes to me via expert knowledge and hell if I know anything. Experts know more than I do.
Now, since
the Afghanistan war is about America getting control over the opium-trade and
away from the Taliban then what’s the problem? Couldn’t America have
accomplished that without a war? Yes. Absolutely correct.
Why can’t our
American troops have come home yesterday, a decade ago?
Why must our
citizens and illegal immigrants go fight some flaky war?
Why must our citizens
commit suicide while abroad fighting this god-awful war?
Why must the
army “lose” the medical files of our injured homecoming vets?
What gives?
(Don’t answer that, it’s rhetorical.)
I get it but
I don’t.
Yes, really.
I get it.
Our extended
family of In-Laws; they’ve patiently waited for five years to get medical
assistance while their paperwork goes “missing.” Really?
We take care of our own. Yep.
Because our
taxes don’t cover the costs of taking care of our wounded and injured vets; We,
The People take care of our wounded straight out-of-our pockets. Fact.
Now middle
income earning families across this Nation have the awesome responsibility of
carrying an extra expense on their household budgets and accounts even though
we’ve already paid for this little fucking war game of Bush and Cheney’s. (I
know, I know…I’m being quite polite because my
closest friends are friends with the Bushes.) Goddamn. The words I could write.
So, you tell
me… how is it fair that not only do The People financially pay for a made-up
opium-trade war, for our wounded and injured vets when our government and
military won’t step up and follow through with their responsibilities? It’s so
stupid.
Do you think
that this nightmare is over for our families when we retire at night and go to
sleep? This war has left devastating and serious heartbreak upon the many
American families trying to get by on twenty-eight thousand per yearly
annual-income and taking care of their wounded and injured vets. Come on! What
the hell! Really? How lame! Why have our wounded and injured vets been left to
starve and homeless upon returning from war?
Nope.
I’m not able
to go on otherwise, I’m going to want to rip out someone’s heart or make the
reader cry… I can barely write.
Goodnight.
Gabriel
Yes, to our
extended family (literally) in Cairo, Egypt; our prayers are with you.
Who the
hell’s running the military troops over in Cairo?
Has anyone
ever heard of rubber bullets?
Please don’t murder
our extended family and our people in Egypt. They’re amazing people peacefully
demonstrating for a stronger democracy. Please, no. Please don’t murder our
beloved ones. Please. No. You’re breaking our hearts…
Oh, Turkey;
to our extended family there; our prayers are with you tonight.
Please, we’re
all globally connected here. Please, don’t kill our very own.
I know… I
know… my pleas are probably funny to some of you who are calloused and
sarcastic but you’re not the ones burying our dead, we are.
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Sorry guys!
The English language is ten times harder than I’ll ever let you know.
Site:
1 a : the
spatial location of an actual or planned structure or set of structures (as a
building, town, or monuments)
b : a space
of ground occupied or to be occupied by a building
2 a : the
place, scene, or point of an occurrence or event <a picnic site>
b : one or
more Internet addresses at which an individual or organization provides
information to others <an FTP site>; especially : web site
Sight:
1: something
that is seen : spectacle
2 a : a thing
regarded as worth seeing —usually used in plural <the sights of the city>
b : something
ludicrous or disorderly in appearance <you look a sight>
3 a chiefly
dialect : a great number or quantity
b : a good
deal : lot <a far sight better> <not by a damn sight>
4 a : the
process, power, or function of seeing; specifically : the physical sense by
which light stimuli received by the eye are interpreted by the brain and constructed
into a representation of the position, shape, brightness, and usually color of
objects in space
b : mental or
spiritual perception
c : mental
view; specifically : judgment
5 a : the act
of looking at or beholding
b :
inspection, perusal
c : view,
glimpse
d : an
observation to determine direction or position (as by a navigator)
6 a : a
perception of an object by or as if by the eye <never lost sight of the
objective>
b : the range
of vision <was nowhere in sight>
7 : presentation
of a note or draft to the maker or draftee : demand
8 a : a
device that aids the eye in aiming or in finding the direction of an object
b plural :
aspiration <set her sights on a medical career>
— in sight
: at or
within a reasonable distance or time
— on sight
: as soon as
seen< ordered to shoot on sight>
— out of
sight
1: beyond
comparison
2: beyond all
expectation or reason
3 —used as a
generalized expression of approval
— sight for
sore eyes
: one whose
appearance or arrival is an occasion for joy or relief
Monday, July 8th, 2013
“What to the
Slave is the 4th of July.” - Frederick
Douglass
We’re wishing
you an incredible, respectful, safe and fun-filled Fourth of July weekend!
Hip! Hip!
Hooray!
Hip! Hip!
Hooray!
Here’s to
you!
We raise a
glass in your honor.
Cheers to you
and yours!
Cheers to us
and ours!
Cheers!
Long live the Queen!
Long live the
Queen!
Happy Pride
Parade!
No, I’ve
never attended a Pride Parade in my life.
Not to my
recollection anyway and people tell me that one doesn’t forget the first Pride
Parade one attends. Cheers! What incredible strides for this country!
Where to
watch fireworks from in the Midwest?
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It’s a boy!
Yes, we adopt
our first bambino on Monday, July 1st, 2013.
It’s a three
year old Bichon Frisé
and Yorkshire Terrier mix.
We’ve
fallen head over heels in love with the little fellow.
We’ve named him “Freeway.” (Yep that’s his
legal and official name.)
He’s now officially a bambino-canine of
Robbinsdale, Minnesota.
We’ll have to apply for a license, of course.
Thank you.
(No, I don’t
believe in adopting humans however I do believe in adopting some species of
abandoned animals.)
We
received a call from our beloved ones and that was that: We
responded.
{On
Monday, June 24, 2013 approximately around 8:00pm: we viewed our
canine-bambino’s photograph over email for the very first time ever and it was
love at first sight. It was all over from there on. We promise to
unconditionally love forever. Here’s to our first canine-bambino before having
children in another four years at the age of forty and fifty-three. Ha! We’re
going to be old, disciplined, fun, calm, intelligent and smart parents. At
eighteen I would’ve made some serious mistakes with any child of ours (and I
still will.)} Cheers!
(Over a brief phone conversation on Monday
night we were informed by his surrogate parents as of this week that: the little fellow was abandoned upon the
streets of Minneapolis, tied up for about twelve (correction) hours until their
daughter went to investigate about the little dog.
When she found him; he wasn’t even able to sit
down because the leash had wrapped around a post so tightly that he couldn’t
move. He’s suffered. He’s had a bad go at it. From what we’ve been told he’s
afraid of men and thus his surrogate family for the past week unconditionally
loved him and we’ll all probably cry when they entrust him into our loving
care. It’s a big deal!
He’ll have grandparents, parents, siblings, an
extensive and extended family of In-Laws, hundreds of cousins, close personal
friends and I’d like to ask one of our god-daughters to be his
fairy-god-sister. How splendid! I’m so happy to welcome this incredible
creature into our lives, home and adventures. Incredible! (No, I won’t be
posting pictures of us. I’m all too private for that.) Exclusive friendships with respect and honor.
Best Regards and with love;
Gabriel
P.S. Yes, the
Supreme Court justices did in fact make a mistake with the law especially “The
Voting Rights Act of 1965.”
Please, can
someone, anyone be the bigger person and make that specific correction
otherwise we’re back to the Segregated Jim Crow Laws South of our past.
Forward, people. Forward! Not backwards! Please!
*) I miss my
Robbinsdale gutter-punk adult brother in Michigan and his New Orleans murdered
pooch. Here’s to you brother!