You Can Play On My Lawn Any Time, You Crazy Kids

The greatest words about change that I have ever heard and have oft times repeated were never truer than they are now: If one person tells you something, you can pretty much blow them off. If 10 people are telling you the same thing, you’d be wise to listen.

What do you do when hundreds of thousands of your children are marching and shouting that things need to change?

On top of already having their lives forever changed by the events at their schools, these kids have been forced to forget the trivialities of normal adolescence. In the case of the children of Sandy Hook, they didn’t even come close to that age when your concern with change is mostly with the changes going on in your body. Prom and graduation are right around the corner but your children are marching for their lives, combining the voices of the A-listers with those of the chess team. Because they know, all too early, that when the shooter comes, those labels are meaningless. The captain of the chess team could be the one shielding the captain of the football team in the locker room after gym class. The freshman girl who’s a little overweight could be the one comforting the senior homecoming queen while they hide in the stacks of the library. No matter the case, each and every one of them will have a shared experience that they will try not to think about at future class reunions. But they will. They will remember their fallen friends. There will always be the memorial table, with pictures of those who never had a chance to have a life beyond their school days. This is the reality they have taken upon themselves to change. To prevent for their siblings, their cousins, people they will never know. Their lives have been forever changed. Their lives were changed in Newtown, Virginia Tech, Roseburg, Oregon, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Lives were forever changed in Los Vegas, Orlando, Aurora, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. And they, these lazy kids, are marching for a different kind of change. They are taking a page from those who came before and making it their own movement for the 21st century.

#MarchForOurLives can apply to so many things in addition to gun control: education, the environment, reproductive rights, income equality. How about just plain old every day EQUALITY. #Enough is enough for them and some haven’t ever reached puberty yet. Gun control and women’s rights are just the beginning for these kids. Because they are aware that they are the ones to try and clean up the mess. Congratulations!! We are the proud parents of a generation of avid and aware voters. My thoughts and prayers are with them all.

These kids, their parents, grandparents, teachers, coaches, friends, classmates, their Instagram followers, and I dare say each and every one of us want to be able to go to school, go holiday shopping, see a movie, dance at a concert, play in the park without having an ever present fear of shots ringing out and having to duck for cover. And with every massacre, more and more voices begin shouting. We don’t want to belong to that elite club that no one wants to belong to: the Survivors Club. We are beginning to shout that every day that goes by without the changes we are shouting for, our chances of becoming a member of that club increase.

We are in a crisis. Don’t you dare call us actors.

#MarchForOurLives #Enough #NeverAgain


Happy Holidays Single People!!!!

Remember I said the grass is sometimes greener on this side of the fence? Well here’s a gentle reminder of that. Even though the holidays are almost over, let’s take a look at those things that we love about being on our own at this time of year. For starters, you can go wherever you want, which is always the BEST part of being a CSP. Or you can stay home, remote control all to yourself, binge watching all your favorite holiday movies, munching on the goodies people give you. Leave the baking to your mom, your sisters, your aunt, and your married friends’ wives. Despite the fact that the goodies came with a lecture on how you shouldn’t be alone on the holidays. And then there’s the money you save by not having to buy gifts for people you don’t even know, except those who have been added to your family since last year. If you don’t have family or they aren’t close, you can get together with your other single friends and have a party. And if you choose to stay home, you can avoid the inevitable: “Why are you still single?” “When are you going to get married?” Kissing some random person at midnight, knowing that you’re free and clear to enjoy the new year in blessed singlehood never looked so good.

5 Reasons Why The Holidays Suck When You’re In A Relationship

This Is NOT Who WE Are

Whenever I see the word WE when speaking about America, it boils my blood. We the people are only complicit (I know what this word means) in that we choose to stay blind to who we vote for. Generations of voting for “the lesser of two evils” has brought us to this point in our history. Now we have the worst of all evils, despite the fact that the majority did not want it this way.

If WE/America want a better America and want to reclaim a place of honor instead of embarrassment in the world community, we must have better politicians. Better choices. Winning is choosing the best of the best, not the worst.

It’s Time To Wake Up Sleepy Heads

Get ready to start hearing “war helps the economy” rhetoric and bullshit that has been rammed down out throats since the Civil War. War and military expansion is how they intend to “create new jobs” and enslave us to the oligarchy. As budget cuts will cause a massive hemorrhage to the job market and propagate unchecked inequality, we are about to see a crash that will make the Great Depression and the Great Recession look like a slight blip on the lives of people here and around the planet.

Having a Donald Trump in the White House was an engineering of money and evil, greedy minds that believe the ones with all the money-backed power will be declared the winners. Having all the money does no one any good if they are not alive to do anything with it.
These are events we have never experienced before and whether it is through nuclear and chemical holocaust or the awakening of the human race to act for peace and coexistence, it is a series of events that we should never see again.

If You Are Female, No Where Is Safe

There is a something about being a cab driver that people only know from “Cab Ride Confessions.” Apart from being one of the most dangerous jobs, it is a job where you hear all sorts of things from people you will never see again. More so than the bartender in a hotel. People pass through and impart stories, tell jokes, ask all sorts of questions that they wouldn’t normally ask of anyone else. Or they will give information just for the sake of giving it.

Case in point:

I was told once that if you are female, any time in your life between birth and burial (or cremation) you will be sexually abused in some manner, anywhere from groping to out and out rape. Yes, even at the morgue or funeral home, which has got to be the absolute top of the list of the worst things a person can do. To be honest, I don’t remember the conversation that lead to being told that. I only remember that the speaker was male. For what it’s worth, I do remember that the speaker was not creepy or threatening in any way; he was merely passing along information in a cautionary anecdote.

The TSA has been given the approval to make sexual assault a guarantee. And it will go unpunished.

Are you as disgusted as I am?

Please Don’t Shoot Me For Who I Am

I believe in warfare with words and water pistols. I believe in revolution of the mind and the collective conscience.

I was given a body, a mind, and a soul. I was given a spirit. I have the choice to change my body in any way I see fit. I choose not to beyond the superficial, for in altering my body, I alter the very essence of who I am, whether it be a tattoo or gender reassignment. I was not given a choice of mind. I can choose to expand it and I can choose to change it at will. I choose to change my soul by acknowledging the souls of others and their Creator given right to be who their spirit tells them to be. And I alone can choose how my spirit expresses itself. I was not given the choice of the color of my skin, acknowledging that no one has this ability, for it is the only part of who we are that is forever immutable. Skin color is merely a birthmark enveloping each and every being on two feet.

I have no degree yet I am educated. I have no vast expertise in anything, except breathing and reading; reading is the pathway to knowledge and expertise; breathing is the way to keep doing it. I have no job yet I am not lazy; if I am not working with my body, I am working with my mind. If not working with my mind, I am working with my spirit in prayer. To whom I pray is of no consequence to
anyone but myself and who others pray to is their own salvation.

I have not the proclivity, inclination, desire, nor the energy to burn the buildings of the communities in which I live. Nor do I have the yearning to see black, brown, tan, yellow, red, white, or blue lives extinguished from the earth. I carry no gun, no bomb. While I have vices, they remain tethered in self-controlled moderation. I recognize that others have difficulties in doing the same and do not vilify them. I have no need for birth control for myself but understand that others do. I believe that life is life as long as it breathes and is fully conscious of its being and has the will to continue. I am not a mathematician or scientist, yet I believe in the magic of numbers, for numbers cannot lie. Numbers are the basis for every science we know and everything around us. I believe in what I see in the world around me. Believing requires all of our senses and it is our souls which determine for us what is real and what is not.

I believe in burning the communities in which I live with the fires of change, progress, and humanity. I have the proclivity, inclination, desire, and energy to treat all beings as part of the whole, for with the loss of one, ripples of sorrow effect us all. I carry no weapons, save for my words, my art, and the knowledge that we can and should do better for each other and the planet we have been loaned. I believe each and every being is entitled to exist peacefully among others, without fear or worry of what tomorrow will bring. I believe that when we breathe our last breath, we are faced with the reality that it’s not about how much we had, but how much we have harmed. I believe in redemption.

I believe what I believe. You believe what you believe. They may not be the same and let us walk on, agreeing to disagree but respecting others rights to be who we are. And if there be war between us, let there be a water supply available.