A Passenger


It is what it is.

Quote of the decade.  And I really hate it.

The shoulder shrug of words.

I don’t care what your worship.  It doesn’t matter.

You could worship Trump or Clinton or Obama or Rand Paul.

You could worship any of the gods that are available to you.

You could worship corporations.  You could worship Wal-Mart or you could prefer small business.

You could worship the Kardashians.

You could worship Susan Sarandon or Bernie Sanders or Sean Hannity.

We are all simply passengers on this train going the exact opposite direction it needs to go.

You could worship pain killers or alcohol or opiates.

Everything above is a distraction.  Everything makes you a passenger.  You are on a train.  You are not controlling the direction.  We have given up control of everything.

It is what it is.

And we all let it be.

By idolizing the crazy.

This train is a service train.  Let’s be realistic about that.  Really a conversation I had with my daughter moments ago.  We live in a service economy.

The jobs that are available are jobs that serve.

Fast food.

Logistics.

Sales.

There is no climbing the corporate ladder.  That was the 80’s.  Everything is different now.

My mom had a skill.  She could type really fast.  She still can.  That put her foot in the door for a better career.  Nearly 40 years ago.

I find it hard to communicate the struggles of the average worker these days.  The mentality has changed.  If you got in, congratulations.

Here’s the thing.  I hate the phrase “it is what it is” because it’s not.  We have merely accepted “it” and we are not willing to fight.  And now my children have to struggle with “it” and not push forward.

It’s a strange time to have adult children.  To try and encourage them to be their best.  To push for the their future.

Let’s face it.  We have been passengers allowing those in charge to take us the wrong direction for way to long.  We didn’t even fight.

Democrat and Republican.  They both did us in.

My kids struggle to find hope.  And I understand, because hope is the crack cocaine of the mind.  But we need hope.  We need to feel there is a future.

All of us.

We’ve been passengers for all too long.  We are not making America great again.  We are torturing the impoverished.  Blatantly.  We are actually going backwards in this socioeconomic world we live in.

We are all just passengers watching the elite and wealthy taking us on a torturous journey.  Exporting jobs and taking tax breaks.

Trickle down is not real.  It’s a disguise.  It’s blatant welfare which helps the wealthy.

This is the beginning of “what do I tell my kids?”

How do I encourage them?

Late night talk show hosts like to make light of millennials, but I see a different issue. This is not about being lazy.  This is about hope.

So let’s name the train “Hope” and believe the directions is correct.  Because it’s been going the wrong direction for way too many years.  And there aren’t too many people trying to right the ship.

It is what it is.

And it is going the wrong direction.

But this train won’t be turned around anytime soon.  Because we are all just passengers watching the Kardashian scenery instead of participating.

We are all just looking out the window.

Somebody needs to overthrow the engineer.

New Lanegan Soon


This is just a quick post.

Maybe the goal is only for me to find these songs easily again.

If by leaving these here you click and think they are reasonable songs, then we all win.

Long time Mark Lanegan fan.  New album coming out April 28.  I was disappointed in his last album, but this seems to be a better sound.  So far.

 

Variety and Life


I sit down to write this while eating some shrimp tacos.

Shrimp tacos, you see, are a nice variation on the original taco.  Also includes shrimp.  I really like shrimp.  But what is the right way to make a shrimp taco?  I really don’t know.  I just don’t.

I believe that cheese is not right with seafood.

I like to make my own salsa, because that’s what makes  a good shrimp taco.  Good salsa would make a regular taco too.

Let’s face it, a good salsa would make any taco.  Regardless of the protein.

I took some cherry tomatoes and cooked them on a low heat with olive oil and garlic.  I seasoned to taste.  Once the tomatoes started popping, I put them in the blender with a various amount of jalapenos, onions, seasoning, and whatever else I want.

Cooked shrimp covered in my salsa and topped with lettuce for crunch.  Fold in a tortilla.  It was a good dinner.  As I’ve finished them at this point.

I didn’t write to tell you about my version of shrimp tacos.

Somebody once said that variety is the spice of life.

Because you may like your shrimp tacos prepared differently.  Or more mild.  Or with cheese.

There is very little variety where I work.  Most of the employees are part of, or friends of, a closely knit family that runs the operation.  I don’t have a problem with this outside of the fact that some of these family members are not good workers.

I’ve also learned that the family which exists is there because the office manager’s father is a preacher.

They shouldn’t hold this against me.

Discussion today.

Member of the family: I don’t know if I like Trump, but I don’t think there should be any Muslims in this country.

Me:  What’s the point of having the First Amendment?

Member:  Freedom of Speech?

Me:  And freedom of and from religion.  Freedom of the press.

Member:  But the Muslims want to kill Christians.

Me:  And white people seem to be killing brown people at a pretty good rate right now.

Conversation goes round and round.  I discuss socio-economic status.  I talk about desperate people.  I talk about how we have one life and some will do anything to get themselves out of a difficult world.  How we have big brains which will convince us of anything.

His response was consistent.  He didn’t understand Muslims.  Period.

He doesn’t have to.  May as well be putting cheese on seafood.

And then, somehow, he brought up homosexual people.  He asked why the government gets to decide what’s right?

Me:  Just because it’s okay to be homosexual does not mean you have to be.  It shouldn’t bother you.  As long as you are not affected, it should not matter.

Him:  What if it does affect me?

Me:  Are you being raped?

Him:  No, but what if family doesn’t agree?

Me:  That’s ridiculous.  There are many things that family may not agree with.  Get over it.

Him:  Next thing you know, government will be saying bestiality will be okay.

Me:  No.  Animals are affected.

Him:  What?  The dog?

Me:  Yeah.  Dogs cannot consent.  Bad argument.  Learn to be accepting that not everybody is the same.  Learn that people actually believe in something other than you.  Learn that people should be treated fairly and taken care of.  Not dismissed.

He groaned, so I continued.

Learn to think that we are all human.  That we all deserve a fair shake.  There are killers of all religions.  The key is to lift those who feel repressed to a better position and I bet they don’t want to go to desperate measures anymore.

Another groan.

So I continued.

I realize that none of this is what you believe in, so what makes you think you’re right?  Learn to accept a little and I bet that things may be a little better.

Because there’s more than one way to make a taco.

And there’s more than one way to make a shrimp taco.

I would be interested in trying many of them, but not all.  I have my feelings about certain things.

I am okay, though, if you prefer your shrimp tacos prepared differently.  Not my problem.  I’ll do what I do and you do what you do.

Why can’t the political and religious experience be like shrimp tacos?

Let’s be serious about this.

There’s more than one way to prepare your ideas and more than one ideology from where you come.  Doesn’t mean any other person is wrong.

As long as nobody gets hurt.

Don’t put rat poison in my tacos.  That’s a rule.

Health “Care”


I’ve written something similar to this before.  But it’s relevant again.  And it’s also still upsetting.

When Obama rolled out his health care plan, he admitted it had many flaws.  My wife and I discussed the flaws at length- probably until she became nauseous.

The biggest problem with the Affordable Care Act is that it was written by the insurance companies.  Their fingerprints are all over this thing.  That’s why change is necessary.

It is very similar, in my opinion, to the automobile insurance plans.  So you’re telling me I have to get insurance?  And there are limited options?  And when I sign up they can raise my rates regardless of whether or not I’ve been a bad driver?

Sign that fucking bill.

Health insurance is even more deviant.  Your options are even more limited.

There is one hospital nearby.  It’s become for profit since my children were born in it.  It’s become ridiculous.  There is no way they are charging a fair price.  No way.

But what are my choices?  And they know this.

They are taking advantage of the fact they have a monopoly.  For profit is never better.  Never.  Especially when people’s lives are stake.

Enter the word “care,” because this is the key to everything.

Obamacare has a mandate that you get insurance.  The insurance companies get compensated through the government.  Your taxes are paying the insurance companies.

Your taxes are not providing “care” and I don’t ever think that was the intention the way it was written.

So we need to repeal and replace it.  With something so much better.

In an odd twist of events, let’s look at the following equation.

Trump + Care = WTF?

Seriously.  He only cares about himself and getting high ratings.

Repeal and replace that hair for fuck’s sake.

Anyway, where this new plan seems to be “better” than the old plan is that it is written specifically to compensate the insurance companies and health care providers even more.  It gives them tax breaks and, wait for it, welfare so that they might be willing to help people.

Opposite of care.  It just is.

care (kâr)

  • n.
    A burdened state of mind, as that arising from heavy responsibilities; worry.

This definition is in no way close to what any health care act tries to accomplish.  Unless you feel a burden toward the entitled and wealthy health care industry.

So here’s my opinion.

America is in desperate need of health care reform.  The people who provide this reform actually need to “care” and this is important.  The government is supposed to work for the people.  Not for the corporations.

Corporations are NOT people.  Please fix this.

Health care costs need to be driven down.  We should not be profiting so much from illness.  Illness and injury should not be opportunity.

Can our government make any decisions which benefit people?

Not until there is election reform is my guess.

And after election reform, maybe we can reform health care.

America is so drunk on corporate power that an intervention is really necessary.

Put down the wallet.

And start to care.