What is the Deal with February?


I woke up this morning in a way that I often do.

Thinking about shit that doesn’t really matter.  At all.

But that’s the way the brain is designed.  I use the word “designed” loosely.  As if there is a designer.

If I truly believed there were a designer of the brain, I’d probably wake up trying to determine why such an engineering flaw was pushed through.  I mean, there had to be a a series of approvals and designs and redesigns which landed us with the model we are working with today.

Had a car been developed with all the flaws the human mind carries, a better model would have been introduced by now.  One with more safety features and more economical and with tinted windows.

Engineers can be an odd breed.

When I was quite young, I would query the meaning behind the calendar.  The Gregorian Calendar.  Why?  A word too many children dispose of as they get older.  We could use a few more why questions and far less blind acceptance, but we get beaten down.

It is what it is- the cop out of our time.

I had real issues with the calendar when I was a child.

Why are some months 31 days and some 30 and what is the deal with February?

As I got older I applied some math.  There are 365 days and if we divide seven into that, we learn that there are 52 weeks in a year.  And one day.

I never could understand why we could not do anything with that day.  Should be able to hide that day somewhere.  Or make it up at a later time.

Using deck of cards math, we know that there should be 13 months of four weeks each.  There should be 13 weeks of four seasons.  Start the year of with the season of spades and end with hearts.

And then do something with that one day.  We’ll call it a sandbag.

I looked up the calendar before I started writing this.  I decided not to learn anything.  Some people have really put some effort into their wikipedia entries.

I applaud them for this.  But it’s a slow clap that ends quickly.  We all have our things.

Here’s what I got:  Pope Gregory was finding a way to accommodate when Easter falls and on and on.

I’m guessing 13 was an unlucky number.

I’m guessing they all were trying to find a way to keep the number to the highly overrated number 12.  The Bible is full of magic 12 and seven stories.

History loves those numbers.  Even if we have to fit those numbers into the story.

History is full of so many superstitions.

Yet another design flaw had there ever been engineers.

And that’s what I woke up thinking about.  Not just some cheesy story about how I was curious why the calendar was designed as it was or how the foot was poorly designed or other engineering defects.

I was considering how one of the human mind’s greatest flaws is how we try to fit our expectations into the world we experience.

This is also the engineering flaw of religion.  There was expectation that humans are the center of the universe.  There is an expectation that there is something more for humans that there is for the common animal.  There was expectation that good things will come thanks to karma.  There was an expectation that we need to justify the events which happen to us- the book subtitled everything happens for a reason.

Engineering without analysis.

Also the design flaw of most governments.

Watch as every single politician does a little dance to create an argument which supports ideas which fit their little world and avoid walking out of their comfort zone.  They support ideas which are selfish and actually bad for the rest of society.  We demonize everything which we don’t understand.

Stories of Newton and how he struggled with his own observations of the world because they didn’t fit well with his Catholic raising.

Why wouldn’t we simply start each month with the full moon?

Why wouldn’t we measure it out in easy to understand concepts?

We does it bother me?

Our people and their ability to be apathetic is insanely frustrating.

By the way, another giant engineering flaw had I ever believed in an engineer.

After lying there in bed for a while on my day off, I took in very little Sunday morning programming.  A show and a half.  All I can take.  Each show filled with politicians and panelists all doing the same thing.  Waltzing their words in time and rhythm with a Billboard Top Twenty feel.  They’ve convinced themselves they are right even if they cannot possibly be.  Playing the hits of the day and trying to cash in on all the latest talking point trends.

And, meanwhile, nobody cares.  And everybody cares.  So the whole world distracts itself.  And convinces itself it’s correct.

Another engineering flaw.  The brain is so easily influenced.  So easily infiltrated.  So easily affected and corrupted.  The human brain is vulnerable.  And we are all so stubbornly rigid.

Because we grew too old to ask why.

It’s currently June.  Somebody decided to make June a 30 day month.  Once upon a time we needed a 12 month year.  Based on this 24 hour cycle, we knew that there were 365 days most years.  The seven days of the week named after the seven things we could see in the sky.  Named after the gods we named the sky after.

 

Because we engineered it all into a neat little package.  We had to.

It’s about the expectation and how well we can fit our needs toward them.

The thing is that it works.  It’s a successful strategy which will continue as long as these poorly engineered vehicles of life house the poorly engineered motors trying to justify the navigation of life.

We displaced the gods.  Not the days of the week.

Be good.

It’s a music and nature day.

Haters


There was a show I recorded about a year ago on ESPN called Haters: The Anatomy of a Rivalry.  The show focused on baseball rivalries and was very well produced.

In it, Dodger fans insulted the appearance of Giants fans and Red Sox fans questioned the intelligence of Yankees fans and on and on.  I saw it as much more than that though.

I viewed this as a decent look into the mentality of human beings.

We need a villain.  Always.  You want to activate people, get them to hate something or somebody or an idea or something so abstract as a baseball team.

Over 140 years of Major League Baseball and we are focused on a team of somebody else’s choosing.  We are focused on so much hate.  The Dodgers and Giants were once in other cities.  They once played when only white people could play.  Most of the players are not even representatives of the cities in which they play.  Today especially.  The teams moved and ensured the other would move as well in order to keep up the rivalry which got fans to engage with the game.

All sports try extremely hard to create a rivalry which will stimulate their fans and create excitement.

And revenue.

The local NFL team’s fans are more interested in railing on their rival and their rival’s fans instead of showing genuine support.

So here we are.  Moving on from sports, which serves as a fine distraction which I welcome.  Life is too hard to live without distraction.  Tell me I’m wrong.  It’s all about balance.

This post, however, is about villains.  It’s about hating.  It’s about having an enemy.

I see it more and more and it needs to be discussed.

People tend to vote against something instead of for.  People tend to argue against.  People tend to seek validation in rallying against.

This has been shown repeatedly over the years as we split off into rival groups and exasperated with social media.  See the term “libtard” and tell me what that was supposed to mean and if it’s a valuable argument ever.

Hillary Clinton lost because she ran a campaign which failed to show any clear vision.  Instead she ran against her opponent by dismissing them.  Sanders had “pie in the sky” ideas.  Later, she argued that a vote for her was a vote against Trump.  She never truly laid a clear foundation of ideas.

Remember those Deplorables and Basement Dwellers?

Meanwhile, Trump chose to run a campaign which at least had vision, but was still a campaign against.  Make America Great Again is a complete attack on those who were or had been in charge.  It was villainizing (I have a red line under that word, but I’m leaving it) the current system.  Completely running against Obama by declaring he made America anything but great, it was a campaign driven on fears and hatred.

Today they argued the travel ban.  Trump repeated his disdain for Muslims during the campaign trail.  He has made them the enemy and people eat it up.

I don’t care for the religion myself.  I don’t care for Christianity either.  I don’t hate the people.  I hate the actions.  Religion can be seen as a problem, but the solution is not intolerance.

We love to compartmentalize.  We love to create enemies out of people who are really seeking the same freedom of life as any of us.  We love to hate.

Trump wears the idea he has “haters” as a badge of honor.

Watch the discourse from slightly left of center.  There is a battle to demonize both the extreme left and the right.  This isn’t healthy.  But they are creating rivalries on two fronts.  They are creating an entire universe in which their philosophy is being attacked from every angle.

As if they are Batman, Trump is The Joker, and progressives are The Riddler.

I believe that people want a superhero, but their heroes cannot be “super” without making somebody else out as a super villain.

The more super the enemy, the more super the hero

In reality, the world is full of mediocre bad guys and the discourse is run by those people almost entirely.

Here’s what needs to happen.

People need to start determining where their needs overlap.  Tolerance needs to be exercised.

We have decided that politics is similar to sports.  We have taken the bait and determined that regular everyday humans are the enemy.  We have decided to fight this battle on a weird level and nobody is fighting for the needs of the common everyday human being who is struggling to live and pay bills and take a vacation and hold a job.  Good luck retiring.

Our enemy should be common.  Our enemy should be that which keeps us from a humane quality of life.

We need to take an honest look at ourselves.

The Hatfields and the McCoys never learned their lesson.

If I go back to the show I lead this post with, it ended with a Red Sox fan watching a game in person with a Yankees fan.  A very humanizing thing to do.

We are likely to never completely agree on much, but we need to at least start focusing our intent better.

We’ve created villains and haters where they don’t really exist and that’s just simply bad energy for everything.

International Fact Check Day


 

I clearly remember the first April Fool’s Day that was presented to me.  Let’s face it.  One must be exposed to those who think it’s entertaining to fool you in order for you to realize that April Fool’s Day is a a thing.

I was six and my family had moved into the state on April First.  We had to take shelter with my grandparents until a place to live was found.  Until a job was found.

This was before the internet.  Before some list by Craig.

My uncle was only 13 or 14.  I remember him repeatedly pointing to the ground and saying things like, “Look, a snake!”

He may have got me to look once.  I am not even sure one time happened.

I remember being annoyed.

He was young.  Maybe younger than me.

I learn that today has been International Fact Checking Day.  Seems appropriate.

I’ll take part of a quote said to the world this morning on CNN.

Facts, reason, evidence, logic…

All I heard.  Apply to politics.  Apply to religion.  Apply to every single aspect of your life.

Hardly anything that our country has become.  Hardly anything this nation believes in.

Yesterday was April Fool’s Day.  It only makes sense the following day be International Fact Check Day.  After we spend a whole day trying to fool each other, we should spend a day checking the facts.

Complete irony.  After spending 99% (and I’m not singling out one day) of our time trying to fool each other, we should spend at least an hour fact checking the bullshit we are sold.

Better.

And then I watched this news program featuring John Dickerson.

If your mother says she loves you, check it out.

The fact is that every single day should be fact check day.  It’s our responsibility as Americans to question.  It’s not that there should be no trust, but we should learn who to trust.

The narrative in this country has turned from those who we completely trust as honest news reporters to those who we completely trust to tell me what I want to hear.  There’s a difference.  Because your side isn’t always right.

Your side may, honestly, always be wrong.  And so may the other side.

This isn’t a matter of right and wrong.

It’s a matter of truth and lies.

It’s the fact that news has become opinion spinning lies in order to get people to participate as they like.

I watched a segment on CNN yesterday in which eight Donald Trump supporters were used as a discussion group and asked how well they think the Donald has done so far.  Complete setup.  All but one gave Agent Orange an “A” grade.  The one that did not said he would not give an A.  Ever.

The fact is that the ultimate deal maker has yet to make a deal.  He has signed executive order after executive order.  And played lots of golf.  And wasted tax payer money at a record pace.

Fact check me.

All are things that Trump complained that Obama did.  And often.

We are so interested in taking sides and believing that our side is right, that we refuse to fact check anything that we are sold from the sources we believe to be true.

Fake News is a real thing.  It happens everyday.  Not like Trump pretends that it does, but so much of our media is opinion.  Why Koppel told Hannity he is bad for America.

As Dickerson said, it is easy to believe what we want when there are others who will support our opinion.  Thanks to the internet it is easy to find those with whom we can agree.

But who is checking facts?

I will again remind myself of two phrases I tried so hard to raise my kids on.

Think for yourself.

Question authority.

I still insist that even if Russia did do all that people are claiming, the blame lies on you.  The American people.

Fact check it.  Even if for only one day.

Somehow we were left with two of the most unpopular candidates in history.  And you were told to choose one.  Spinach or brussell sprouts?  Choose now!  Somehow half the nation decided not to choose and, instead, stay home.

Fact check me please.

And stop retweeting every asshole on twitter.  Fact check them.  You don’t even have to comment.  Just question internally.

Because, I’m telling you, even though the President keeps pointing at your feet and yelling snakes,  you might want to fact check that and look at what he’s hiding.

He hasn’t earned an A.

And he can probably point to more skeletons than snakes if you get him to.

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.

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.

Benevolent Dictator- Bait and Switch


I promise this will come together, so bear with the pieces of information in the beginning.

We are the product of everything that has happened to us.  This is the truth.  I refuse to believe anything else because I’ve witnessed this over and over.  It starts with the genes that were given to us, it moves on to how we were raised, it’s influenced by the people and events we’ve witnessed and interacted with, and it ends with death.

There are random events between genes and death which will influence us all with some coefficient.  Yes, I believe it’s math.

When I write, I often find inspiration from those in which I can have honest discussions.

I have a problem:  I cannot back down from any conversations regardless of topic.

It’s a flaw I’ve learned to live with.

I currently have a boss who goes to great lengths to restrict honest discussion regarding anything.  I received an email once.

Years ago I had weekly interactions with a person from the other side of this country.  He picked up product every Tuesday.  That was it.  And he would come in to my office and wait for his paperwork.

He hated Obama.  Told me that Obama would take away all our guns.  He told me that he lived in Illinois and knew best what Obama really wanted to do.

I wish Joe was alive now for me to show him how many guns everybody has.

Joe also discussed with me one night that what the United States really needs is a benevolent dictator.  He thought we needed a person who would step in, do what’s right for everybody, and things would just fix itself.

Because, let’s face it, the reason we can’t have good things is because Congress is too easily influenced to do the wrong thing.  At all cost.

Greed ruins everything.

We’ve all seen it repeatedly.

But I don’t think Joe was alone, because while half the country sat at home on election night, the rest voted for a man who they seemingly thought could be that benevolent dictator.

The key was that the country needs to move away from politics as usual.  Step away from the normal that we’ve experienced over the last forty years.

I think if Joe were alive today, we’d revisit this benevolent dictator discussion from eight years ago.  We’d revisit whether or not the man who ran to be the benevolent dictator has changed adjectives.  Spoiler alert:  Trump is not benevolent.  At least not to the average person.

He’s really just dictator.

No, corporate dictator.

Were he to be a benevolent dictator, his executive orders would be very different.

His cabinet would be completely different.

I recently read that the word “very” should never be used because there is a better word to describe what you are saying.  I’m not sure I have one for very different, but I’m going to think on that.

A benevolent dictator would not ban people from a certain region.

A benevolent dictator would not hire only men to decide what women would be legally allowed to do regarding their bodies.

A benevolent dictator would not sign only billionaires on to help run the government as if it was a fraternity of the wealthy.  One cannot really run the government like a business.

A benevolent dictator would never use religion.

A benevolent dictator would not deregulate.

A benevolent dictator would not be so upset about his daughter losing business with Nordstrom’s.  Or Macy’s.  Or Ross.

So I have some executive orders that a benevolent dictator may sign.  Because, let’s face it, a benevolent dictator is making rules to help people.  Not business.  If people have money, then business will do well.

Those were the laws of the past.

We have conned people into thinking that businesses need continued growth on our backs.  We have convinced the people that they need less than they’ve ever had before so that the Trump family can have more each and every year.

And so that the Koch Brother finally feel like people because of Citizen’s United.

It’s like what happened to Pinocchio.

So here are a few executive orders I would sign.  Things that would really help people.

  1.  I’m calling this the Vonnegut Amendment- Every person who wants a job deserves to get a job at a living wage.  Basically, we need to encourage the growth of this country not through golf courses and credit and Wall Street, but through middle class growth.  We need to get people in a position where they can spend money readily and stimulate the economy.  We need to help people raise families.
  2. No corporation is human.  They just aren’t.  They have people who work for them.  They cannot donate anymore than they could the lowest earning human.  They cannot spend company money influencing the government.  Stop giving more influence to the wealthy.  It does nobody any good.
  3. Churches start paying taxes.  If a barista is responsible for paying taxes on her tips, then a pastor should have to pay taxes on his tips.  When I see churches larger and better built than the neighborhoods they live near, we have an issue.  You may say this is ultimate socialism.  I say the wealth of a church should exist only in the words that are said.
  4. On top of that, a clear separation of church and state.  It needs to happen.  There should not be a PAC for every major religion so that they get to influence politicians.  There should not be anybody who tells me what his or her religion says in regards to a certain law.  I call this the Reason Amendment.
  5. A Fighting Chance Amendment- All people have a right to education, health care, and time off work.  We need to rebuild the family and the mental state of those within the family.  We should privatize education nor health care.  We shouldn’t profit off those wanting to do better for themselves.  We need to develop a country to be prosperous, and the best way to achieve that is to guarantee all people have a chance and opportunity.  I find it laughable that wealthy, corporate Republicans talk about family while unwilling to help even the poorest earning families.
  6. Congress can only give themselves raises if the people get more money each year.  I’m not looking at median wages.  I’m talking minimum wage.  If the demand for the average employee raises 3%, Congress can take a 3% raise.  Congress only gets health care for life if they offer people health care for life.  There needs to be a fair representation of the people in Congress.

There’s my benevolent dictator orders for day one.

Maybe I’ll come back with day two soon.

Regardless, we need to build up the working class again.

Think for Yourself, Question Authority


Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities — the political, the religious, the educational authorities — who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing — forming in our minds — their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable open-mindedness, chaotic, confused vulnerability to inform yourself.
-Timothy Leary

I raised my kids on a couple simple ideas.  But I thought it was important.

Think for Yourself.

Question Authority.

These are important ideas.  I’m not pretending to have invented them.

I may have been influenced by a Tool song.  Or the words on that Tool song clicked with me.  The ideas presented by Timothy Leary

But I would tell my kids those ideas.  I would suggest that it is important.  Don’t take others’ ideas at blind faith.  Most people, especially in authority positions, are selling an idea for an advantage.

Honestly, this philosophy is a main reason I am atheist.  Let’s face it, I feel that most religious leaders are simply trying to gain power over a population with guilt.  Questioning their motivation is important.

People in power wish to stay in power.  That’s how it works.

We train our young a certain way in order to have control over their future.  This is truth.  If it wasn’t, religion wouldn’t be taught until one becomes old enough to truly fashion ideas that make sense to that person.

We are all different.

Those who argue we are all a blank slate destroy their own ambitions by filling their children full of fairy tales at such a young age.

But compare this philosophy to the world we live in, politically, right now.

You are only as young as the last time you changed your mind
-Timothy Leary

Let’s face it, if you’re holding on to ideas you felt as a youth, you are probably doing okay.

If you’ve moved on to ideas that many older people feel, then you need to take a good look at yourself.  Was it money?  Was it wealth?  Was it a discomfort for the youth?

Donald Trump changed.  He became old.  And he embraced a philosophy that doesn’t go well with a younger Donald Trump.

My grandfather did this.

Many people I’ve known did this.

I want to stay as young as Bernie Sanders for the entirety of my life.

Think for yourself.

Do not think as your brokers.  As your racist uncle.  As your wallet.

These are lessons never taught by most.  They are lessons left behind in order to hold people behind.

Our new President is trying to ensure you never think for yourself.

He’s trying to ensure you think like his donors and the ruling economic class.

So do us all a favor.

Fucking think.

And ask why those in high positions are trying to do what they are doing.  It will serve you well in the long run.

This is more than fifteen minutes of fame shit.

There’s actually strong philosophy behind all this.

Question.  Follow the money.  Ask why.

You’ll be a better person for it.