Theater of the Absurd

I’ll begin this with the moral of my story:  It’s always the economy.

My current office is basically a small apartment.  If I needed to, I could just about live there.  I have a 26 cubic foot fridge, a range, two leather sofas, and rooms with doors.  I am also the only person using this office.  I moved away from the main office for logistical reasons.

One of the people who works for me calls it Camp David.

So he comes down to my office to get away from the world.  Even if only for a few minutes.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he tells me after the shootings in Florida.  He takes a seat on one of the couches.  His beard takes its familiar spot resting upon the top of his stomach.  I’ve never been able to see his lips through the white mess he’s grown.  “When I was a kid,” he continues, “if I did something wrong, my mom beat me.  I think we’ve gotten too soft.  We need to beat our kids more because when I was a kid and when you were a kid there weren’t all these shootings everywhere.”

I expect nothing different from several months of unfiltered conversation with him.  He and I have often been the only two people in the office on any given Saturday.  He isn’t afraid to say how he feels.

“Maybe it was less the style of punishment and more that your mom was home,” I suggest.

We’ve had enough conversations that his responses become somewhat predictable, but we engage in them regardless.

“I didn’t really have a home,” he starts.  I know this.  He was in a military family.  He moved often.  He then joined the military and raised his family drifting through other countries and other states within this country.

I interrupt, “Your home was wherever you lived and your mom was always there.”

He nodded.

“You didn’t dare try to get away with too much right under your mom’s nose.”

He nodded again.

“That’s gone.  This age of two income families being a necessity makes it impossible to instill any kind of structure.  You were lucky.  I was lucky.  There was somebody there to help us along in life.  Current generations don’t have it as good.”

I could tell he needed to think about that.  His eyes looked up a little and would be looking past me if there wasn’t a wall immediately behind each of our couches.  He tries to gracefully change the subject.

And he goes down a path he’s been down many times.  It takes a minute to get there.  The moral is always the same.

“My son,” he tells me again, “puts a thousand bucks into that dumb car of his each month.”

His son is about ten years younger than I am.  His son shares an apartment.  Both of his sons share an apartment.  Separately.  His youngest doesn’t drive.  Refuses to be responsible for that kind of expense and responsibility.

I know what his next line is.  He’s said it many times.

“I drive a P.O.S. and I’m just fine.  Anybody can drive a P.O.S. if I can.”

My car is parked just outside the glass door we are sitting beside.  I purchased it brand new a few years back.

He dresses the same nearly every day.  Under his ZZ Top style beard is a polo shirt.  I imagine his closet being a series of these polo shirts.  Several colors.  Lined up.  He was raised to be practical.  He was raised without any political correctness.  He was raised completely blue collar.  He is tolerant.  He can’t stand Trump.  But he has a lot to learn.

His standard issue Dickies shorts finish off his attire.  He wears those daily as well.  If I hadn’t seen his sons wear the exact same shorts day in and day out as well, I might argue that he doesn’t wear them for any other reason than they are practical.

One of his feet is larger than the other in order to create support.  The ankle on a prosthetic leg hasn’t been perfected.  At least not on his.  Diabetes took his leg a few years ago.  It is far easier to get ready with these shorts than to try and pull his foot through long pants.

I look out at my car, “No.  We don’t all have to drive a P.O.S. like you.  You’ve made that decision and that’s good.”

I pause and think about a person I worked with a decade ago.  He once told me that he always buys $30 shoes from Wal-Mart and always will.  This may be a generational thing.  I’m not sure.  It’s worth it for me to spend money on shoes which will not destroy my feet.  I’m on my feet much of my day and I have wide feet.  I won’t skimp.

I continue.

“It’s about quality of life.  I understand what you’re saying, but let’s be realistic.  Things aren’t the same.  There’s no retirement for me.  There’s no retirement for your sons.  Wages are stagnant.  Shit is more expensive.  Opportunity is slim.”

He nodded.  I’m assuming his surgery and meds and prosthetic leg and whatever else didn’t hit him as hard it could me someday.  Or maybe it did.  I’m not sure what the military provided him.  How much his health care covered.

I looked at him, “I’m considering getting a new camera.  I may never be able to truly afford one and maybe I have no business spending my money on something like that.  But taking pictures is something I truly enjoy.  If it improves my quality of life, at my age, I’m doing it.”

He paused.

“I’m not sure how the cameras have changed since I owned one with all the lenses and shit.”

I could tell the conversation would end there.  And that was fine.  It didn’t need to continue.  But I believe I can end every single conversation with one idea.

It’s the economy.

I heard somebody on the television use the term “theater of the absurd” about the Trump White House.  Captain Chaos.  They have all sorts of descriptions which get passed around from commentator to commentator.

I turn on the news and look up on occasion as I edit some pictures taken with my camera yesterday while listening to music.  I look up and there are rows of boxes each with a head in it reacting to the words of a head in another box.  All the heads in boxes putting on a puppet show about Russia’s influence on the election.

I don’t think I’m wrong.  I still believe that we cannot be offended when corporations drive our elections and the news cycle.  Many of these corporations have investments in other countries.  Wal-Mart used its influence to make it easier to import from other countries in order to increase profits while keeping costs down.

Amazon is striking tax deals all over the country while they are getting close to being worth one trillion dollars.

Teachers are striking for better pay.

Nazis are rallying in a Southern state.

And while I’ve written this I would be ashamed to know just how many people were shot dead as my fingers danced across the keyboard.

The theater of the absurd is in front of us every single day.

The theater of the absurd is blaming the election on a handful of memes and social media.

The theater of the absurd is on every channel all day.

There’s a presentation to it and we all sit and watch.  We all take it in so seriously.

But we all seem to miss the point.

The theater of the absurd is everywhere.  We should be providing people with basic human rights.  We should not be doing everything in our power to repress 80% of the population.

There is no such thing as simply working hard to achieve your goals anymore.

I’m not sure that ever truly existed.

It’s always been theater.

It’s always the economy.


Know Your Role

This is a post about media in our capitalist society and the damaging impact it has done to the world in which we live.  I’m writing this as a person who resides on the far left of the spectrum.  If you believe that politics and policy reside on a two dimensional line.

Now it’s your choice if you wish to read on.

The media acts as if it’s America’s muse.  Delivering to it what it really wants to happen by thinly veiling their intentions as news.

The media sat down and read a book on how to play jedi mind tricks like Yoda, but isn’t really good at it.  Did Russia influence our elections?  We don’t know, but will examine the situation for the next four hours solid.

The media pretends as if they are the parents in the room, but refuse to admit that Santa is not real when confronted.

I don’t think any of this is really news to the people of this country.

This is why Trump has not lost the support he had a year ago.

This is exactly why all factions of politicians can take shots at the press.  This why virtually nobody but centrist thinkers are skeptical of reporting.

The media convinced America that Iraq was necessary.  The media didn’t warn America of the pending recession even though it was blatantly obvious what was going to happen.  They put Donald Trump on television constantly and gave him unlimited airtime.  The fact that the press was negative toward the orange wonder only gave Trump supporters the proof they needed.  The media continues to push this Russian story.

The media has not focused on jobs or DAPL or the continued dealings of an unchecked Wall Street.  They have tried to run the narrative by reporting on what they want you to hear.

And the people who are struggling day in and day out have lost all interest.  People, it turns out, just want to make ends meet.  They just want a job and health care and an occasional vacation.

You continue to tell us that each tooth means a quarter under the pillow in the morning, but we are like a teenager whose eyes glaze over with each and every statement which has happened.

The media is not the muse.

The media is not Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The media is the boy who cried wolf.

The media is Eddie Haskell.

America wants to know what the angle is with each and every story that runs.  Especially when it has been aired for months and nothing has happened.

No smoking gun.

Stop telling me that you’re reporting on my best interests when you’re not.

If anything, the constant negative coverage has actually empowered Trump and his base because the media is being proven to be the biased machine that has always been perceived they are.

I don’t like Trump’s agenda.  I think the Republicans are awful people.

I think the fact that the media reports the way they do is proof that capitalism is a dysfunctional system that needs better checks in order to be successful for the common person.

The media reports on the concerns of the wealthy and empowered.

The media runs cover when they are supposed to be exposing the truth.

Trump’s approval rating has gone down, but not really below the level of those who supported him in the first place.  The fact is that the media has strengthened the views of Trump supporters.

The fact is that the media and Congress are so out of touch with the common person and their needs that people have no choice but to rally against their own interests.

They are basically saying, I saw you hid the eggs, dad.

We all believe what we want to believe.  There are so many ways of getting exactly what we need to hear in order to justify our beliefs in today’s world.  And the only people to blame for some of the misinformation that is being spread by alternative news sources is the misdirection and misinformation being repeated on the television supported by large money on any given day.

I realize that corporations are now people.  But they really aren’t, so they need a face.  They need somebody to represent and present their views so that they can get what they want.

That’s why Sean Hannity, Joy Reid, Rachel Maddow, Wolf Blitzer, and all the rest even exist.  They were invented and propped up in order to push the agenda of the people who cut them checks.

Not to help the people who need help most.

If CNN really wanted to cut Trump down, they should go after policy.  They should report what happens.  They should report on jobs.  They should create a narrative conducive to helping the average person.  No sensationalism.

The centrists are licking their chops at an impeachment hearing.  Best ratings ever.

They should not weaken our system any more.

So I encourage you.

Find a reliable source.  Find news.

And to the media:  just fucking stop.  You’re turning the country against their own interests.

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.


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.

This DNC Fraud Case

I’m going to link to Zach Haller’s article on it.  Mostly because I’ve been following him and his work reading the transcripts on the case.

Oh, wait, you didn’t know that the DNC fraud lawsuit had started?

Here’s the problem with the way the media runs its organizations.  They don’t report on news.  They report what they want you to hear regardless of whether or not it is a major story.

Are Trump’s tweets important?  Somewhat.  But at some point CNN shouldn’t run the “Breaking News” graphic every single time Donald Trump’s little thumb gets itchy.

Not only that, but the major news outlets were complicit in ensuring the DNC put the candidate of their choice and not the candidate of the people as the nominee.

If you didn’t immediately click the link above, let me give you the single most important piece of the defense’s argument.


There you have it.  And I remember Joy Reid arguing this exact same point last year.  She said it’s not up to the people.  That’s why the DNC has Super Delegates.  She said that the DNC is a private organization and the people are part of the private organization and they get to choose their nominee.

Well I’m not cool enough to belong to any clubs.  In fact, I can’t see myself doing much more than taking over a club.

Joy Reid is a part of the neoliberal club.  She is a very important member of it and has a voice in the media.  I would argue that virtually every liberal who speaks on mainstream television is a neoliberal.  There’s not much room for anybody but corporate Democrats on television.

I’m not going to write a ton on this.  This is information and more information can be found if you wish to find it.  A determination won’t be made for quite some time.

My takeaway?  It’s simple.

Media bias is a big deal.  They have an agenda and that agenda comes from the people who write the checks.  I’m tired of hearing about how all the reporters are liberal.  It’s not true and it does not matter.  The people on television deliver only the information they are allowed to deliver.

Why none of them are delivering this information.

You may remember how Donna Brazille gave Hillary Clinton some of the questions she would be asked before a debate with Bernie Sanders.  And then Brazille became the interim DNC Chair.

Honestly, the media loves having Trump as president because he helps them fill in their exhausting 24 hours.  Well, between that and Lockup or Anthony Bourdaine.

The other reason this is of interest to me?

People donated their hard earned cash.

People sent money to the candidate they wanted to win.  They believed they were helping get elected their candidate of choice.  They should have been given the truth and allowed to keep the money we all work very hard for in their pockets.  Because we all hate being conned.  We all hate being lied to.


Maybe the whole thing was fair and on the up and up?


But if it was, I truly believe it would be covered by the media.

One thing we, as a nation, need to do is stop lying to the people and stop trying to convince everybody they live in a democracy.

We’ll see how this shakes out next year and in 2020.

Our (Not So) Secret Addiction

It’s time to take a good look in the mirror.

Because this addiction may be destroying us.  All of us.

More people than we ever expected are afflicted by it.

Nearly the rest are complicit.  Even encouraging further abuse.

We revel in the addiction that will soon bring this entire society down if we are not careful.  I believe we are that close.

There is no 12 step program.  There is no support group.

We either remove the addiction from all of our lives or we let it destroy us.

I first learned of this epidemic when I was a young child.

I then saw it celebrated and often.

I saw how crippling it could be when I was a young adult.  It usually only cripples the decision making skills of the addicted.  The decisions cripple others.

It gets passed down from generation to generation.

Fathers to offspring.  To their offspring.  An endless cycle.

And they have taken extraordinary steps to ensure there is no cure.  In fact, we have given this addiction, this epidemic, this mental virus more power over all of us.

Every President I can remember has this problem.

Most of the rest of the government.  People on the streets.  People even dream of becoming powerless to it.  Owned by it.

And just like every other addiction in the world, the problem exists in the fact that those who suffer from excessive greed don’t know when to stop.  They don’t know when they’ve had enough and refuse to admit even if they do see.  They are useless to recognize when they are harming others and society.  They make excuses.  They cover it up.  They lie.

Or, like many other addictions, they simply don’t care what you think about their problem.

When I was very young, my dad would tell me that somebody couldn’t be rich unless they were smart or successful.  Even at a young age this didn’t seem right.  There’s a lot of talented and smart people out there who were not wealthy.

In fact, didn’t my dad see the hypocrisy of his own statement on the matter?  He wasn’t, by any stretch, stupid.

Every adult dreamed of coming up with that one good idea like the Pet Rock.  Hardly an idea.  More like a con.

But that’s the American Dream, right?  I never really thought of it as being able to purchase a house or be able to live a life debt free and take vacations and raise children to have hope.  Because that’s hardly our generation.  It’s definitely not my children’s generation.

The disease has gone too far.

By the time I was a teenager, there was the constant yelling about Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.  This was a thing.  We worshiped their addiction so much that we watched it on television.  And that hasn’t ended.  Every reality show is just pampering to the addicted.  These people can’t get enough until we take it away.

How crazy is it that we encourage them to flaunt their addiction?  Because all they wanted to do after that was impress everybody more.  Look at this.  Look how I own this.  Even though I don’t need it.

It became an epidemic.  People would soon be harming themselves with this disease.  People would run lines of credit and further empower the haves.  But they had to.  They wanted everything they saw on television.

It’s as if they were helpless.  Powerless.  Willing to sacrifice everything just to be seen in others’ eyes as something more than they are.  The addiction grew to proportions never once though could be possible.

Full of ego and greed, people set out to destroy everything.

Just for another fix.

Just for a little more.

One more hit of cash.  Even if it’s only on paper.

Ruin others’ lives if you have to.  What do they matter?

See Enron.

Goldman Sachs.

Prime loans.

War after war.

Citizens United.

How are we any different from a totalitarian state at this point?  A totalitarian state controls the news.  With Citizens United, corporations own the media and are now considered people who can control the government.  Modus ponens says that we are a totalitarian state since corporations control the state and the media.

The media praises war because war allows the wealthy to make more money off the people.  The wealthy pay the salaries of the media.  Not mine.

Our dependency on oil will never go away because of this addiction.  If ever a greater example of addiction to money and greed, go not further than the Koch Brothers and other big oil elite.  They are so deep in it that they give away money to get others addicted.

And once you’re hooked.  Tell me about the integrity of all those politicians.  They are nothing but junkies hoping for another fix.

Take a good look in the mirror, America.

What you’ll see is an orange money junkie who will lie, cheat, and steal in order to get another fix.

You built and encouraged this shameful version of ourselves by not stopping this addiction sooner.  You encouraged it.  You always dreamed of being it.

You haven’t really looked at the mirror in a long time have you?

You haven’t seen how bad you have become?  You missed all those steps and waited until we were just about to hit bottom.

Shaking and trembling with each and every fix, you forgot to check yourself.

Those shiny lights of a Hollywood “star” got you all worked up and you told yourself you could control it.  Everything was so exciting and you all went out to max out your credit cards.  It was so exciting.

There was the young charismatic leader who built for profit prisons and created a temporary boom that would make you all feel good about yourselves even though he was exporting your jobs to other countries.  You didn’t care.  It all felt so good.

Hollywood and charismatic was followed by inherited wealth and war.  Many wars.  And home lending corruption.  We thought it couldn’t get any worse.  Unless we follow up another young charismatic Hollywood type with a greater example of inherited wealth.

So what are you going to do?

Sink into the oblivion with your pennies and excite at the life of those who destroyed everything that was once good?

Or change everything.

I say we stop enabling.  Stop excusing.  Stop denying.

First step is to look in the mirror and admit there is a problem.

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.


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.