"I have solved this political dilemma in a very direct way: I don't vote. On Election Day, I stay home. I firmly believe that if you vote, you have no right to complain. Now, some people like to twist that around. They say, 'If you don't vote, you have no right to complain,' but where's the logic in that? If you vote, and you elect dishonest, incompetent politicians, and they get into office and screw everything up, you are responsible for what they have done. You voted them in. You caused the problem. You have no right to complain. I, on the other hand, who did not vote -- who did not even leave the house on Election Day -- am in no way responsible for that these politicians have done and have every right to complain about the mess that you created."
Yeah, I quote George Carlin a lot. So. f*ck you if you don't like it. That was George, not me. I have been curbing the profanity lately. Trimming my work a bit. But when I hear the voice I must write down the words. That's the deal I have with those guys. They guide me with the writing development and I allow them to say a couple words every now and again. Like with Charles Bukowski, I will be attending the horse races next month. My friends and I will have a wonderful day "betting the ponies," consuming one dollar... everything while watching all the characters who are called "regulars." Therefore, if you get offended by something I write from here on out, just know it's no longer me saying it.
When I hear people speak and I think they're full of sh*t, I hear George in my left-ear and Bill Hicks in my right.
Yes, I hear voices. Literally. They guide me. No, I am not schizophrenic... I don't believe I am anyway. No psychologist has ever diagnosed me as such, so I doubt that I'm suffering from the physiological condition. This only allows me to conclude I am a writer. Since the age-of-33 I have suspected as much. I read a book on "who is a 'writer?,'" and found this may be the case. The book asked twelve questions, and if you answered three-out-of-twelve the "correct" way, you probably weren't a writer. You may like to write, but you're most likely not obsessed with the idea of doing it for a living or having to jot every useless item in your head to paper of screen. If you answered six-out-of-twelve there is a strong possibility you may like writing more than just for hobby's sake. Anything over six is a strong indicator pointing to writer being the chosen profession; I scored nine-out-of-twelve.
That set me off in the writer's direction. Actually, I had already been going in that direction for some time. Since I was seven-years-old and figured it all out, sorta. I don't know everything, but I knew enough from the actions of others, being forced to do so since I was basically silenced because I was a "kid." "Kids are better seen and not heard" I heard growing up. Sure, they said it tongue in cheek, but they weren't kidding. I took them seriously. So I shut up and listened... I observed behavior opposite of the teachings. And then I began seeing it all over the place. Then taking off for the road when I was 17. Seeing Texas, Florida, and other various states, via my thumb, was a learning process in more ways than one.
I was packing away source material and did not know it. I believed, for years, I was merely wasting my time, working hard and playing harder, but I was gathering information for my book, apparently. Short stories come flying out of me all the time and it's because of something I remember from when I was a kid, in some far away place, in some far away land, trying to figure out life and how I was going to fit in it. A lot like those lost (artist) kids I see on Shattuck and Telegraph Avenue s, respectively. They are simply waiting it out. Some of them will make it, some of them will not. Just like winning the "lottery of life," simply being born was a major hurdle, as we literally beat out millions upon millions of other sperm for this coveted spot existing on a perpetual toilet of our own design and application.
My teachers, my mentors, everyone became subjective. All morals were on a sliding-scale? You're raised to believe in "principles" and "integrity" and then you're told to put those two things away when you actually need them; when times are at their worst. When true character and integrity shows up when everyone screams at you to do the opposite thing. Don't take my word for it, look at the history books. They are chock full of examples of extraordinary people turning convention on its head, thumbing their noses at society and all their fear-based, greed-tarred cynicism.
Any "great accomplishment" from our history books came from those such folks. Those who looked to other Brave Souls for advice. Using their words, art, whatever the discipline, as inspiration to carry that fallen torch until the next bullet is loaded, noose is tightened, or stake is lit up, so the next Brave Soul (Artist) down the line can pick it up that much closer to the target: Justice.
The Framers of this nation, the United States of America were considered "Treasonous!" and, if caught by the King's Red Coats, would have been tried on that charge plus "Sedition." Both of which carried (and still do) a sentence of "death." We're raised to revere (no pun intended) these men and women (Behind the scenes until Elizabeth Gurley Flynn, that is.) and then we're told what they did happened in a vacuum and should never be tried again?
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is it's natural manure."
-Thomas Jefferson (1743--1826)
Do those words mean anything to anyone? They do to me. I understand what he says there. He understands that government is inherently corrupt because men (and women) run it, and men (and women) are inherently corrupt. We need safeguards or "regulations" put in place to keep us honest, otherwise every one of us (by the way) will fall into this world of corruption through societal-type pressuring, a lot like bullying for adults, and employ any logic we like because our ends are justified by the means, which is insane, if used as a one-size-fits-all approach.
"Even in situations where the application should be 'black and white,' there may still be 'shades of gray.'"
I believe that both "means justifies the ends" and "ends justifies the means" can apply in the same world at different times for different reasons. What I am saying is this: nothing is cemented in stone. Even my logic, yes. Even though I think it is applied correctly, when discussing property over human beings as a subject. I am always going to side on the human over the property when pushed into a corner, like we have. I would rather co-exist, actually. And I think we could, if people in charge would show some initiative and imagination. And the imagination part is larger to the cause than they want to admit or acknowledge.
Again, I heard tourists from other parts of our nation say things like, "Wow, look, 'Hippies'!" And I see people interacting with a lot of these artists who take donations for jewelery and paintings and other artistic stuff. If the city would simply work with them on the permits, have them pay weekly, have a low-income permit, until they can achieve the regularly-priced permits, that would go a long way in helping out here. Instead of spending millions on a faulty ordinance, making the act of sitting on the public sidewalk "illegal," just to harass these kids (and others), so you can "gentrify" the people as well as the space?
People need to be brave and stop doing the bidding of the wrong side, simply because that side waves capital in their faces and they "need it." Sometimes the "best option" isn't always the best option. It just means it's the "easiest" option. And easiest doesn't always bear fruit. In fact, "nothing good comes easy" comes to mind. Working hard for it should matter, I agree. I am a "hard worker." Always have been. You can say I'm Anti-Social (I do) all day long and I have no problem with that, but don't tell me I don't bust my ass, because I do. Any type work I have ever done, whether it's construction where I dig "footers" all day long, in 112 degree whether, 4,235 feet above sea level (Wendover, Nevada or 'Bonneville Salt Flats'), laying out and tying rebar, or installing retaining walls, cabinets, installing seats in sports arenas, using a jack hammer, tamper, driving loads of whatever state to state... I bust my ass doing it.
At this moment of my life, however, my "job" is writing, writing and more writing. That is my current station in life, and I am fine with it. Again, I am the tortoise (always have been) and I live in a hare-crazy world. Everyone is in a big hurry and I am not. I like to go places, sure, but not go places while running in circles. That's insanity. That's no fun. That's a burden to my health. I don't think I wanna do that. I think I'll keep doing what I want, since I know myself better than anyone trying to give me advice. And no offense to advice givers, but some of you guys have issues with your own lives. Just sayin'... I love you all, but....
Hey, I'm wrong, at times. I'm not able to do that levitation over water trick, yet. I'm working on it, but right now I can't even do a simple card trick. But I am not afraid to be wrong. Our culture has adopted this frightening philosophy that "losing face" is so intolerable that it's to be avoided at all costs, even if that cost is our own development as human beings. And the reasoning isn't honorable, like with the Japanese and "Seppuku" or more commonly known as here in the states: "Harakiri."
At least with them their reasoning had honor. Their "crimes" were something they did that was shameful to their families and/or villages. This was taken seriously so that people would keep on the "right path." In today's world it seems barbaric and nonsensical, but when you look at our culture today, and how we've perverted even that simple idea to include not wishing to lose or being wrong, then it becomes noxious. Being wrong is okay, everyone. Admitting you're wrong is okay, too. I do it daily. Not only when others point out my flaws but when I notice as well. I see my hiccups. And I tell myself to not repeat them; to do so is the opposite of "wisdom." I believe when you cease making the same mistakes over and over that is what you gain: wisdom, while losing the insanity of expecting different results.
These (universal) rules apply to us all. We don't all employ them, because again, we are all at different places in our lives, doing different things, behaving differently (and indifferently), as opposed to others at the same and different times. We are all ages, and this does not help with the cohesiveness of our species. Some of us are aware, some of us are not aware, yet. And simply being aware does not mean we know it all. It means our eyes are open to the realities of life and are not afraid to say no to them. The veneer has slid off and on and off the cracker. It's over for people like us. We can't undo it. Once you learn certain realities of the world you cannot put those slippery worms back in that rusty can.
And voting... yeah, again, you have a "choice." Which way you want it. Bullet or rope? These days, however, there are more options for who you want to screw you. You can add: nuked, droned, starved, tortured, ignored, and quietly shooed from the downtown area to the list as well. We do have more candidates from more parties. Like the Occupy Movement, only everyone involved on Capitol Hill receives payment via provocateur, installed by the 0.001% as a ruse for people to cling on to, like their thoughts of ever achieving the "American Dream," a distant Lie sold as a Virtue, something this country used to think it had.
"That's why they call it the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it."
"- George Carlin