Since just about everyone is a pussy, I’ve recently been hearing, from just about everyone, “Not all Trump supporters are racists but all racists are Trump supporters.”
But since I’m not a pussy, I’ll just go ahead and say what you’ll never hear on TV:
All Trump supporters are racists.
Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.
If a person still voted for this small man after listening to his anti-Muslim, anti-Mexican, and anti-immigration loud-mouthing during the campaign, they’re a racist (not to mention his childish boasting, relentless fear mongering, gross sexism, obvious misogyny, sophomoric knowledge of government and governing, and anti-Semitism – Make America Great Again is actually anti Jewish – go look it up).
Even if they don’t align with any of the above, they’re still racist for condoning it with their vote.
You didn’t like Hillary?
You should have given Fox News a break for five minutes and gone to an independent, fact checked website and learned the truth.
And I just can’t wait for the people who will comment on this post with Benghazi, emails, and/or Ukraine. Go look that up too – no uranium was ever sold.
And here’s another thing you won’t hear often: racism isn’t just on the fringes of our society. American isn’t better than that.
Racism is goddamn everywhere.
Once someone feels it’s safe to say what they really feel, racism oozes out out of their faces like puss from a pimple.
Last night, to make conversation, I said to my Uber driver, “Remember that ice cream place that used to be over there?”
So, I followed up with, “That older Israeli couple owned it. They were so sweet.”
Now get this: she literally turned around, while driving, and said, “Are you joking or not?”
She was feeling me out. For sure. 100%.
And my Uber driver on the way home asked where I lived when I first got down to Florida. I said Miami.
He said, “Oh, that was back when there were still white people down there.”
Racists are Trump’s base.
Racists, claiming to Christian.
Which leads me to my new theory: Jesus allowed himself to be killed. In the most gruesome way imaginable.
Because he knew his followers of the future wouldn’t deserve him.
I hope one day they will.
Love thy neighbor. It’s that simple.
(I’m sorry, but only a little, for my headline. Yes, I was trying to get people to read this. And just maybe, someone who needs to, will.)
P.S. I really don’t mean to make anyone feel bad. I’m sorry if you feel insulted. This is just tough love for my neighbor. But I promise you, it’s love. And whoever you are, I love you.
What’s the big shock over recent news?
The United States of America was born in the butchering of Native American Indians.
The United States of America profited on the whipped, bloody backs of millions of enslaved Africans.
And 61,900,651 voted for Donald Trump.
The only people we should be pointing fingers at, are ourselves.
As my dad used to say, “We have met the enemy, and it is us.”
Is God good?
Well, I found a blue, LIVESTRONG type bracelet saying GOD IS GOOD lying lost, or maybe flung to the floor, of a handicapped parking space.
This sums up, and maybe for some, even answers the question.
Maybe God isn’t good. Or isn’t bad.
Maybe, God just is.
Or then again, isn’t.
Who’s to know?
Don’t read this if you’re not interested in cleaning out your consciousness.
Okay, thanks for sticking around.
Today, while walking into Panera Bread, I slightly smiled when I saw the storefront next door because I thought it said Exit Reality.
But alas, as you can see from the photo, it’s just a real estate agency named Exit Realty.
But before we continue, yes, I know I’m cheating on Starbucks.
Anyway… I’m bothering to bring this up because there’s an important point to be made about human suffering.
Most of human suffering is caused by the thinking mind. And the only way out of this suffering is too deny reality. Exit it. By accepting a new reality. The real reality.
Do I know what that looks like and how to get there?
And there’s only one thing you need to do in order to sense the real reality as well:
You just have to allow yourself to listen to me share with you what took me over twenty years to discover. It probably won’t be similar to anything you’ve ever heard before about existence. Click the link below or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you’re at all intrigued. I promise, you won’t regret it. And maybe, just maybe, the rest of your life is hinging on it.
With that, I was just getting a refill of iced coffee and I had to wait for a few moments for the half & half because an older gentleman in front of me was slowly adding it to his coffee.
He noticed me and made an effort to hurry it along.
I said, “Take your time. I’m in no rush at all.”
To which he said, without making eye contact because he was concentrating on securing a lid to his cup, “You’ll live a long time with that attitude.”
I answered, “I don’t know about that, but life is definitely too short to make someone feel rushed over milk.”
After I lightened my coffee, I added, “Okay man, have a good one.”
He said, this time with eye contact, “You too. God bless you.”
And that, right there, was more than enough reason to be alive for today.
I am so grateful for this lovely little exchange. And so grateful for anyone reading this who also finds it lovely.
take care, as in, really, take care,
It’s been said that we make plans and God laughs.
This might be true.
And if it is, the larger, almost incomprehensible truth behind this truth is that God plans for us to make plans.
So, where does this leave you and me in this moment?
Having the last laugh.
Let’s enjoy it while it lasts.
Have you seen this goddamn bumper sticker?
Cross equals heart.
How many of these people broadcasting this on their cars do you think are Republican?
Because I have a bit of news for you.
I hope you’re sitting down.
You can’t, no matter how you try to explain yourself, vote for people who vote to strip healthcare from millions of people in order to give tax cuts to the ultra wealthy, and call yourself a Christian.
Actually, you can call yourself whatever the fuck you want, but you surely aren’t a follower of Jesus.
You are, in fact, the exact antithesis of it.
How dare you?
Really, how dare you?
I am sickened by your hypocrisy and your greed and your hate.
But, you literally don’t know what you do. You literally can’t control it.
Until you can.
So, I just sit here, in gratefulness, for the fact that I automatically love my neighbor as if he/she is me. And I’m also so grateful that, for the most part, the people reading this right this second are orchestrated similarly.
“No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. YOU CANNOT SERVE BOTH GOD AND MONEY”
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
– Charles Bukowski
Today is my dad’s birthday. I miss him. Right down to the bone marrow, I miss him.
And sometimes I don’t even want to live anymore either.
But not because I miss him so much. That would just be weak.
Rather because, the lifeblood flowing through our society’s veins is commerce when it should be kindness. And sometimes that heaviness is just too much for me to bear.
Especially since we all share the same destiny.
But here I shall stay because, well, there’s much work to be done.
And by “work” I mean: sensing beauty when I can and more importantly, adding beauty when I can.
Maybe you will consider the same.
The crazy thing is, my mom wouldn’t have had the good time she had today if my dad didn’t die from brain cancer a few years ago.
How’s that for an opening sentence?
Got your attention now, don’t I, you squirrelly bastards…
I just got off the phone with my mom. She played golf somewhere on Long Island today.
She played awfully, since she’s a rookie, but had a lovely day laughing with the ladies she recently met at the gym.
It’s crazy because there’s no way in hell, or even in heaven, today would have unfolded the way it did for my mom if my dad was still around.
They would have been at the beach. Or taking a drive somewhere. Or just sitting around the house together.
And I’m certainly not saying she’s happier to have the opportunity to play with friends and go on little adventures by herself. Neither of us are.
We’re both just relieved that she’s recovered.
Ahhhh to get chocked up in Starbucks while I write to you, dear reader. Something I’ve grown accustomed to.
So, I said supportively to my mom, “That’s so great that you had fun today.”
To which she said, “Well, I’m making it happen. I’m taking control.”
My God I love when marionettes say this. It’s just about my fav. But that’s a discussion for another time.
For now, “my” strings are being pulled to have this come from these keystrokes: I hate how hard it is to just exist sometimes. Hate. None of us asked to be here. But with that, my love for love
is infinitely more powerful. And I didn’t ask for that either, but I’m so goddamn grateful my cells and soul are arranged this way. And I’ve got more than enough to share with you. So please, in this moment, take a breath with me.
In exchange, all I ask from you is this – the next time you have a choice between kindness and selfishness, please choose kindness.
Because kindness is selflessness.
And selflessness is the operating system of this universe.
Like it or not.