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Baby Teeth


The world is growing up.

Living has a way of creating a set of expectations.

When you are a child, you think you will have your teeth forever.

Then one day one of them comes loose and soon they are all falling out.

Your expectation did not match reality.

Most of us believe in the stories told by those in authority over us individually in our early years our parents, our caretakers.

These stories we naturally believe to be true.

Why would our parents lie to us?

An example story that holds water is someday you will have a job.

Most of us get some level of education, and from there we make choices and pursue a career.

Life sometimes throws us a curve ball and instead of a career with a 9 to 5 job we get an hourly wage at a fast food joint.

When we were told we would grow up to have a career and we dreamed what that career would be the difference between reality and our dream can be strikingly different can it not?

Right now you and I are living in a time of change.

We are witness to what I'm calling a clash of expectations.

Each of us expected our lives and the world to work one way only to be confronted with something very different.

That difference is Reality.

This clash of expectations today occurs because we for the first time in history can have the truth as well as lies delivered into our hands and into our minds instantly.

Steve Jobs wanted to put the power of the computer into everyone's hands.

He saw it as a way of incorporating, of blending together, of merging the human race in way specific manner to embrace the harmony of humanity through knowledge.

He helped usher in the communication age.

People like Buckminster Fuller saw that the desktop computer was going to be the most revolutionary power to pull all aspects of humanity onto a critical path of knowledge.

For the very first time in human history, humanity would be able to know information instantly.


Joseph Campbell, on the other hand, saw a canyon opening up in humanity's future.

As Arthur C. Clarke put it, humanity was coming to its own childhood's end.

It was going to lose its baby teeth.

Campbell rightly witnessed the end of humanity's transitional traditions.

When I was a child, I thought like a child, and when I became an adult, I thought as an adult.

Childish things are to be put away when we become adults.

Campbell saw that the world over had lost those cultural traditions which told the child previously that now you are no longer a child now you are an adult.

As the adult, you are responsible for the common good of the whole.

Children conversely are only concerned with their own happiness, their own welfare and are selfish.

Previously in the West, this time of transition from childhood to adulthood was called the age of responsibility.

When a person reached the age of eight or thereabouts the child was recognized by the adults in the community as being able to understand the difference between right and wrong.

Being aware of that difference meant they could be held responsible for their actions not only for themselves but for the community.

The individual left behind their childhood and took on the role of the adult to support and defend the common good.

Our modern society has allowed that tenant of humanity, what it means to be a human and an adult to drift away much like Wilson the soccer ball did in the film Castaway.

Today we allow 40-year-old grown children to act out in public precisely as if they were toddlers.

Somehow collectively we are afraid to tell these adults to put away their toys, clean up their rooms and behave like an adult.

There is obviously a whole host of issues that these childish expectations from these childish adults can come into conflict with reality.

I deserve a trophy!

I will marry prince charming!

I will have the perfect career!

I'm always right, you're always wrong!

You can't make me!

I'm winning you're not!

I'm better than you!

It's mine!



The Child/Adult can resist growing and being responsible for more than just their selfish interests well into their 80's.

However, one day they will have to face Reality.

The truth.

We only get one chance at life and sitting at the children's table living as a petulant child tyrant is a sad existence.

A sad existence for the child and the parents.

In America today we find many people who we have previously elected to office that demonstrate that they are still children.

These representatives of ours whine, they stomp their feet, they cry out, these Senators are throwing a tantrum because they refuse to do the chore that they were sent to elected Office to do.

Their expectations of power and prestige as a member of a representational government has come into conflict with the reality of which is more critical their self-interests or the Constitution?

They resent that they must serve the Constitution and not solely themselves.

The Constitution which is written for We the people, not I the indulged child/adult.

At the head of our government currently sits a particular kind of a spoiled brat.

Indulged throughout his life, never told he was wrong by those beneath him, he believes himself to be his own law, his own justice, his own judge.

He has an expectation that his world cannot be challenged.

It's time that the adults in the room introduce this child President to reality.

It's time to give him a time out.



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More Than A Feeling


America has a problem, and it appears to be us.

One step forward, two steps back.

That's right.

One step forward, two steps back.

The problem that America has did not arrive with the election of the current President.

There has been a sickness at the center of the American heart that we as a people have ignored generation after generation.

Just like our physical health, the mental health of America is not what it can be.

There is obviously something broken in our will.

There is obviously something overheated in our choices.

There is obviously something falling apart at the center of our idea of justice, of fairness, of the common good.

At least half of the population of our nation live in a world without hope.

I don't mean they can't live day by day but to tell you the truth that's just what I mean.

If all you are doing each day is just getting by, just living, lust living because you have lost hope for your future, you are living in a purgatory.

You are working hard each day but getting nowhere.

You feel your head slipping under the surface of the waters of life.

You are choking on the words of promises not kept by those entrusted with your vote.

On the other hand…

The condition of America's mental health is not held solely contingent upon the actions of others, we the people are also responsible for letting our conscious get so distorted.

Loss of income, loss of job opportunities are a part of life.

They always have been.

There have been places and times in the past where economic opportunity failed the people and created a fertile ground in which political opportunists and tyrants ransacked and destroyed nations.

They plunged their populations into wars blaming others for their own financial and moral circumstance.

It's easy to say the devil made me do it then it is to take personal responsibility for your own failing.

Yet here in America we the people have always understood that the good of the many is extended to the few and to the one.

Our great American experiment is about a nation of many living together through thick and thin.

That our strength is we leave no one behind.

The rich, the poor, the healthy, the sick, the old, the young and all the colors of humanity working together to make a better nation, a better world, a better life for each other.

So here we are at this time and this place in America.

The times they are a changing yet again.

Today instantly people can unite or divide over a single Tweet.

Words matter.

Words can make people swallow hate or words can lift them out of fear and give them hope.

Each of us has a responsibility to the nation and to each other.

We need to give each other hope.

What can hope be?

Hope can be if you become sick you can't lose your home.

Hope can come from not being afraid your child will be killed in their classroom.

Hope can be working hard and earning a living to pay your bills with a little extra left in your pocket.

Hope can be coming out of the shadows of racism, misogyny, sexual bias and contributing without fear of economic and social retribution.

Hope can be an educational safety net that if your career opportunities change your new education is free.

None of these ideas to bring hope are new.

No, they are not.

They have been there since the foundations of this republic.

We the People of the United States, in Order, to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity.

All that means is we believe that hope belongs to everyone.

The more justice, the more peace, the more security, the more common good, the blessing of love and hope will be had by this generation and the generations to come.

Who doesn't want that?

Who would work against that?

Those that thrive that feed off of fear that's who.

Fear is power and for those who either want control or want to retain it fear is the thing that is fed.

Fear can do a lot.

It can build walls.

It can start wars.

It can starve people.

It can stop dreams.

It can destroy compassion.

It can throw down honor.

It can drown duty.

Fear is the enemy of hope.

More than a feeling, hope is the foundation of America.

After all this time, after all the people who have fought for, died for and have stood for what this nation stands for, we are not the generation to turn its back.


Let us each one of us ask of ourselves and of our neighbors to do better.

Not just for ourselves, but for all those generations yet to come.

Let us each in our way drop hate and lift up hope for all.



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Fear creates false stories.

If you are afraid, you are willing to believe the worse of the thing you are scared of.

It has been going on in the minds of humanity for a very long time.

Entire faiths, entire societies are based upon fear.

Fear of death.

Fear of the stranger.

Fear of new ideas.

Fear of change.

Fear of you.

That's right.

Somebody, somewhere right this very minute is afraid of you.

Of what you represent.

What do you represent?

Are you working for peace between your brother and your sister?

Or do you work against them because you don't trust them?

Or do you fall into the third thing which captures the majority of us which is you do nothing?

Fear will render the most logical person to accept the illogical.

For all of Time there has arisen out of the emotion of fear a false narrative.

A false story.

A false idea that there is a choice to be made.

Here's an example of what I'm talking about.

Upon the question of immigration we are told you must have security first then possibly consideration will be given to why undocumented immigration happens in the first place.

Why can't we do both?

We have adopted an ugly discourse of narrowly believing there is only one way to solve a problem.

We search for a magic silver bullet that we can fire off and finish off the beast.

We want to kill off the thing that makes us worry and work as quickly as possible.

I'll declare that to be a lazy, slothful way of thinking.

It ignores our reality of life.

Let me put it this way..

When your parent cleaned your bottom, did they do it only once?

Did they say I'll find the best method of cleaning my child's bottom and I'll be done with that!

They cleaned your bottom once and walked away.

They were self-satisfied that they did the job in the best, the most efficient way they knew how and never came back?


Life is about messes and how we do our duty to attend to them.

Your parent didn't have a fear of their duty to love her child.

Your parent saw it as a privilege to care for you.

As it is our privilege to care for each other.

Each of us has an ability no matter how large no matter how small and humble to reach out and care for each other.

We can both walk and talk.

We can both care and have standards.

We can praise and critique.

Fear wants us to believe there is a binary choice between yes and no when in reality we all know that the world is gray.

Our duty to each other is never-ending.

Love doesn't stop at the border.

Love doesn't stop at the patient's bedside.

Love doesn't stop at the arrest of a suspect.

Love doesn't stop at the bench before the judge.

Love doesn't stop with the words in our Constitution.

Love asks more.

Love asks you to do all things with a glad heart.

You don't get to choose on the path of love how you can segregate your heart.

The realm of good ideas all has a seat at the table of humanity.

Love demands that we do all of them together.

We do not get to choose.

Love knows we can handle it.

Only fear tells us to choose one.

Life is not like Sophie's Choice.

We are not at the point of a gun to choose the life of one of our children over another.

We do not live in a world of a Paleolithic culture having to decide which child we must sacrifice to the God's so that we can have a good crop next year.


The world has moved beyond that cultural mental restriction of child sacrifice.

Although some who feed fear want to feed that monster continually.

Blood doesn't have to be spilled for us to realize what is the right thing to do.


We can keep both children.

We can keep all children.

Hasn't the world gone through enough to realize that compassion has an enormous hug?

We can do both..

It's not difficult.

It's love.



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Straight up.

The wealthy cannibalize society by hoarding wealth and stealing its dignity.

Through all of recorded time, this has been a fact.

It has never stopped.

Please realize this fact.

It has never stopped.

Why should it?

The wealthy are a crafty type of parasite for the most part.

They feed off their host to the point of making the host weak.

But the rule for the wealthy is not to bleed the host so much that they die.

In recent centuries the French Revolution is a good point, in fact, demonstrating how the wealthy lost control of their greed.

Centuries of no justice, enslavement, destruction of the common good to enhance the coffers of the wealthy made a lot of ordinary people in France really upset.

So upset that they believed chopping the heads off the wealthy would lead them to a better society.

It got rid of the immediate problem of the local wealthy ignoring the needs of the host they were feeding on, but it wasn't a cure.

Killing is never a cure.

Government sponsored killing is a part of the cycle of justice put into place by the wealthy so that the larger society never addresses the source of the problems we all face.

People who cannot and will not share.

Some of us may recall the words of the golden rule, do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

Or as the wealthy use that same sediment but with a twist, do unto others before they do unto you.

Wealth does a terrible thing to people.

It enhances their character flaws.

Sharing is not a trait that we are born with.

It is a fact.

If you are not aware of this, then please look into the current human genome project on how we are all born selfish, Are Babies Born Good by Abigail Tucker, Smithsonian Magazine 2013.

Sharing has to be taught by caring people.

Some of us get the lesson while others are naturally predisposed to be resistant to sharing.

Sharing means to give up some of your resources to help another.

On a hostile planet with a rapidly changing environment, resources to keep you alive are critical.

It's sort of obvious why an inborn trait of not sharing would be a universal fact in all of humanity everywhere.

It allows the individual to survive and pass on its genes.

However, this biological method of survival is antimatter to a society.

Society is all about cohesion right?

Sticking together?

The rugged individual who is the self-made man who is always winning, the top dog, the alpha male, the wealthy is the complete opposite of what a community stands for.


The wealthy tell the poor we are better than you because we won't share.

So in point of fact, the wealthy are the best at being humans who survive.

They survive at the expense, the lives that they destroy.

Is there a cure, is there a way to prevent this cannibalism?

There has been a cure right in front of our faces that have been in competition with those that are self-serving.


Love is the answer.

Love derives from our better angels.

We all have the instinct not to share.

But right there from the very beginning, a whisper tapped us all on our hearts.

The wealthy shout in our faces to follow their example, to deny each other and our selves to serve them.

Some listen to those callous voices thinking they will be like them one day.

Yet in the quiet spaces of all of our lives, the voice of love asks us to do more.

Love asks not to do one thing but to do many things at the same time.

Love knows we can walk and chew gum at the same time.

Love knows we can share bread with the lost.

We can heal those who cannot pay us back.

We can protect those that cannot defend themselves.

We can lift the hopeless and hold them in our arms till they feel safe.

We can wipe away the tears.

Love is stronger and more profound than the instinct of the wealthy not to share.

Love is a code that existed in this universe long before the earth did.

Love is a code as complex or as simple as those who want to hide from it versus those who want to walk with it.

Pile a wealth that never can be taken away.




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Never Done


When we use to own a home, the North side of the house had a problem with peeling paint.

Every summer I had to get the ladder out, scrape the bubbling paint and repaint it.

Each early spring my father went out to trim the old growth on his fruit trees.

During the previous growing season, the tree would sprout sucker branches which would leach out the strength of tree and not put that energy into growing fruit.

Some days there never seems to be enough time to complete what we need to do.

That's why there's a tomorrow.

Many tasks take more than one day to accomplish.

Doing a part of the task each day with due diligence will get us to our goal.

In the late 1800s, vitamins were discovered sort of.

It was realized that some foods made people's health stronger than others, but they didn't know why.

Grand claims were made by health food hucksters of the day that they could cure anything from ingrown toenails to woman's complaint with their mixtures.

People then as now didn't go out of their comfort zone and habits.

It was known that inmates developed a sickness and death from eating just cornbread and nothing else during imprisonment but the authorities didn't know why?

It wasn't until 1912 that Casimir Funk isolated and confirmed the biochemical properties of what he termed Vitamins that the public became aware of their benefits.

However, knowledge of the right things to eat didn't flip a switch in people's diet.

Society abhors change.

People, on the whole, don't like to expend energy, do they?

For many, there has to be a crisis before they take action.

The house has to be actually on fire before they think about taking the stacked newspapers out.

People have energy at the beginning, but for most that enthusiasm dwindles with time.

They plant an herb garden and come back a few months later to see the weeds have taken over.

Our nation needs to tend to its democracy right now.

Dr. Martin Luther King admonished us all that the task of equality and justice for all wasn't going to get done in a day.

We each have our part to do.

The forces we fight will not give up.

Evil is not lazy.

Bigotry doesn't take the day off.

Racism feeds upon ignorance every day.

Injustice sprints ahead of the common good.

The weeds of intolerance grow in the fertile soil of anger and hopelessness.

Our challenge is not to succumb to apathy.

If you've never picked an acre of beans, at the start, the task seems long hot and daunting.

The sun beats you down and stings your eyes.

The fly bites your ankles and the blood flows.

You take a break, but that nagging feeling grows telling you to get up and get it done.

While you're working, a friend stops by and lends a hand.

The neighbor next door sees you working and brings you a drink of cold water.

That neighbor joins in, then the guy across the way brings a sandwich and helps with the picking too.

A community has come together of brother's and sisters, young and old, rich and poor all joining hands and hearts to share in the work.

To share in the riches.

To share in the love.

To share the burden of the task.

We will get there together, all of us one day.

Love has always been stronger than hate.

Always and in all ways.



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What Happend?


Liberace is gay.

The United States landed 12 men on the moon.

The Constitution states that the majority cannot deny the minority a right that it enjoys.

Bob Hope never won an Oscar.

There is no new border wall being built currently.

Elvis died of a prescription drug overdose.

Crime pays.

What happened?

Getting everyone onto the same page in society is difficult.

Information travels through each of our unique personal filters at various rates.

It takes time for people to have that light bulb moment, that moment of "ah-ha" to take place.

All those crazy crummy commercials we wade through each day, and at the end, you don't know what they are advertising do you?

Commercials and the people who make them rely upon the rule of thirds to get their messages across.

The first 30 times you see a commercial is just the introduction.

The second 30 times you see a commercial you realize what they are selling.

The third 30 times you see a commercial you determine if you will buy that product or service.

Marketing realizes how slow the consumer mind reacts to new information.

Do you realize how long it takes to get people to understand a fact?

Reality has an uphill battle going against it.

I mentioned our personal filters.

What I specifically mean is bias.

Bias is what we each personally believe to be true even if it's not true or based upon reality.

Bias can be as simple as not liking mushrooms on your pizza.

Bias can be fear and distrust of black people.

Both kinds of bias can be based upon real experience as well as belief in a myth.

It took Europe over 200 years to eat a tomato after it was introduced in the 16th century.

The fear was that the tomato was the fruit of a cousin of the nightshade plant and believed to be poisonous.

A popular myth that was dispelled allowing H. J. Heinz to become a millionaire producing ketchup.

Bias is the blanket that we wrap ourselves in to protect ourselves from the unknown.

However, the truth will out.

The truth will eventually overcome.

Truth is a slow-moving train through history.

Anyone at any time can get aboard and take the ride.

Truth is revealed through time.

Some of us can see truth immediately.

Some of us it takes about a week or two.

While others may never get to the truth without some help.

Like the person who asks what the hell is going on during a movie, some of us have not been exposed to a reality beyond our own experience.

It can be confusing.

Each one of us who knows the truth has the privilege of helping those who don't understand.

It's not our duty or goal to drag everyone by the ear to get them to truth.

It is our duty to stand when the purveyors of myth, of rumor, of lies and deceit, use their propaganda of hate to muster fear.

Make no mistake about it; there are those who profit from myth.

These criminals of our society profit off the ignorant.

They make billions of dollars pushing a product of fear, intolerance, greed, envy, hatred.

They make profit out of suffering.

They enrich themselves promoting hopelessness.

They pile up gold to themselves as they create division.

People like our President and this administration are the very definition of the huckster.

A huckster is a person who willingly stands before the innocent and tells lies for their own profit.

They feed bias.

They are enemies of the truth.

They are like dealing with a devil who never tells the truth but that too is lie.

What can we do?

We can hold a door open and point the way.

We can open a window and let the wind of truth blow out the cobwebs of bias.

We can lift the light of hope before the door.

For here we are not afraid to follow truth wherever it may lead, nor to tolerate any error so long as reason is left free to combat it. - Thomas Jefferson



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Chased down a dark alley the innocent soul turns on its attacker realizing they want to take their life and asks, "Why?"

The pursuit began when the locals determined that this soul was an outsider.

An agitator.

An entity that was going to disrupt the status quo.

Those that were in charge and in power would have to share that power, that wealth.

It made them afraid.

It made them angry.

It made them hate.

It made them believe that they had the right to kill that which brought change to their world.

They had always been right.

How could they be wrong?

Nobody had ever told them they were wrong.

They were at the top for a reason.

Obviously, they were the best.

They had always been winning.

Who could deny their success?

Who could deny their authority over truth?

Who could deny their position as absolute judges over life and death?

All the anger, all the hate, all the vengeance over this one innocent soul who happened to walk down the wrong street at the wrong time of day.

Those that were in power closed in on their prey, teeth biting, tearing and over the bridge they hurdled the innocent soul to their demise.


If you haven't had the chance to see Babe: Pig in the City you have missed an opportunity to ask yourself why?

The innocent soul is Babe.

Their life at that moment had not instructed them to the cruelty of the world.

How evil hides in plain sight.

How darkness piles wealth from exploiting the innocent.

How the phrase, "Crime never prospers," is a marketing ploy crafted by criminals to cover the fact that crime does profit especially the wealthier you are.

But more importantly the "why" asked by Babe is, how could you kill me when you don't even know me?

That question is real even if it's asked by a talking pig.

Right now, right today as the President stood in the Rose Garden declaring his border emergency those with a conscious asked why?

Why is this happening?

Why is this happening now?

The answer is fear.

Fear can do many things.

Fear has been the tool of the criminal forever.

Ever since one monkey sat next to another on a branch and said, there are bandits in the hills.



The only way you can stop them is to give me half of your wealth.

I will give your money to those bandits in the hills, and they will leave you in peace.

That story has been parroted by criminals to countless innocent souls forever.

It was said yet again today February 15, 2019, in Washington DC, in the backyard of the White House by the President.


We wrestle not only with our own conscience but we, if we are responsible, must carry the burden of generations of anger and hate.

That anger and hate are always with us.

It's not going away any time soon.

Racism, bigotry, anger, hate are all exploited by the fear mongers, the criminal minds among us.

It's not just the likes of our President.

Fear can be stoked by your Uncle and Aunt.

By your wife and husband.

By your son and daughter.

By your minister, your priest, your rabbi, your imam.

By your friend.

Drop fear lift hope.

Our duty, our privilege for all that follow the truth of love has this task.

This task to take away fear and to lift hope for all.

So that one-day innocent eyes filled with fear and tears do not have to ask…




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Cast upon a dark ocean in the middle of the night fear and the unknown grip the survivors as they cling to the lifeboat.

Who is in this lifeboat?

A young black man just graduated from college wanting to go onto become a doctor but not sure if it's right for him.

A retired white couple, she has MS, and her husband is a diabetic.

A Hispanic female crew member who before the journey came out to her parents.

A young white boy and a black girl who was reunited with their estranged mother who is in recovery.

A middle-aged Asian woman who is celebrating her divorce.

A Jewish 30 something female who that morning found a lump in her breast.

Who else is in this lifeboat?


It actually doesn't matter if you realize it or not but you and I are all in the same boat together.

The world doesn't wait for you to have the epiphany the realization that we all need each other.

In our lifeboat called earth, each and every one of us has the ability to contribute to the greater good.

Of course, some of us are not up to the task.

They would prefer that others take their place at the oars of life.

Being involved with society would mean they would be judged, and they prefer to be not only anonymous, but they also don't want to get their hands dirty.

They don't want to have to deal with the life and death reality which is living.

Funnier still are those who are angry that others whom they deem unworthy are trying to save them from their own self imposed destruction.

For these people, they see a hierarchy of human worth based upon race quickly followed by income.

The blacker and poorer you are in their minds you become the least able to contribute to their society and are unworthy of help or consideration.

We are all cast upon this sea of the unknown which is the future.

If we are to get to the morning where the light of day will give us all a chance at rescue, we all need each other to get to that better day.

Who can say which mother's child will be the one to cure the disease that is killing you right now?

Who can say which person in this world will hold your hand and love you as you travel into your death?

Who can tell what person will lead a nation and stop a war that would kill everything you love?

Humans are not given the ability to see into minds.

Humans do have the ability to perceive actions.

We can all see the power of feeding the hungry.

We can all see the love of tending to the sick.

We can all see the courage of defending the defenseless.

Life gives each and every one of us a challenge to pick up our oar and start rowing this boat we are all in.

It is a tragedy of the human spirit that some turn their backs on this request made of all of us from love.

The dark heart of nationalism, of racism, of religiosity, all of the ism's that stake out divisions among society.

Their rules segregate and pull apart humanity refusing each and everyone from going into that good morning light of the future.

If you don't belong to my club, you're damned to torment forever.

Some would rather cling to that ship that is going down into the depths of the bottomless ocean of a racist, bigoted past.

They would rather sink to the deepest ocean of hate then share a seat with us in our multiracial, multiethnic, multigender, multi-belief lifeboat.

The future waits for no man or woman.

Right now right this very second you and I are living in the future.

We cannot help those that willfully hate the light of humanity.

What we can do together is row for that shore where freedoms light shines for all.

We can't wait or give space in the boat for those who want to put a hole in it and sink the future.

We can't let those that want to segregate us and divide us with fear and hate to keep us from the shore of freedom

We're in this together you and I.

Our lifeboat.




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To Be


To be an adult what does that mean?

First, it means you are no longer a child.

What does it mean to be a child?

A child's first and foremost thought every day of their existence is about themselves.

There is no such thing as a child who on their own exhibits care for the interests of anyone outside of themselves.

Children, of course, can be taught.

They imitate the behavior of the person they want to please.

But in their hearts when they are told to share every one of them will resent the instruction to one degree or another...

To share.

To be an adult is to be no longer only responsible to self but also to the community.

An adult recognizes that they must put away childish ideas and consider their role in contributing positively to the society they find themselves in.

A child will not rely on their own to share their resources with another let alone a stranger.

The adult understands the merits of sharing.

A responsible adult, a parent, shares their resources with their children.

A responsible parent doesn't just give one child a sandwich and the other a stick.

Everything I just covered is centered on the ideal of a cohesive society.

Society at large has traditions and morals that collectively throughout the generations of that society have mutually agreed upon as being supportive of the welfare of that society.

An example of the breakdown of society occurred this afternoon on the streets of Burbank, CA when a driver threw their drink at the car my son was driving.

We are stopped in two lanes of traffic in the left lane, and a person is trying to pull out from a gas station to turn right.

They pulled across the right curb lane of traffic blocking it and wanted us to wait to let them push through to the left turning lane.

It couldn't happen, it didn't happen as we pulled forward.

The male driving in the car raced up alongside of us, yelled at us and threw their beverage at the side of the car, raced around behind us and zipped down a side street.

This is what's passes as normal now?

Adults in appearance but children when it comes to their emotions.

Since this adult didn't get what they wanted they threw a fit.

The adults around them didn't give them what they demanded, and they were outraged that they were not the center of attention and allowed to inconvenience everyone around them for the sole purpose that they are more important than you.

They had to wait one extra second.

In all of our lives, there are many times a day when we run into adults acting like children.

In line at the grocery store the adult who holds up the front because they are looking for the right coupon.

The middle age adult at the ice cream store who wants to taste a sample of vanilla when the line stretches out the door.

I suppose you can get to middle age in America and have never tasted vanilla before?

The adult who in their car stops in the entryway.

A president who says I get my border wall or nobody gets paid in his government.

Not one of these adults is genuinely an adult.

The praise of the unique, exceptional, talented individual in our western society has grown over the past couple of generations.

Individuals by nature are not part of society.

Individuals strong individuals do not share well.

Our president obviously never learned not to throw sand in the eyes of the other children in the sandbox.

Our president obviously never learned how to share his toys.


What can any of us do?

I don't really know.

Joseph Campbell said many times that the West has lost all of its traditions that would tell an individual that they are now an adult and not a child.

He was wondering what would take the place of these rituals that we use to have.

What we use to rely upon to tell children that they are now a responsible adult and what that actually means.

Now childhood extends into adulthood and even to being a 71-year-old president.

How do you tell an adult they are acting like a child?

How do you tell an adult they are not helping that they are the problem?

How do you tell an adult there conscious emotional fits is not how adults resolve problems?

How do you get a person a society to become responsible?

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. gave a sermon on responsibility for your actions, July 26, 1953.

He acknowledged that there was an influence on a person through environment and heredity.

However, in the end, it's how we react to those two external factors which in the end challenges us to accept personal responsibility for our actions.

Simply, those that are adults have to tell the children no.

That's what we are doing.

Right here, right now.

Do you know that?

Those of us who are resisting this president is standing up and saying no.

A quarter of the population of the United States at least according to the last presidential election has never heard an adult tell them no.

No adult told them that living like a child in ignorance is not a virtue.

Stories are fine for children but the truth is what adults have to deal with and resolve.

That same population never read the Declaration of Independence and understood what it was saying.

That same population never understood the meaning of the Bill of Rights and our Constitution.

That same population never wrote across their heart the words...

...of the people, for the people, by the people.

People is more than one.

America is about more than one person.

All the wars fought by this nation was about saving the lives of countless millions.

This country was created upon the ideal of freedom for all.

For all…

All means more than one.

The adults need to help the children to understand that their lives will be better when they learn how to share.

Share shelter.

Share freedom.

Share liberty.

Share justice.

Share equality.

When I was a child, I saw the world as a child, but as an adult, I saw the beauty in the hearts and faces of those that I share this life with.

To be.



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Christmas is here a holiday for which many wait for all year long.

As a child, the anticipation can be overwhelming.

First, the idea is implanted that a fat jolly elf will visit in the night and leave each good girl and boy their heart's desire.

The child is told to wait.

Once the story fades, older children go on a safari in search of the presents in the back of the parents closet.

They can't wait to know if they will get what they asked for.

We're all told to wait for various milestones in our life.

Wait to have sex.

Wait to drink.

Wait to drive a car.

Wait to vote.

Wait to marry.

There are however life events where waiting spells disaster.

We don't wait to save a person who is drowning.

We don't wait to put out a fire.

We don't wait to see if the roof will fall in during an earthquake.

We don't wait to catch a person who is falling.

Or do we?

If we know of a person whose life is on the edge do we remain silent?

Do we hold a judgment that the person deserves their fate?

Do we tell ourselves that they must have done something wrong and they are being punished?

If a child is choking do we turn our backs and tell ourselves they don't believe in the same god like me, so they deserve to die?

No, we act immediately, we don't wait.

What are we waiting for when it comes to taking care of each other?

Love demands more.

To follow love every aspect of it's meaning will fill your life.

It is not always pleasant.

It will nag you.

It will push you.

It will whisper to your conscience to do more.

It's easy to like those you know.

A child does that.

But love asks more of us the older we get.

It asks us to be aware of the suffering, of the fear, of the hopelessness around us and it asks us to act.

Waiting on someone or something else to make life better is a self-imposed delusion of conscience.

We are all only guaranteed this time this place this space.

That's precisely why life is precious.

That's why all the children, all the adults, all of us need each other to make a better world.

The milk of human kindness is felt best at this time of year.

It's the time when the spirit of love can speak through the roar and din of life and reach our understanding.

With a little determination, with a bit of practice, the reach of love can extend beyond this time.

This place.

With a little help from all of love's friends, a brotherhood of humanity can be now.

Don't wait.

You don't have to wait.

Do right.



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What does your life represent?

For myself, at different times in my life, it's had different meanings.

I've lost myself a couple of times in my life so far.

The first time was after I had died.

When I came back, I had no memory of my life before the age of seventeen.

I had to re-learn who my family and friends were.

I was disturbed by most of what I found.

I indeed discovered that family is what you are born with and friends are what you make.

I re-discovered my talent for art.

I humbly represent myself as an artist.

Although it has never gotten me to where I'd like to be.

I got married to a wonderful woman.

I represent myself as a married man.

I became a father.

I represent myself as a parent.

I became a writer, a producer, I represent a struggling version.

What does your life represent?

A nation, a people are known by that which they value the most.

We can all see for ourselves in black and white what a portion of our nation values.

Some value their privacy their desire for isolation from the world.

Some value only hearing good things about their group.

Some value their health and their welfare and prefer not to be reminded of the want and fear they are creating.

What some in our nation represent through their actions is the fear of the stranger.

They cannot hear the voice asking them to feed the poor.

They cannot hear the voice asking them to clothe the naked.

They cannot hear the voice asking them to heal the wounded.

Consider the creed that physicians take to do no harm?

Shouldn't we ask our congress to take the same oath to do no harm?

If they can't help they should as citizens of these United States get out the way and let those that can help do their good work.

I know that it is the hardest thing to ask someone to be kind to those you don't know.

To greet them with an open hand and an open heart.

Whether the stranger is upon the border or in a foreign land, the government of the people should not be about killing men, women, and children for corporate and personal profit.

Should it?

What does your life represent?

Before you can love another, you first have to love yourself.

The second time I lost myself I had forgotten that ability to love myself.

Toby/Yoda aka me almost was lost except for the kindness that reached out and pulled me back from the brink.

You can lose your way in this world very easily I have discovered.

For my third take on life, I asked myself, what do I want to represent?






But most of all love.

What do you represent?



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Common Ground


The other day I was waiting on the elevator in my building with another man.

We didn’t know each other we both said hello to each other.

He said he was on left side of the building I said I was on the right.

Just before reaching our floor his iPhone rang with the sound of Donald Trump's voice saying, “I approve this message, I approve this message, I approve this message.”

I said, “Have a good day take care.”

He said, “Goodbye, have a good one.”

Common ground.

Yesterday, I was on my way to LAX to pick up my wife and daughter.

I was listening to some music when I heard a car horn.

I looked around and a guy beside me at the traffic light was motioning me to roll down my window.

I rolled down my window and the man yelled out, “Hey, I see you’re a Cleveland Indians fan. They did pretty good this year. Think they’ll go to the World Series next year?”

I yelled back, “Yeah, that would be great.”

The man yelled back, “You have a great day. Bye”

I yelled back, “Take care, bye.”

The man in the other car with a MAGA hat drove away from the traffic light.

Common ground.

Humanity is a strange beast.

If left alone this beast called humanity will withdraw within itself.

Humanity in isolation will retreat from the world, put up walls, be afraid of the dark as well as of the light.

Humanity left alone will harm itself to the point of taking its own life to destroy its own future.

Humanity is like a beast with two heads each pointing in the opposite direction on one body.

Both heads are needed to put the feet into motion to move the whole of the body in the same direction.

If only one head decides the path to follow progress is slow.

The other head looks back and longs for a path that it knows to be correct it drags its foot stoping the whole of the bodies progress.

Common ground is an expression about uniting a community.

Common ground is about seeing a problem collectively and acknowledging that the issue needs attention.

To fix any problem, we need both hands.

Have you ever tried to tie your shoe with just one hand?

Have you ever tried shopping hopping on just one foot?

Have you ever tried taking a test with just half your memory?

I’m not saying doing things half-assed can’t get you somewhere, but the outcome and results should be in question.

That’s why we need everybody.

From the brightest to the dull, from the fastest to the slowest, each can contribute in their own way in their own time to helping bend this world to the better.

That is the strength of America.

That is the ideal by which we have lived for and died for.

Common ground.

There are real anger and fear in America.

For some, the progress of the American ideal of extending equality, liberty, and justice for all has seemed to be too fast.

For those that have been denied equality, liberty, and justice the pace has been too slow.

I guess in a way I’m asking just like Goldilocks what is just the right pace for equality, liberty, and justice?

The answer I believe is what we got right now.

Two steps forward, one step back.

That’s what humans do.

Never in the history of humanity has humanity collectively just done the right thing all in one helping.

In fact, humans usually won’t do anything till their house is actually on fire before they decide it might have been a good idea not to stack all those newspapers in the garage where Uncle Bob deep fries the turkey each year.

Realize that fear makes people do bad things.

Finding common ground is not about giving up or bending your principles, lowering your standards.



But it is the principle by which those that care about life, liberty, and equality for all should live by.

Live your life as an example of these principles, and by so doing, the light of your life will shine out and pull unto you those that are lost and afraid.

You don’t have to beat people over the head telling them they are wrong.

That never has and will never help.

However, you can never ever be silent in the face of racism, fascism, intolerance.

It is the duty of every person who claims themselves as part of humanity to fight with every ounce of courage and strength in their minds and bodies against this evil.

Common ground.

A quick idea…

Have you ever helped someone with a word search game?

Have you ever found the word first but the other person can’t see it?

When they couldn’t see it did you start yelling, called them names, threatened their lives, called them stupid?

Did that help them find the right word they were searching for?

Talk to each other to find our way.

Common ground.



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What You Do


What You Do

Where do ideas come from?

I had an idea the other day I wanted a taco.

I hadn't had a fast food taco in a while, so my daughter drove me to Taco Bell.

I got two taco's, and I loved them.

I got an idea that I could go up to the counter and order two more when a busload of people came into the door.

My idea of eating two more taco's didn't pan out.

I admit wanting two more tacos isn't a great idea.

But it is an example that idea's sometimes come upon us at a moments notice.

We all can get excited by an idea and want to take action upon that idea immediately.

But as the Rolling Stones wrote, you can want a lot, but usually, you only just get what you need.

Currently, our nation is in yet another great struggle with ideas.

The founding fathers and their generations before them had lived under great tyrants.

The words of kings of aristocrats rang in their ears, words of tyranny that only the very few established by the kingdom the state by God had rights of life and of liberty.

The mass of the population of humanity was excluded exempt from justice.

These founding fathers challenged that order with the idea that all men are created equal.

It was only the bully, the tyrant and those that supported them who wanted to maintain an order where life and its blessing was meant for only the privileged and the deserving.

All others need not apply.

Where do ideas come from?

We are now at a crossroad yet again in the great American experiment.

Ever since Thomas Jefferson penned the Declaration of Independence, there have been many Americans who disagreed with liberty for all.

The tide of disagreement swelled to the point that a civil war was fought over the question of how much liberty was too much and not enough.

When that war was over the winning side didn't force the losing side to put away their idea that only the white race had the grace of God.

They did not clean house and disposed of the idea of slavery, racism, and bigotry.

No, they left a rotten fish in the consciousness of the American soul.

Today, this day that rotten fish of intolerance has made a portion of our society cold and hard.

They've become nose blind to themselves.

And also today we have a president willing to feed that monster of racism so that he may personally profit both with political power and in his pocket.

How do you combat an idea?

You combat an idea with a better idea.

If people are afraid, do you make them more afraid?

If people are starving, do you take away their food?

If people are blind, do you take away the light?

No, you don't.

That's obvious.

Well, maybe not for the president and his followers.

What you do?

When people are afraid, you give hope.

When people are hungry, you feed them.

When people are blind, you hold up that precious light and call them out of the wilderness to safety.

The question is, whose idea for America will win this election.

The idea that freedom and liberty are only for a few?

The idea that freedom and liberty are for everyone?

Our founding fathers had an idea.

We get to choose which world we want to live in Tuesday, November 6, 2018.

What you do?



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From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. 

They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

"Oh, Man, look here! Look, look, down here!" exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and a girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. 

Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shriveled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. 

Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

"Spirit, are they yours?" Scrooge could say no more.

"They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.

– A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Ignorance and want are the children that we all carry with us every day of our lives.

Want can be healed by providing, by fulfilling a need.

The Hungry fed.

The Sick cared for.

The Poor made whole. 

The child that has to be corralled is ignorance.

Ignorance left to its own desire will destroy humanity.

Our democracy is a garden.

Each generation born into this democracy are the new caretakers.

Our democracy is not a self-repairing, self-updating system.

Everyone is responsible for doing their part to keep the weeds down.

The weeds, the ignorant, will always be with us.

That is why we join hands and proclaim each other's liberty.

Why we join hands and proclaim each other's freedom.

Because if we do not tend to this garden of democracy, the weeds will grow and choke out the life of this American ideal.

Social media is a garden too.

Anyone can plant an idea here.

To allow it to grow, it must pass muster.

Does it hold up our shared values of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?

Or does it infringe, torment and ridicule those that cannot defend themselves?

Ignorance, self-imposed apathy spells doom for any society. 

It allows the wolf in the door.

The wolves have never left our door.

Some have made their way into our discourse.

It is up to the older generation if they can help if not, they need to get out of the way to let the next generation take up the responsibility to tend the garden of democracy.

We can all bring that day closer of the brotherhood of man when we all stand together in peace.

Thank you for reading.


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He Speaks For Me



Can you recognize the difference between a hamburger on your grill and one from McDonald’s?

Do you acknowledge that some people like chocolate ice-cream and others like vanilla?

If you read, what makes you prefer one type of story over another?

We all have preferences.

I like wearing black. I like iced-tea. I like science fiction. I like the woods and the ocean at the same time in the same place.

You may like some of these things too.

You may not like these things at all.

We all have preferences.

What happens when your preference turns into a prejudice?

How does that happen?

Your preference for vanilla ice-cream becomes such a determinant factor in your everyday decisions that when presented with a choice other than vanilla you reject it.

You would rather suffer and have nothing than consuming anything but vanilla ice-cream.

In fact, you would be happy if the entire world would only consume vanilla ice-cream.

And what if they don’t want to?

You would be happy if the entire industry of ice-cream makers would burn to the ground and die of butt cancer than to see anyone enjoying themselves eating anything but vanilla ice-cream.

Sounds like a childish tantrum doesn’t it?

That’s what prejudice is.

That’s what bigotry is.

That’s what racism is.

That’s what supporters of Donald Trump know.

What do they know?

We are all corrupt because we want to give an equal voice to everyone.

We are all corrupt because we want people of color, and women, to share at the table of the brotherhood of man equally.

The Trump supporter doesn’t want that.

They don’t want equality for non-white races.

They don’t want women to be equal to a man.

Their preferences that have turned into prejudice have been nurtured and fed a steady diet of intolerance from the pulpit to the locker room.

From the boardroom to the corner gas station.

Family gatherings, restrooms, vacations, visits to relatives and friends, all have exchanged their preferences for prejudice.

Its part of the nature of humanity this distrust of the stranger.

Stories are told to fill in what one person, what one group doesn’t understand or want to know about another.

That other is not like us, becomes a comfort for the fearful.

In a recent article in the online version of The Atlantic, Peter Beinart talks about, Why Trump Supporters Believe He is Not Corrupt.

Trump is not corrupt because he’s taking on the real corruption that they see in the world that they believe in.

The Trump supporter sees the corruption of making women equal to men.

The Trump supporter sees the corruption of allowing non-white races equality.

The Trump supporter sees the corruption of allowing gays to be married.

The Trump supporter sees the corruption of the presidency when Obama was president, and a black family was sleeping in the white house.

I must declare now that I have a lot of personal experience with the Trump supporter.

The amount of “drunk stories” they tell each other is supernaturally unbelievable.

The Trump supporter has a wild and vivid imagination when it comes to prejudice.

However, the one thing they all agree on is that Trump speaks for them.

He can do no wrong, the Mr. Trump, in their eyes.


Because he is teaching a lesson to all you perverts, who think that a woman is equal to man.

Women are things to be used don’t you know that?

The Trump supporter loves it when FOX News and the President rail against the “fake news”. 

The Liberal News Media spreads the corrupt idea that non-white races and women are equal to the white man. 

The Trump supporter sees extending freedom and equality to all as a perversion against the Founding Fathers ideal they were raised in and against their white God in heaven.

America was made only for white men don’t you know that?

Only white men signed the Constitution. No Blacks. No women.

And the King James Bible tells us that there's a place for everything and everything has its place.

Born a slave, die a slave.

Born a woman, die a woman.

Kill the homosexual.

It was women working and the black and brown that sent our jobs to foreign countries because they wanted equality. 

Equal pay.

A strong man.

Mr. Trump is a real man.

Our leaders in the past were weak.

 Mr. Trump is bringing back the white world that was taken away by those liberal assholes who gave it all away to corrupt, inhuman beasts.

He’s a real man that Mr. Trump is.

Oh, by the way, a Trump supporter told me recently that every black person in America gets $5,000 a month for free, in a government check, to pay for housing in neighborhoods where they don't’ belong. The NAACP buses black people into white communities in the middle of the night, after midnight, and lets them loose on the streets to walk down the roads intimidating the white folk. Blacks get health care for free. The Trump supporter said that if I had a broken leg and a black person had a broken leg, they would get taken care of first and for free. White people have to wait in emergency rooms while black people are taken care of first.




These things of the dark side of humanity are choices also.

We can hide and grind our teeth with resentment in darkness, or, we can turn together and step towards the light.

Stand with me please and let's join our voices together in peace and understanding.

Lift those that are in darkness to see the future has nothing we need to fear when we recognize we have choices.

The future, it’s where most of us will live.




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To Stand Against Evil


Bad things happen to you no matter what you do, how you live, what you believe in.

Praying doesn’t stop cancer.

Burning incense doesn’t stop death.

Ignoring treachery doesn’t stop the tyrant.

Selfishness abounds in our media, in our leadership, in our everyday lives.

A daily, hourly, minute by minute struggle is taking place between good and evil.

The despot in Syria, North Korea, Philippines, Russia, China, Cuba, Libya, Saudi Arabia, Sudan, Venezuela, Congo, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, Laos, Afghanistan, Iran, Turkey, to name some of the 49 countries in the world ruled over by dictatorships, laugh at the efforts of good people.

In those countries, the battle for freedom has lost.

It was said long ago that no lie of man can live forever.

Gandhi admonished, no matter how evil the tyrant, they too must someday die.

We must stand.

Even if you, or I, are the last person to do the right thing at the right time.

We must stand.

Evil uses stories, lies, half-truths, marketing, spokespeople, lawyers, press secretaries, senators, congressman to keep good people from throwing them out.

Evil uses prejudice, racism, class, Christian versus Jew, Jew versus Muslim, white versus black, rich versus poor.

They laugh at how stupid good people are that we can’t recognize that our goodness is being used against us to get them what they want.

Evil ueses good without any fear of crossing the lines of morality because it has none.

Anything less than and including murder is okay because the ends justify the desire.

We must stand.

I believe, in fact, I know that minds that are closed can be opened.

Light can be cast into the dark places and lift the burdens of life to thrive once again.

Where once there was chaos, confusion, fear, the human need for hope can stand in the lighted doorway.

I know that evil fears the light.

Why do I know this? 

Because it wouldn’t fight so hard to remain in the shadows if evil thought it could stand against the light.

It is up to all who stand for goodness to make an effort to stand where they are and face the wind that blows today.

Not to turn our backs to the wind but to turn to face it full on.

Speak for those who have no voice.

Walk for those who have no legs.

Feed those who have no food.

Comfort those that live in fear.

Stand against the bully who through the use of fear, racism, prejudice, violence seeks to make us all cower and go against what we know that which is right.

Have courage, have honor, have character, have hope these are your’s those who stand for the light.

Please stand with me.



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God & Alzheimer


Religion has been packed about me since before I could remember.  My Grandfather on my Mothers side was a Quaker minister.  He was one of the most positive influences on my life from the very beginning.  Now it should be said that this is not a hate or anger story towards my Father or anybody else in my family.  The reason is that God in his infinite mercy has taken away any and all resentment and anger I ever had.  In fact, he took it away on September 12, 1977, when he killed me.   But, that part of the story will have to wait until another time.  This story concerns just the facts . . . just the facts, and how incredible life can be.  

Grandpa, Larkin Hadley, lived in the room next to my sister and I.  My Grandmother was there also but not for as long as Grandpa was.  My Grandmother, on my Mothers side, I vaguely remember.  She was quiet for the most part until the night when she tried to kill my Grandfather.  You see they slept in the same bed, Quakers are allowed, when this incident happened one night.  Grandpa was awaked by the feeling of someone trying to choke him to death.  He called out for help and my parents came a running.  Grandma thought that there was a strange man in her bed trying to take advantage of her.  It was soon after that they were looking for a rest home for Grandma.  She became real vocal from that night on.  Yelling out in the night and acting really goofy.  To my Sister and I, we thought nothing of it.  Grandma was acting more like my Dad.  

For some reason, they didn’t want her to go to the bathroom so they got her this potty chair that they sat beside her bed.  It was a few days after that I got my first introduction to the female breast.  They were getting Grandma off the pot and for some reason I came into the room to show Grandma a picture I had drawn.  Well, she didn’t have a shirt on at the time and there they were.  I had no idea human flesh could be stretched so far.  I’m guessing I’m only 8 at the time and my little body had nothing like that.  I may have seen Mom naked but her bust line didn’t impress me.  Grandma on the other hand. . .  They were actually touching her knees.  Her knees.  Like two socks with a can of peaches in each foot.  I believe I looked at Grandma differently from then on.

Grandma was what was known then in the latter half of the 20th century as, “in decline”.  She didn’t say much to any of us.  The days would go by and she would usually sit in her chair, in the living room, reading her Bible.  One day Grandma became very angry.  She was yelling at all of us in the house.  Grandpa tried to calm her down but nothing worked.  For some reason, they kept turning the heat up in the house thinking it would calm her down.  It didn’t seem to work.  Grandma was still yelling and now she was sweating too.  At one point she told me to go get a crayon.  It was time for her to change her Will.  I went and got her a green crayon from my stash and handed it to her.  She snatched it out of my hands like a dog grabbing a stolen steak.  Then she gave me the evil eye and started writing her will on the front of the T.V. guide.  I had heard of Wills before from watching Perry Mason and Dragnet.  

Mom said that Grandma didn’t have to do what she was doing.  Grandma became mad and broke the crayon.  The two pieces rolled under her chair.  I went to retrieve them when there was a knock at the door.  Mom opened the door and let in two guys wearing white.  They had a little bed with them that was on wheels.  Grandma started to wet her fingers with her tongue and told them to come and get her.  So, the two men did.  They picked her right up like she didn’t weigh like anything and sat her on that rolling bed.  They put those new safety belts around her and wheeled her out of the house.  Ralph Nader would have been proud.  

Outside was one of those long red ambulances with the big red light on top.  Funny my Sister and I didn’t hear it when it pulled up into our driveway.  Well, they put Grandma inside and off they went.

From then on, to see Grandma, we had to go to a place called a nursing home.  It was someplace pretty far away.  It would take us an hour to go one way.  The place was filled with old people.  Most of them were sitting around doing nothing.  The place had a bad smell about it.  At the time I had no idea what that smell was from.  It was rather dark inside and rather quiet.  Except for the sound of T.V.’s on the wrong channel.  Just static and snow you could hear buzzing and popping from each room.  

Grandma was always in bed just finishing up having lunch.  They seemed to give them spinach all the time.  Grandma’s lips were stained with all the stewed greens.  

My Sister and I would bring a page from our coloring books, that we had neatly colored, for her to hang on the walls.  The rest home nurses didn’t like to have more than one picture at a time hanging up.  So, I think they rotated our artwork.  But, in retrospect, I don’t think so.  This routine of going there just about every day didn’t last too long.  Soon the news came that Grandma had died.

Now Grandma was the first person in our family that I remember who had died.  I was sad.  I know that I probably cried.  But there are not many memories of her.  She was pretty much like my own Mother.  Quiet.  Unassuming.  Like the grave.  

The funeral was a strange event.  People came and went and talked to Grandpa.  Some would cry.  Most people were saying that it was a good thing that she had died.  It was best that she went the way she did having the Alzheimer’s as she did.  There were flowers on these white stands on either side of her coffin.  She was laying inside with her hands folded over a Bible.  She didn’t look right to me though.  She looked too stiff and her cheeks were all red.  Grandma never had red cheeks.  They were just peachy and wrinkled. Dried up like a golden raisin.  No color.  All the adults commented on how good she looked.  I wondered what they were talking about.  

Then she was buried.  She was buried in Salem, Ohio where she and her husband had once been Quaker ministers at a church nearby.  Grandpa picked out a headstone with Jesus on it.   Jesus was carrying a lamb in his arms and there was a couple of sheep at his feet. 

People’s relationship with their deity is a personal thing. Like with your doctor you sometimes tell friends and family but generally, you do not announce your medical condition on the public corner.

I wonder what Grandma thought of her God in those last days when the whole world closed down. It closed down to repeat the same day over and over again. It repeated so much till the day she couldn’t talk anymore and silence spoke for her. 



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I Dare You


Dare, that’s a funny word.

This is not an “Etymology” lesson, the origins and history of words.  It’s just that some words when they are released over the tongue feel really strange don’t they?

Dare is an Olde English word that started out being spelled darr.

Children like to use it a lot.

“I dare you to tell mom!”

“I dare you to jump your bike over that ditch!”

“I double dog dare you!”

As we all get older most of us are not thrilled by the intonement of the word dare and all that it means. Stability of thought and action is the ideal that is held by most as one of the aspects of becoming an adult, is it not?

Madonna, the singer ie. the 80’s, played with the idea as a marketing scheme with her admonition of Truth or Dare. An adolescent game of psychological exploit, a pecking order calisthenics, exercise when the mean person who is almost always the leader of a group dares a toady to tell the truth when pressed with a question or accept the consequence of a dare.

Dares are the psychological bulwark surrounding many a bully.

Bullies are all about rep.

Reputation proceeds them.

Without the reputation of being a bully who would be afraid of them? The reason why people are afraid of the bully is that they have the reputation of doing bad things to the innocent.

We the rabble. We their victims.

Our fear gives them strength.

They like the folktale about vampires, feed off our collective fear which gives them strength and power over us.

Remove the fear, you remove their power.

Currently, in the White House, we have a commander-in-chief and a group of toadies who daily flaunt and stick out their tongues at us daring us to catch them.

It’s really noticeable from Trump and his tweets, Sarah, and her press pokes, each and every cabinet position, they’re all daring us to catch them.

Each and every one of them dares us to catch them at the open display of corruption they flaunt in our faces.

See, I can say, I can do, I can spend, I can bend, I can break, I can destroy your laws and you can’t do anything about it. You won’t do anything about it because you are pussies!

Mexicans are drug dealers! 

If the country gets any kinder or gentler it’s literally going to cease to exist.

I dare you to catch me!

We’re rounding them up! Not everything is nice! I don’t want these people coming over here!

I will build a great wall!

I dare you to catch me!

I could have stopped September 11th.

I want to help women.

Grab 'em by the pussy.

I double dog dare you to catch me!

There has to be some punishment for women for abortion.

I have a great relationship with African Americans, as you possibly have heard. I just have great respect for them. And they like me. I like them.

We give the very best information possible at the time.

I triple dog dare you to catch me!

This Rush-her thing is a hoax!

The road that justice takes can be long and winding. The voice of the bully rings sharply in our ears. But history has taught, for those that read, that pride comes before the fall.

Our constitution was created by people who had lived and fought with far greater idiots and tyrants than our current Moscow toady. 

The storm is just beginning and the bullies will howl and grit their teeth and dare justice to catch them if they can.

Justice waits for all tyrants remember that.




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The Best is Hope


The long road to justice sometimes takes a path that takes longer than we think it should.

Justice this week found a man guilty of crimes against women he preyed upon.

It was a long road.

Where did these women find their courage we may ask?

Against the odds, these women stood for what they knew to be the truth.

That’s a hard place to stand. That’s a hard place to stand in the light of public criticism.

When you know the truth but you are victimized again and again through the ploy of misrepresenting the truth. Gaslighting.

Gaslighting comes from the movie of the same words Gas Light directed by George Cukor and starring Charles Boyer and Ingrid Bergman who plays his wife.

Boyer’s character is a cad. He manipulates women to rob them of their wealth. His most recent target is Bergman. He convinces and grooms all her friends and family that she is going mad.

While he plots to find a cache of lost jewels believed to be in the possession of Bergman, he isolates her and tells her what she sees, what she knows is a fantasy.

Only he knows the truth.

Her experience is discounted as being a fantasy of her imagination.

How could a man who has such a fine and upright reputation and position in the community be a sexual predator of women?

If I say I didn’t do something, then by my own logic, I must be innocent.


Hope is what allowed Bergman’s character to survive until that day when justice came through her door.

Justice came through her door and proved to the world that she was telling the truth.

Justice came for the sociopath sexual predator.

On that road to justice, each of us can ride in that thing called hope.

Hope is a good thing.

Hope reminds us that although we may not know how or where we might end up, as long as we set our feet on a path to a better world for all, hope will deliver us to the light of justice.

A hope for a better day.

A hope for a better day than yesterday has arrived.

In the Shawshank Redemption written by Stephen King, I have to say, the best words that capture the human soul ever penned. 

Red, old and tired, has found the letter written to him from his friend Andy who escaped from prison. Red is out of prison facing a world he’s afraid of after being a lifer for murder when he was a young man. 

Andy writes, “Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”

No good thing ever dies.



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Where We Stand


Right and wrong.

Right and left.

Right and doing nothing.

Right, and being alone.

Right is right.

What are the consequences of doing right?

It takes energy to do what is right as much as it takes to do what is wrong.

For the most part, most of us like to stand in the gray area. That place in-between where we don’t have to react. We don’t have to lift a finger. We don’t have to have any anxiety. 

We don’t have to fear if we are right or wrong.

The silent majority.

A truth.

To clear a path around oneself and to declare what is right versus what is wrong ultimately will shine the spotlight of scorn and ridicule upon you.


Do you know the old adage about the crabs in a barrel? One of the crabs wanted to know what was outside of its world. What was outside of the barrel that all of the other crabs were trapped in? This crab decided it was going to crawl out against the advice that it was going to be dangerous as it was admonished by its fellow crabs. Well, just as the crab started to crawl out the other crabs grabbed a hold of it and pulled it back into the barrel. Ultimately, they all found themselves on that night's menu.

Doing what’s right makes people angry.


It forces the spotlight upon their own lives revealing their apathy. 

They don’t want that hot light upon them to say what is right because they don’t want to face the possibility that they might be wrong. Even in the face of a certitude, what is obviously the right thing to do, a child is being sexually attacked, the person obfuscates and pretends they don’t actually see.

To have morality, to stand upon ones own morals, is not antithetical to some present day Christian misinterpretation of the biblical passage of not judging others.

All recorded civilizations, societies, have had and a sense of morality.

What is right and what is wrong.

Taking a stand throughout this history of humankind against what is wrong has placed obvious targets upon these individuals.

But let's remove this grand idea and bring it down to everyday living, shall we?

The next time you're at dinner with your family and your uncle makes a racist joke do you call them out on it?

When you are on the bus and your bag is sitting on the seat next to you do you pick it up so that the stranger can have a seat?

These are a couple of easy examples of doing the right thing in everyday life. They may be easy for you difficult for others.

Doing the right thing will always bring about consequences.

For every action, there is a reaction.

Doing the right thing in the face of wrong, doing the right thing ultimately in the face of evil may leave you in a lonely space. Separate from the crowd.

I’ve personally found myself many times in that lonely space.

It is a tired world we all live in. The effort to do what is right is neglected by many, given lip service by most, taken upon their backs by a few.

As Mark Twain said, wages of doing what is right versus what is wrong is the same. 

Most of what we do on this journey called life will never be recognized or appreciated beyond our own recollection of events.


Count me as standing against evil, standing against the wicked, standing against the corrupt.

For it is only in that blessed light, that once shown into darkness can reveal the true soul.




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