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Evil Nostalgia

Evil Nostalgia - Why do we long for the past?

It’s fun to remember things that happened in our past. Childhood has both good and bad memories but we weed out those things that upset us.

I remember I wanted a two wheel bike. I kept asking my parents for a bike and they gave the usual excuse that it cost too much.

Then on my birthday, I’m guessing it was around eight or nine years old, they blind folded me. When the pulled off the kitchen towel it revealed a red two wheel bike. It had an electric horn and multicolor plastic streamers coming out of the hand grips. Fantastic.

Well, I took off on the bike wobbling along with the training wheels down the street.

I came upon my friend Karl Whitesman, who was autistic. I proudly told him I just got a new bike. He took one look and said, “It’s not new. It’s old.” Old? I looked down and what I thought was a red bike was actually rust. 

It was rusted solid including the chrome. My parents must have found it at the bottom of Lake Erie.

A lot of people have a nostalgia, a wish to return to a former time. In most cases that wish, that desire is for a time they will say was simpler. What they really mean to say is there were less choices. Less responsibility. Less awareness. Less acceptance. Less knowledge. Less cognition. 

Becoming an adult makes you aware of the reality of life.

If you become an adult.

If you become an adult you are aware you can make mistakes. You can make your life and others happy, sad, terrible, miserable.

It’s your choice.

People don’t like to make choices.

In fact, there are some who actually fear making choices. Fear of making the wrong choice. Fear of judgement. Fear of responsibility. Fear of awareness. Fear of acceptance. Fear of rejection. Fear of knowledge. Fear of cognition.

White House Chief of Staff is essentially the concierge of an administration. They keep the people in an administration up and running.

The other day General Kelly wished for a past when things were sacred.

He obviously was feeling the stress of his moment in time when he wished upon a star to return, that shown so dimly for so many except for white men.

He was trying to defend a man who had broken with the ideal of sanctity a long time ago. He was at odds with the facts both current and of the past he was nostalgic for.

That’s what happens when one wishes instead of doing.

When one is unwilling to accept things as they are. That the universe, the galaxy, the earth, life, the individual all change. 

You cannot hold time back from the inevitable change that will occur without your permission.

As it was said by a poet of the recent past, ”Either help or get out of the way when change comes your way.”

Nostalgia at it’s heart is evil. It wants what is the now to not only not change but to reverse and go back from whence it came.

It is divorcing your self from the reality of this universe that everything changes.

The nostalgia Kelly speaks of, repressed women and minorities to all be subservient, to the whims of the white male master of the house.

A simple time for simple minds.

A time when white men did not have to be bothered with worrying they had done something wrong, when in their position, they could never be found wrong.

Time has left some behind the times in which we live. It has left them clutching at a past that will not return. Especially when people of good faith and good hearts unite as we move forward towards the prize.

Peace.

DFrey

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Where Has Shame Gone?

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Remember when your mother would give you, the look?

That time when you got the speeding ticket and the officer said to you, “Do you know how fast you were going?”

How about last week when you remembered you didn’t send a birthday card to your sister?

That feeling you felt, we have all felt, is called shame.

You feel bad when you do something or in many cases don’t do something that you know hurts another person.

Humans with any empathy feel that sense that they have committed a wrong and do their best to make it better.

At minimum they ask for forgiveness.

What happens when you have a person who has no sense of shame?

Do you know what that is called? Someone without empathy? 

They come to your table with an extra name tag. It says in fine print, Sociopath.

There are degrees to a lot things in life and one of those are people who don’t work well with others. There are degrees of sociopathy. Most know of the extreme cases but they live next door to us all.

That guy who yells at the kids when a ball lands in his yard.

That woman who won’t take “No” when she’s selling raffle tickets.

The current resident of the White House.

Open corruption.

What do you do when the president has no shame?

Do our laws address such a challenge?

What do we do as citizens of the country when our president has no shame?

I’m asking?

Peace

DFrey

 

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What The Righteous Hear

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There is a portion of American society that likes to tell everyone else how terrible they are. 

Yes, I mean the followers of Jesus, who at every opportunity like to hammer into our heads the story of their Lord and Savior as if we haven’t heard it before.

However, I have found through my lifetime of experience in the far-right community that these followers hear a different set of words than what is written. 

Curious?

The following quotes are what good people believe they hear from their Christ.

– You shall love your neighbor and ignore the non-white race.

– No one can serve two masters. Serve profit first and your fellow man can take care of himself. Get a job you lazy welfare cheat. Stop stealing good people’s hard earned money.

– Judge not people who look like you. Condemn those that do not look like you.

– You shall love your God with all your heart. Your fellow man who doesn’t believe as you can go to hell.

– For what shall it profit a man, if he works hard all his life and he has to share with the monkey races.

– A new command I give you, Love one another. But you faggots need to die so I can sleep at night not thinking about what you’re doing.

– Blessed are the merciful. Yet all of you who have used drugs a special place in hell is reserved for you scum.

– Let the one among you who is without sin be the first to cast a stone. Oh! He’s talking to me. I’ll throw a boulder at those asshole, non-christian, anti-Christmas, mongrel races. Especially at those godless Muslims.

– Suffer the little children, and forbid them not. Abortion, contraception, prenatal care are all the plan of Satan. All those abortion loving baby murders need to dive head first into a wood chipper. Jesus would love that.

– If you want to be perfect, go, and help the rich get richer because one day they’ll let you into their golden mansions and make you a billionaire too.

– For if you love those who love you, you don’t have to feel uncomfortable being around people who don’t speak english, who wear their pants off their ass or don’t smell like you.

– For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, to save the White man from the other dirty races of the world, to live an everlasting life in heaven, separate and not equal.

It’s a hard reality, that the loudest voices of condemnation out of the religious right, as well as that silent majority, are so afraid of the world we all live in.

Peace

DFrey

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Grasshopper We?

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Have you ever heard the story about the Ants and the Grasshopper? It happens to be a pivotal story that exactly illustrates why Paul Ryan and his crowd of Ann Rand junkies think you and I are bums.

It’s origins can trace itself back to a story used by Christian religious leaders, to teach the Christian work ethic.  Chiefly taught by the Puritan crowd, the Pilgrims, 1629. The Puritans were such a pain in the ass with their holier than thou attitude and were considered a menace to English society.

What do you do with a git who keeps telling you he’s better than you, he’s going to heaven, and you’re going to hell?

The Puritans were rounded up and left for dead on the shores of North America in the coldest colony to ensure their deaths. However, the Puritan pain in the ass, we are the light on the hill attitude actually saved them through their work ethic.

Speaking of the present day conservative work ethic…

“The Ants vs. the Grasshopper”

So the story goes that Ants are an industrious bunch, entrepreneurs, business start ups, whose life was centered on their job. Their business. The business of collecting supplies for the winter to come. 

They had a neighbor who lived across the tracks on the bad side of town. Those kind of people. His name was Mr. Grasshopper. He didn’t work but sat around his house all day drinking 40’s and playing his Grasshopper music, the ant’s did suppose.

The Ants admonished Mr. Grasshopper all summer long to collect what he needed because, “Winter is coming.”

Of course he didn’t listen because he was obviously a sinner.

The Ants blamed his parents, his alcohol consumption, and his lack of church habit. All of which had to contribute to what they imagined was his lack of core values.

Winter came and Mr. Grasshopper asked for some food from the Ants. He was sick and starving. The Ants told him to f$%k off and die. 

So he did.

We are the Grasshopper in this story. If you are not a business owner, are not paying taxes, don’t have a job, you are a Grasshopper. If you have a SNAP card, are on Medicare or Medicaid, or receive welfare, veterans benefits, a check from your federal or state government, or receive a monetary supplement of any kind from Washington DC, you are a Grasshopper.

You need to die as soon as possible to decrease the surplus population and ease the burden upon the rich.  Your lack of morals means you are taking advantage of the rich.

You are a sinner. You have come short of the glory of God. You are a drain on society.

It is only through your trickery, foisted upon your betters, that you currently receive anything at all from the government. As soon as possible, the righteous will be revenged and you shall be cast out into outer darkness where there is grinding and gnashing of teeth.

No more freebies for you!

The conflation of religious sin, racism, prejudice and economics are all enshrined in this story of the Ants and the Grasshopper.

It is the cornerstone of those that have achieved. It’s how they can pigeon hole us as the losers and they as the winners. Winning!

The lack of having a job is associated with a moral failing. You obviously are a sinner because you don’t have a job. You don’t contribute so you are against us. You are damned!

Scrooge is an intellectual as well as economic hero to the Objectivism crowd.

By categorizing you as a sinner, the winners no longer have to ask themselves if they need to care about you in any way, shape or form. The sinner, the immoral, will be punished by God in his revenge scenario he has planned for all of us at the end times.

Until then, you are on your own.

Take a moment and let that sink in please.

There is a category of human on this world who put themselves in judgement over us. They keep to their circle. They keep out the stranger. They have theirs, why don’t you have yours?

I have a long time friend I’ve known him for forty years now. He’s always been homeless. He hangs out in bars around town drinking with the patrons. His best friend is a hooker. Once long ago, he told me to remember this…

“What good does it do man, if you gain the world, but lose your soul?”

Peace

DFrey

 

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Sunday Reflections

Coffee NOVO Cafe, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

I don’t like what I see in the mirror. Time is nobodies friend is it? You can’t hold time, you can’t slow it down or speed it up.

I’ve tried but just like water in your hands it slips away, leaves traces of itself upon your life and like a stingy child who won’t share, it taunts you into asking for more.

Every day, at the end of writing and illustrating, I go to my favorite coffee hangout NOVO Cafe here in Burbank. There I’ve met some wonderful people at the beginning of their journey with time. Me daughter joins me half the time. She’s my comedic inspiration. A starting point.

Just the other day she remarked she was concerned that some fish she saw on TV was in danger of drowning.

The political news about our president since he came to the White House has been like that fish about to drown. Some are afraid, others are applauding in anticipation that Trump will burn DC down. Perceived realities collide.

It’s a remarkable time we live in where reality for some is not reality for others. We used to be able to judge right versus wrong. Now our media segregation means we circulate in our self made frog ponds of our own social media certainties.

Truth it seems is what we tell ourselves it is.

Time it seems will let us know if this fish will drown in his own pool.

Peace

DFrey

 

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Why We Kill

fish head, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

The infant child looked at the stranger who took his teddy bear and hid it with contempt. A murderous rage erupted declaring, “Off with their head! Die you son of a bitch!”

Don’t believe it?

Every one of us is born with a gene that informs us, gives us a feeling, an inner voice that whispers don’t trust the stranger. When in doubt kill them.

Why is it there? What use is it? I understand genes and traits are passed down. Every other generation looks, behaves, has similar physiological traits as its grandparents. My son shares a body type of my grandfather. Someone in your family shares the nose of Aunt May. The eyes of Grandpappy Howl and the rotten attitude of Popi.

What use is murder as a trait that is passed down?

I’m not a geneticist. My area is physics and art. In January 2013, Smithsonian Magazine covered the recent research concerning “Are Babies Born Good?” by Abigail Tucker. The fast answer is no. We are all born to one degree or another not to trust the stranger. To want them dead. 

Why? My observation I’ll take credit for is this; it allows the individual to survive in a hostile environment where rapid change in environmental conditions dictate the individual that is proactive protecting itself survives. Consequently, it can reproduce itself.

The creation of an apex predator in this equation renders the answer, human kind.

What tempers our natural inclination to kill? Society, ideology, the group, the community.

When we believe that another person, another group doesn’t deserve help, aid, assistance, medical care. When we believe we are doing the right thing by denying the other because they are not the right kind, didn’t work for it, doesn’t belong to my club, my belief, my race or my color..

We are listening to an immoral code who knows nothing of right or wrong let alone empathy.

We collectively have created ideologies that bolster these all to human beliefs that choose to ignore the voices of better angels.

That better world awaits once we lay down our childish toys of our origins and tell our instinct to shut up and sit down. We're trying to have a society here.

Peace

Daniel J. Frey

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Again Begin

Did you know I draw?

I drew before I could write and I still draw down onto paper my observations, visions..

I draw upon my life and experience. Being an asthmatic child and adult. Of dying when I was seventeen. Of being an orderly tending the sick, applying CPR on over 114 people, of caring for the dead, of forgetting my family and whole history, of finding love, of losing it and finding it again, of the gift of a beautiful son and daughter..

To that end and new beginning I have begun a monthly extended graphic novel around the central drive of my life to help make the world better. To point to the open door where our better angels wait for us all.

Again Begin is a journey to the central problem in the world the human race. It has been a story I've worked on for the past 40 years. Personal disasters, failures aside, I have turned to this story many times as I lay my self to sleep.  In light of the times, in the light of dim direction, plainly no light at all going on in some heads we give the title leader,  I will bring to light this tale of science fiction wrapped around an ancient parable to stir our genetic memory.

A new myth..

Thank you Joseph Campbell.

Below is a page exclusive to this website from issue number one of Again Begin available through all the outlets of ebooks as well as a printed version at Amazon.

Peace

DFrey

refugees, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film
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Mac & Cheese

mac-and-cheese, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

Comfort, who doesn’t have a favorite food? Even the dead if awoken would respond when asked their favorite respite. The range covers the whole world of food from salty to sweet, from sour to bitter, from the bland to the rich.

Mac and cheese. Near the top of most peoples favorite foods. A comfort given to children fondly remembered into adulthood. A simple cheap dish as most comfort foods are.

There’s a schism between store bought pre-packed mac and cheese versus the homemade variety. The average child and teen will demand store bought pre-packed. Adults with there supposed refined taste pretend the homemade weak runny and burnt variety is the best.

Americans love of simple comfort.

No effort.

No demands.

Like turning on the TV to a channel full of static.

Comfort as white noise.

Comfort without effort the American way. Another understandable reaction to a world that requires energy.

It’s hard to visit that lonely person because it reminds us of our own emptiness. It’s annoying to give a hug to that friend who won’t shut up.

Isn’t it annoying to look up that address to send a letter to that friend you care about.

Comfort asks those who love to step out of their own safety to help those in need of help.

Peace

DFrey

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Ask

Toby, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

Just today a person was calling out, asking, if someone would buy them food. The crowd pushed past as the woman asked over and over can someone buy her food? Many were busy intent on their errand the game was on they had to get back with the food for their friends, their guests, their lover.

Asking for food from strangers... 

The voice comes from the earth from the ditch asking for food.

The religious passed by dressed in their Sunday wear. The teenager absorbed in their darkness couldn't hear. A woman was on her phone. A man brushed past annoyed.  

Can you buy me food?

Self critique is difficult. It's understandable why we all are reluctant to examine our own intent our own soul. Ask yourself are you a friend, are you a companion, are you a giver, are you a lover?

If a person has to ask you for friendship, companionship, love then you are not their friend, their companion, their lover.

I told the woman to follow me into the grocery. I asked her to pick a meal, a sandwich and a drink, she looked at me into my eyes, no words exchanged as she returned to the earth fed.

She didn't have to ask..

DFrey
Peace

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Man In Black

pin, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

I’ve been asked why I always wear black. Here’s the answer…

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,

Why you never see bright colors on my back,

And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.

Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

 

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,

Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,

I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,

But is there because he's a victim of the times.

 

I wear the black for those who never read,

Or listened to the words that Jesus said,

About the road to happiness through love and charity,

Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

 

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,

In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,

But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,

Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

 

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,

For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,

I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,

Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

 

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,

Believen' that the Lord was on their side,

I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,

Believen' that we all were on their side.

 

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,

And things need changin' everywhere you go,

But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,

You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

 

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,

And tell the world that everything's OK,

But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,

 

'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

      Johnny Cash

Can’t say it any better.

DFrey

Peace

 

 

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Gluten

gluten, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

The western world has become afraid of bread. Why? Isn’t bread the staple of life? Wars have been fought over it. Hell, even Lenin promised a chicken in every pot and a loaf of bread, which was a better deal than what the Czars were giving. Starvation and all the dirt you could pack into your pockets.

Bread can move people. It can change their perspective. I myself indulge in the crusty goodness as much as I can. There’s a place in Eureka, CA a restaurant called the Samoa Cookhouse. They serve fresh baked country loafs with each meal with apple butter and strawberry jam. I eat a whole loaf when I’m there. I had a change of perspective I’m a glutton for gluten.

The Jews followed a trail of breadcrumbs all the way through a desert at the end of which they had a change of perspective.

But why the fear of gluten? Yes, I know there is a minority that has an allergy but why the widespread effort to turn our collective backs on bread? Could there be something at the edge of consciousness that we’re afraid of?

I offer this…

Bread has always been linked with the body the substance the sustenance of love. Always shared, broken apart at meals and passed to the person next to you. I give this to you; I will feed you because I love you, please pass it on.

In our fast paced world going a hundred miles an hour we don’t want to be reminded that the person next to us is a human too. We isolate ourselves; we insulate and declare ourselves superior to those we deem inferior. Love is only for our minority, our club, only good people not those people.

An echo in the darkness of memory…

Go and feed them that cry out and are hungry.

Bread = Love

DFrey

Peace

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Dead Speak

mother and child, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

I died. That’s right you’re reading the musings of the dead. Officially when I was seventeen I died during a procedure to see why I wasn’t able to breath. I woke up to a literal brand new world.

My brain for some strange reason needed oxygen. It dried up. Without it, my brain forgot a lot and still won’t remember anything from my previous life. I didn’t know my family, I had no memory of my childhood to that point in October of 1977, but strangely I knew who the president was Jimmy Carter.

All the memories good or bad of childhood and the teen years was lost with no baggage claim number to call. My life hit the reset button and at the age of eighteen I started to learn about the world as an adult. No fears, no ideals, I was introduced to mankind with no preconceived ideas.

I didn’t like what I found.

A father out of control with rage, a mother on the cross, everyone saying one thing and doing another. Told my obligation was to attend a religion. There I found the host around me doing their time like students in detention with their minds already in the parking lot instead of attending to those words…

Words about love.

I’m not from here I’ve known that since I woke up in the hospital bed with my ribs broken and my neck bent back. I’m supposed to be dead. What keeps me is an idea. Some call it the better angels of man’s soul if that even exists which so far mankind on it’s whole doesn’t demonstrate that it has one. However, a man who also lost his life, his love gave expression to a revealed truth.

An idea.

The world, the universe remains neutral over the fight between good and evil. All we have in the end is each other. It’s our duty nay our privilege to make each other’s world a better place in so far as we can.

Sanity may be madness but the maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as it should be. – Don Quixote

 

DFrey

Peace

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Where Is Love?

where is love, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

Oliver Twist in the musical Oliver laments and prays about the whereabouts of love while he’s locked in the basement of a funeral parlor where he’s an indentured servant. This scene is no allegory. There are no hidden meanings here. He’s trapped in a dark world where the light of love refuses to shine for him.

I want to ask the same question, where is love?

A lot of us think we know what it means. We believe we have it, want it, are able to express it, know when it’s being expressed towards us. But knowing the definition doesn’t mean we can actually do it. I know the definition of a pole-vaulter but if I attempted an even modest leap my lack of understanding of its definition would result in a spectacular YouTube worthy fail.

Love is an ideal that many attempt but few will be able to stick the landing. However, you can find a few gold medal winners Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, Lao Tzu…

Hey, also include that person who was done a terrible wrong but still looked through the lens of love and saw past the deed and understood the heart and still returned love without blame to you. There are faithful holders of the ideal sprinkled amongst all of us.

Love is the hardest emotion to understand with the intellect, it defies logic because it’s the language of the soul, the song of the heart. We're all tone deaf it appears in this world of ours to it's melody and lyric. Like Oliver we’re all locked in a dark world that mistreats us, batters our souls, misshapes our perceptions, ignites anger, walls in hate, whispers lies telling us we’re misunderstood, alone, unwanted.

Be the answer to Oliver’s prayer. Act with love. Do it today.

DFrey

Peace.

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Going Home

west 25, Cleveland, Ohio, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

It begins as a plan, then excitement mounts, all those activities that made you who you are relished and polished and placed on a shelf of honor are now dusted off for reexamination.

Wah Fu, Middleburgh Heights, Ohio, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

Flying is like a dream it’s time travel. You leave the familiar and join others in a streak across time and space.  You wearily awaken in a world once familiar but now everything seems slightly wrong. The trees are too big or just plain missing. Buildings are abandoned where you once waited in enormous throngs to see Star Wars.

Randall Park Mall, Cleveland, Ohio, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

The place where you had your first job, your first drink, your first love is demolished wiped away by local politics and the fear of gluten.

McDonald's, Solon, Ohio, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

But the people you cherish are still there. They are trapped in a loving embrace of time and place. Like kindly spirits they tell you of tales and adventures you once had together. Their recollections stained with regret that you left.

Jeff, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

The city that I sprung from will be there just like my shadow reminding me that our past sets our feet upon a future we can not see it’s end. 

Shadow, Daniel J Frey, Forces Film

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