Mealymouthed, vacillating pronouncements muddle what is real: We don’t know what to think anymore. This is by design. Oh, well—let them do their thing, let them do it their way, I guess.

This is evil; this is genuine evil: It killed six million Jews some eighty years ago—Oh, well, let them do their thing, let them do it their way, I guess. Oh, we’re going to go in here and have a shower? Okay, I guess. What we know from history would have told us that instead of mildly complying, we needed to storm the palace and kill the motherfucker: Hitler. History has given us a gut punch, but without the tragic history, no gut punch. Oh, gee, is storming the palace really justifiable? It is not; the sad truth is that it is not. We need the history to feel the feelings, to know and understand the truth. We need the history to know what is wrong in the world and correct it. Muddled values, mixing up right and wrong—this is the mind of the psychopath come real. It is evil; be careful.

Something that is very wrong in the world today is the mealymouthed, vacillating pronouncements that muddle our perceptions. We are a nation of the people: Do we let stupid people in power gut-punch us with lies and distract us into some wild-ass fantasies of wish fulfillment? Oh gee, I wish I could come up with ideas like that, wow, Man, gee, good idea. Shallow thinking killed six million Jews. The charm of the psychopath IS the enacting of evil. Today, we have the means to observe what is happening all the time. We need to use it. We need clarity; we need the absolute, base-line truth. Did this political leader have sex with fourteen-year-old girls on a private island in the Caribbean some thirty years ago?  If he did, walk him out the fucking door. If he didn’t, leave him alone. The truth; the simple truth, get it, find, wrest from them, we the people, wrest it from them.

We are a great nation.

All humans are created equal.

This demi-continent, east to west, north to south.

This stunning earth; this spectacular expanse.

The city streets: The bustle of life, the culture at its core,
       The wonder of it all.

A wondrous place where dreams come true.

You are you, and I am me.

A good cup of coffee in the morning.

The glory be, the better world that we have brought to be
on the ecstatic visions of our forebears.

We hold these truths to be self-evident.

Never hold us victim to your lies:
        We the people.

Master manipulators?
       No: We the people.

We have seen the purple mountain majesties.
      You ain’t got nothin’ on us.

The simple truth; the simple truth.
      It is ours, in all its glory.

Manipulate public opinion? I am a cutesy family person, look!
       Fuck that noise.

Do right by the people—we own you, strictly speaking, in terms of being a
Representative Democracy, a Democratic Republic; you know what I mean—OR DO YOU?

I have thrilled at the beauty of the West: the canyons, the mountains, the
bays, the marvelous climates.

I know where truth lies.

I know what freedom is.

I know where truth meets beauty: the revery of beautiful mornings, a cool breeze across the kitchen, a listless day by the shore, hope for tomorrow, a green salad with dinner.

A very good cup of coffee in the morning.

I know where truth meets beauty: A life well-lived, honest and free.

Playing cards with friends: nothing to do but talk about hidden truths.

THAT GUY—Yeah, there’s still larceny in his heart. Camouflaged psychopathy: He can bring the world down faster than you can say Peace and Love, just like you mean it, hippy style.

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[Above is my most recent blog. I am trying to go where language has not gone before. You can tell that I am a big fan of William Shakespeare. I succeed I believe in a poetic evaluation of current events. I think that something is deeply and profoundly wrong with what is happening now. Could we think a little more about our founding principles and the ecstatic beauty that can exist in everyday life?

I hope you will read it through; I have some important things to say, and I use some strong language to drive it home—to gut-punch you with my point of view. I do not listen to news anymore: Tough talk, followed by reasonable analysis; tough talk, followed by reasonable analysis; tough talk, followed by reasonable analysis or mild jousting—tough talk wins every time. Don’t become a trash-talking fool, but play the game that is out there; trash-talk when it gets the job done—then, go back to being your lovely self.]