an open letter to the sheep...

'we are all fighting the same

we are all in the same war

we are all in the same revolution

got to know who you're fighting for'

—Fight the Fight, Living Colour (1990)

you want change? Then let's get some! But i'm not convinced you want it...

you want affordable health insurance but you don't want the government to run, presumably because the Health/Medical Industrial Complex is running it so well. i was once fortunate enough to qualify for Medicaid after a health emergency. To put things in perspective, my two prescriptions cost a total $10. Under my plan with Local 3 i paid $40. Under government operated Medicaid i never paid out of pocket for appointments, EKGs or Echos, under my plan with Local 3 there was a $20+ copay. You have to ask yourself, is this about socialism or is it about profit. The tea baggers are being tea bagged...

you want Obama to eat shit, well, he's eating it, but not because of some Red Bulled Doc Brown-like gasbag. Obama's party sold their souls for some extra seats in Congress, but what they got were left handed republicans, who are holding onto the center for dear life. There is no change in the middle...

you want the banks to stop giving bonuses and the current administration to bailout the tax payer not the big bad banks. If my memory serves this bailout plan was the brainchild of the former administration. While Tim Geithner hasn't picked the ball up and ran with it, the onus lies upon the former administration and Congress, many of whom are still sitting in the same seats on this very day. You want change, forget about democracy. Voting is our right and privilege, but what is it worth when our elected officials are more concerned with what's in the lobby then your family's living room. You want change, get your money out of the market, fire your broker, fire your bank! Walk out, bring your business to a local financial institute. Its just plain hypocritical to complain about the state of the banking industry while you have a Chase, Bank Of America or Citibank ATM card in your wallet...

once you begin to realize that the world doesn't revolve around sound bytes, and gasbags and politicians and that in fact is is being run by people who have more money and control over what you buy for dinner than you do—once you get that—maybe we can have a serious conversation...

the elder had a Social Studies teacher named Hoffman. He would always lecture the class about how he was going to move out of the country at some point due to the cold war/nuclear crisis of the '80s. The fear of mismanagement leading to a nuclear holocaust. Right now i want to leave because of the fear that is crippling this nation. Manufactured fear. Fear of socialism, or disarmament of your Borelli, fear of faux-"death panels", whatever other nonsense that has scared you into the idea that unfettered capitalism is the only answer. This is the result of "smaller government"...

time to man up and take some responsibility for yourselves—you're being tea bagged...

a light in the dark...

hey, Pat Robertson, i just got off the phone with Jesus. He told me to tell you to start acting like a Christian. i told the man to tell you himself, but he says he stopped talking to you years ago. i mean; the 700 Club made you millions of dollars and a national celebrity, you even ran for President for a short time a bunch of years ago, why trash Haiti when you should be doing what the man you call your savior has asked of you. How can you call yourself a Christian? How could you possibly along with your million dollar ministry friends call yourselves Christians?...

i heard a story that Samuel Dalembert, center for the Philadelphia 76ers and Haiti native announced an initial donation to the Haiti Relief Effort of $100,000. Now i know Pat, he is making $12 mil this year and will $13 mil the next. Its a drop in the bucket for sure. But in 10 years Dalembert won't have that kind of paycheck coming his way, in fact i doubt he will receive a salary the amount of that initial donation after he retires or is released from the NBA. There will be no coaching job or ESPN gig, when his career is over so is the paycheck. But there he is donating what could be the price of one of his children's college educations to the relief effort in Haiti. You, Pat, are spending you afternoons spitting vitriol in the name of god. When does the hypocrisy end?...

Actress Alyssa Milano is asking, no, charging corporations to equal, just equal her donation amount of $50,000. Shit, Bristol Myers Squibb should be flying a few of their private jets filled with medical supplies free of charge down to Port Au Prince. Let me get this straight, Pat, Haiti, because of their lack of identity and education, mostly due unrest created from fear, are devils. The minority population that hangs on to the idea of voodoo, because it all of their culture they have left, they are evil. You're telling me, that your great and powerful Oz is punishing them for this? Like the 400 years of political unrest weren't enough. Save your self-righteous claptrap for the boys and girls of Bristol Myers Squibb and other pharmaceutical agencies—all the other corporations that have raped and pillaged without a thought of lending a hand, unless it could make them a profit. Good PR. Aren't they the real devils, the real evil. i applaud Ms. Milano for her call-out. And in a economic climate such as we are in, how can nameless, faceless and unemployed folks like myself be asked to scrounge a couple of extra pennies to send to the Red Cross or any other reputable charity, when there is so much to go around up there where the air is rare?...

here's to Dalembert and Milano, and any other celebrity that uses their worth and popularity to stoke a fire under a corporation. And here's a gas face to pat Robertson, who has shown us what kind of "Christian" he really is...

selling the world's most famous arena...

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breaking news...

and that's no lie...

journey to the center of the earth...

so i heard it was mighty cold here the last couple of weeks...

yeah, sorry about that, i had to get out of town for a bit. The burden of the constellation can be trying and the path arduous. To properly maintain a hue of sanity i need to recoil from time to time. i didn't mean to take the more seasonable weather with me for my journey but it happens. i've never been accused of taking air out of a room but there is a first time for everything. Most of all i missed the Cat Mom, so i jumped a flight way out west, and took a little vacation...

your regular holiday fare...

staring at big holes in the ground...
a little night-life...
some reflection and relaxation...

and hanging with Maxwell Edison and his boys; Captain Orange and Gramps...

something this vast and random is not to be underestimated—the constellation, not the Canyon, but in fairness, the Grand Canyon is worth the trip if for nothing more than the challenging drive up I-17 if you are coming from the Tucson/Phoenix area. That humble feeling you get from standing at the edge of certain death, well, that's just icing on the cake...

but i have returned from my sojourn refreshed and alive to find out that Jay Leno is trying to muscle NBC into paying more for less, leaving Conan O'Brien cast from his rightful place, the Jets have a big game ahead of them this weekend, Carlos Beltran went rogue on the Mets while Sarah Palin went on FOX News as a talking head—how unrogue. Haiti, like they needed more bad wei, was pummeled by an extraordinary turn of celestial events...

i was able to solve the energy crisis and even took a couple of yoga classes. i saw another awe-inspiring work from Terry Gilliam by the title of the 'Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassass' and caught the reemergence of Guy Richie via 'Sherlock Holmes.' i may get to all of it, i may not, but until then, namaste motherfuckers...

i see my return ushered in some warmer weather...

saving lives since 1973, you're welcome...