Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Here's A Thought...
"If Jesus were alive today, we would kill him with legal injection. I call that progress. We would have to kill him for the same reason he was killed the first time. His ideas are just too liberal." --Kurt Vonnegut
Monday, January 30, 2017
Are You In?
Because I have had the great fortune of living abroad, I know that most people on this planet want the same things we do--food, love, shelter--no matter where they're from or what their creed.
Because I ate this morning, I can thank a Mexican. Because I can guarantee that a Mexican--undocumented or documented--cut, grew, picked, processed, cooked and/or washed the dishes for just about all the food that Americans eat. They have borne the blood of the slaughterhouses and been sprayed by the pesticides in the fields.
Because I've been alive over the past 40 years, I've watched how being G, L, B, T and/or Q has gone from something we couldn't even speak of publicly without humiliation or worse to something that the majority of this country stands by. Love is Love. And there ain't nothing truer than that. And if that isn't worth fighting for, I don't know what is.
Because I'm American, and also because I spent a good portion of my teens, 20s and 30s listening to Jazz, I recognize that this country would not have a real indigenous art form (emulated across the globe) if it were not for African Americans, who we have constantly kicked to the side, every one of us, despite the fact that Black Music and Black Art is the very soul of this place.
At the helm of this country, we've got somebody who doesn't recognize these fundamental truths of who we are.
Besides the narcism. Besides being a failed businessman. Besides mocking the disabled. Beside a good portion of us being conned by a snake oil salesman whose only tactic is hate and fear. Besides mocking somebody who spent 5 years in a POW camp fighting for this country, that is what truly disturbs me about this megalomaniac. He has no idea what it means to be an American. The only interest he serves is his own.
This country has been a beacon of high ideals, a land of dreamers. Of freaks who weren't wanted where they came from, but found not only an opportunity but a land of perpetual optimism that somehow creates a framework by which dreamers can live their dreams.
That this low-life scum, the den of snakes who have his ear, and the spineless GOP that made a Faustian bargain with this slug are going to make a mockery of this place in such a short time is really sickening.
I know that there are heroes out there. I'm looking to people like John McCain, with whom I disagree on a million and one things, but I know in my gut is a man of quality. I'm looking to people like Meryl Streep. If you like a sheep repeat the cliche from Putin's Puppet that "she's outta touch," then look in the mirror. Because no actor has been more in touch with the American soul and more connected to this human tragedy and comedy that we all live. I look to people like David Harbour, whose speech last night at the Screen Actors Guild basically affirmed the existence of a huge planet of us artists, freaks and dreamers.
We're going to need heroes like this. Men and women of quality aren't afraid of equality. Are you in?
Because I ate this morning, I can thank a Mexican. Because I can guarantee that a Mexican--undocumented or documented--cut, grew, picked, processed, cooked and/or washed the dishes for just about all the food that Americans eat. They have borne the blood of the slaughterhouses and been sprayed by the pesticides in the fields.
Because I've been alive over the past 40 years, I've watched how being G, L, B, T and/or Q has gone from something we couldn't even speak of publicly without humiliation or worse to something that the majority of this country stands by. Love is Love. And there ain't nothing truer than that. And if that isn't worth fighting for, I don't know what is.
Because I'm American, and also because I spent a good portion of my teens, 20s and 30s listening to Jazz, I recognize that this country would not have a real indigenous art form (emulated across the globe) if it were not for African Americans, who we have constantly kicked to the side, every one of us, despite the fact that Black Music and Black Art is the very soul of this place.
At the helm of this country, we've got somebody who doesn't recognize these fundamental truths of who we are.
Besides the narcism. Besides being a failed businessman. Besides mocking the disabled. Beside a good portion of us being conned by a snake oil salesman whose only tactic is hate and fear. Besides mocking somebody who spent 5 years in a POW camp fighting for this country, that is what truly disturbs me about this megalomaniac. He has no idea what it means to be an American. The only interest he serves is his own.
This country has been a beacon of high ideals, a land of dreamers. Of freaks who weren't wanted where they came from, but found not only an opportunity but a land of perpetual optimism that somehow creates a framework by which dreamers can live their dreams.
That this low-life scum, the den of snakes who have his ear, and the spineless GOP that made a Faustian bargain with this slug are going to make a mockery of this place in such a short time is really sickening.
I know that there are heroes out there. I'm looking to people like John McCain, with whom I disagree on a million and one things, but I know in my gut is a man of quality. I'm looking to people like Meryl Streep. If you like a sheep repeat the cliche from Putin's Puppet that "she's outta touch," then look in the mirror. Because no actor has been more in touch with the American soul and more connected to this human tragedy and comedy that we all live. I look to people like David Harbour, whose speech last night at the Screen Actors Guild basically affirmed the existence of a huge planet of us artists, freaks and dreamers.
We're going to need heroes like this. Men and women of quality aren't afraid of equality. Are you in?
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