FUCK DR. OZ........HARD

I have no respect for Dr. Oz and I never will. I'm not a Dr. but I am the son of a Physician that was the very embodiment of the Hippocratic oath. As a child I remember my father looking upon diet foods and crash weight loss products in a less than favorable manner. This idiot recommends every available product that's willing to pay him a hefty fee for valuable real estate in his show. He was grilled on the floor of congress and basically engaged in self contradictory statements and made himself look like a fool. Fuck you Oz you are not the wizard you want people to think you are.

If you want advice go to a Doctor that's willing to tell you the good and the bad in several areas. Stay away from the Physician featured in  The Canterbury Tales.

SOME BAFFLING THINGS IN THIS WORLD

Sometimes I think I'm either to much of an idealist or just not meant for this world. When I think of everything that's happening now I wonder how much longer before civilization as a word and concept loses its meaning. Parents kill kids, pedophiles are on the lose, it seems like the things we craved such as equality and so on are simply reflections of wishes long unfulfilled. It's funny because for every horrid happening there's a cause that doesn't fit and twenty or so hypocrites looking to make a "change."

My writing about it may not necessarily do anything to change the reality we live in but at least it speaks to the fact the we can't fool ourselves, nor can we fool each other.

WHEN DID WE LOSE TRACK?

In this age of social media and veiled ignorance we seem to have lost track of what's important in society. The population knows more about worthless figures like Justin Bieber and Rihanna than they do about their forefathers. I know that there is such a thing as evolution but I'm fairly certain that evolution implies progress and not regression. You ask anyone a question about the current state of the economy and you'll get some stupid and unrelated answer.

The specter of pseudo intellect and feigned indifference has become a ruling force of sorts. I understand that politics much like religion are private matters but I'd say that matters that affect society are far more important than matters of celebrity. I really could care less if Rihanna wants to show her goods or if Justin Bieber is a racist punk. I guess my question is, how does any of that make us better?

SLEEP: THOU ART THE SLAG OF THE NUNNERY

Okay so the Shakespearian title is a bit of a stretch, but that's what I do. This entry is more about my inability to sleep lately. I think that sleep and the mind have a whorish connection to one another. The mind stretches in every imaginable way and sleep holds out without regard. I have to liken my situation to a horny teen on prom night, the myth is far greater than the actual achievement. Sleeping is necessary, kind of like getting laid and getting paid but somehow it doesn't really work that way.

EVER WONDER ABOUT LIFE IN A MONASTERY?

Monks have been credited with innovations that have shaped everything from the study of genetics all the way to aviation principles. When you think of a monk you normally think of a person wearing a large robe seeking a form of lifelong spiritual enlightenment.

A monastery, as I imagine it, is a place of silence and introspection. I assume the monastery is a sort of fraternity that's dedicated to a singular noble purpose. I get the feeling though that human nature really surfaces. I mean all that silence, introspection, and thought must lead to curiosity. There have to be some questions surfacing at times.

I think life in a monastery really adds to the creative nature of a person. No type of vice, enlightenment, a clear head, it all really leads to creativity that goes beyond simple questioning and deep into examining the laws established by science, the very science that often challenges religion and dismisses spirituality. Yes, life in a monastery must be some kind of something.

AGE IS A STATE OF MIND

As I close in on my 35th birthday I wonder if perhaps I'm getting to old. I think if anything I'm a baby starting out. I look at age as nothing more than a state of mind. My body of work reflects a still very spry mind with an almost boundless ability for material. I'm not saying that I'm a genius but I am extremely good at being tireless.

I look at past examples of age not really playing a part in achievement and there are some prime examples. When people want to accomplish something, they find a way to defy time. I'm not saying we can stop time from passing, but we can use what time brings as an ally.

When George Burns was nearly 80 he began what would be considered the best period of an already lengthy and storied career. Jack Benny was in his late 70's and was still commanding high ratings with his specials based on The Jack Benny Program. If you want to accomplish greatness, work at it and if you want to preserve it make sure to believe in your own ability to do so in spite of time.

A LOT OF DRAMA LEADS TO LITTLE RESULTS

I'm not a big fan of drama, it seems like whenever the art of drama is involved in real life there is no way to make things move forward. I think we all engage in drama some way or another but when we do say in a manner that defines us, we really end up screwing ourselves, sometimes beyond repair. There are no winners when drama is at the epicenter of any situation. If you take anything from this blog, take the understanding that drama under any other context is simply bullshit in disguise.

THE BART TRAGEDY

Sometimes things happen that we don't quite expect, at least not this day and age. A 16 year old was killed in a BART train related fatality. There's not much to say other than this is one of those sad situations that's impossible to understand. It was stated that there was some sort of investigation into the kid's psychological state but that won't change the fact that this is an irreversible tragedy.

If there was something wrong with the kid's psychological state this is the kind of thing that tells parents  to always keep an open line of communication with their children.

LARRY FLYNT TRYING TO SAVE THE MAN THAT SHOT HIM

I don't particularly care for Larry Flynt mainly because of his line of work. I do think Flynt has an interesting side specifically when it comes to talking about rights, politics, and what have you. Most recently Flynt has made headlines by stating that the man who shot him in 1978 should not be executed. While the man that shot him is actually being put down for murdering someone in 1977, and not for the Flynt shooting, there are some interesting points Flynt is bringing up here.

Flynt feels that there should be greater scrutiny in so far as who is a part of the team that's responsible execution. There's also the name of the pharmacy and whether or not that compound pharmacy faces scrutiny from the state on other fronts. I don't think Flynt is trying to grab headlines so much as he is trying to hold systems accountable.

Should states where there is a death penalty for felons and lethal injection is the method of death be more open about the process? Flynt seems to feel this way about Missouri and chances are he feels this way about other states as well. The question is valid simply because Flynt is asking more for the reason of keeping other people and businesses in check.

I wonder how far Flynt will go here, considering how far he's gone in the past for other causes. Flynt did state that life in prison is a worst punishment than the quick release of death by lethal injection, I actually agree with that. I think Flynt has an uphill battle here only because he is Larry Flynt, the Hustler guy.

MY FIRST HOLIDAY REBELLION

When I was a child I was always relegated to the kid's table in thanksgiving. My aunt would throw a lavish dinner in her apartment on the beach. I remember that I was always given a table in the enclosed balcony. I did not mind sitting at that table because I had an amazing view of the beach. I did have a huge problem with the fact that my dinner consisted of pieces of the turkey that were picked out for me.

I remember clearly that I would get these slices of turkey, perfectly carved and fit for a cat. I always got more salad than I desired and a little skin. I assume that because I was a thin but long kid everyone thought I was not a big eater. I would examine this situation closely before making my move. I had to employ a daring approach that would require a little extra courage and guile. This was my year to make that statement and employ all the tactics I learned watching animated action cartoons.

I was seven years old and the year was 1986, I was going to make a move in order to make my presence felt. I decided to make a move on the fabled drumstick. I remember that particular drumstick was so big, at least to me. I was ready to show I was worthy of a move up from my table of solitude. I paced slowly as the adults spoke of subjects I knew nothing about.

I made a move behind a chair that was not pushed in all the way, and quickly turned and found myself under the table. I saw no legs so I made sure to make a strategic move toward the center, where the turkey sat. I moved to a chair near the turkey and finally made eye to, wait, I looked upon the turkey. I knew that the turkey would be a great challenge and I had to wing it, and quick. I grabbed the drumstick unnoticed and moved on.

When everyone looked at me I was saying a little prayer and toasting my sprite in triumph. Everyone looked in shock and awe, I amazed them all and the following year I would be a proud member of the adult table and allowed to choose my portion of the fabled gobbler. I would look at the kid's table in triumph and mentally hold it up as a sign of victory.

MY HOLIDAY TO DO LIST

I love the holidays and like everyone else I have still yet to do a lot of things that I want to do. I guess this is my bucket list of thing that I want to do on the holidays. I first want to stuff a turkey, I have always feared stuffing a turkey because I was told as a child that the turkey could come to life and as a result it could devour my arm in anger. Once I have conquered the turkey I will move on to what's next.

I want to make a Dorito casserole with various flavors such as cool ranch, guacamole, and nacho cheese and so on. I think that the casserole gets an awful rap because normally is not fun to even look at. I want to revolutionize the casserole for at least one holiday. The next thing on my list is to go ahead and conquer the rink at the city centre in Amsterdam.

Last Christmas I went to Amsterdam and out of fear walked away from the rink. I want to walk back into the rink and show those five year old Dutch kids that I too can hang. I just feel that my life would be incomplete if I did not impose my alpha male nature in this particular rink full of children. I really want to say "I did that." The last thing I want to do this holiday season is initiate a major snow ball war in the street, also in Amsterdam.

I want there to be snowball warfare because I love snow balls and chucking them at people. I want to be able to look at all the mess and pound my chest with great pride. I understand that there will be a lot of carnage, but hey that's life.

THE ART OF REBIRTH

Not too long ago I was feeling incredibly down, in fact I needed to reach up in order to touch the ground people walk on. As I sat in the dark wondering why I was even alive I felt a snap. I knew that there was something wrong and that something was the erosion of self belief. I knew that I needed to get up and rise again.

I realized in that moment when things seemed to snap that I was going to experience a rebirth. To me a rebirth is a sort of art, you have to look around at everything you see wrong and breathe in. Once you take that breath you close your eyes and drift into another state.

Once you have drifted you find yourself in a whole new level, at least I did. Yes there is rebirth, there is a possibility that life will get better when you have hit the bottom of the pile. I say this out of optimism, because I have lived it, I have lived through it many times. Yes I understand what it's like to fall, get up, fall again, and get up again and I don't mind.

Next time you fall, remember that if you wish to you will be born once more and rise.

TIME FOR A CHECK UP FROM THE NECK UP

I know this sounds like one of those self help entries but it's more of a common sense thing. I sometimes look down and think that this is it. I get that feeling that I've done something wrong and then I realize life's just begun. All I have to do is watch The Eric Andre Show and realize that if a freaking idiot like that made it, so can I. See, I told you this was a little more than self help and more like self serve.

I don't have much more to say because I am seriously tired and I have something interesting to do.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?

I usually try to stay away from certain issues only because hot buttons tend to create animosity and I'm not all about that. Having said that let me ask: Who in the fuck does Charles Rangel think he is? Who in the fuck does Sheila Jackson Lee think she is? Why won't all these fucking republican and democrat whores shut the fuck up about one another and stop politicizing everything just so they can make a point.

A woman with postpartum depression and an apparent bi polar disorder ends up going of the deep end and that's the fault of republicans? What the hell? Is there nothing sacred anymore? The woman got shot because she was seen as some sort of threat and suddenly the big thing answer is " This was a cause of the lack of the republican action." I think politicizing someone's mental illness is the lowest form of shit.

I have a better idea, how about democrats and republicans stop pimping our economy like a garden variety whore and do their jobs. Miriam Carey was a mentally unstable person and as a result of her problems she ended up making a mistake that would cost her her life and almost cost her her 18 month old's life. Please, don't use this as yet another manner of finger pointing, all of do need to shut the hell up and do your job.

SO, IS IT FULL CIRCLE?

When you write for a living and you do it as a hobby you sometimes get that feeling like you are about to hit a wall. When that feeling comes I think of it as coming full circle. I have done 360 entries and I have an infinite number left and yet 360 is that first full circle. I like to write about current events, entertainment, anything that trends. I like to put a certain twist on everything, simply my opinion. At times I like to get deep and tell stories. I guess I have come to a full circle. Perhaps I will begin to write about things that make no sense.

On seconde thought, fuck it I'll just do whatever the hell I please and see how that works out.

YOU LEARN

Sometimes you have to step back and look at someone else's work, in order to learn something. I stepped back recently and read the work of a fellow blogger in depth. I'll cal him the rat because that's what he calls himself. Some of his entries are longer than other and they cover a wide variety of things, from news, to blues, to life. I enjoyed the reads simply because they taught me that in blogging life, you don't have to write a million things to be clear. I like the fact that I don't necessarily agree with everything Rat writes, because it makes me think about different perspectives. I have seen people get out of the mohave simply because they don't agree, I guess ignorance works that way. I want to say to the rat, thanks, I learned a neat trick.

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL MORNING

It's  morning on a Saturday and I'm feeling pretty good. I have made the decision to use today as a sort of journal day. The news are depressing, uninteresting and frankly they just piss me off. Why talk about reality television, murders, and politics when you can look out a window and catch a lovely view of the sun. I think politics were designed for conversation more than anything else, and I don't like to talk quite as much as I like to write. It's funny how sometimes life is so disappointing in terms of what you see in the mediums that you find yourself getting re-aqcuainted with nature and what have you. Perhaps today will be a day of discovery, and then again I will probably comeback and shoot bullets at everything I dislike.

TWINKIES WILL KILL YOU

I am not writing this in order to give you a health update. Twinkies are a fucking killer, as I craved something while writing I decided to make a play for the twinkie. I opened the fucking thing and thought "Yes" the twinkie was mine. I felt like I would enjoy the little creme filled bastard within minutes. I thought my life was full and complete with this twinkie.

This is the point where the story gets real, the twinkie attempted to take revenge for the deaths of its twinkie brethren. I was slowly eating the twinkie when suddenly I began to choke. I panicked and reached for the water. I did not find the water and began to lose my balance and sight. I started coughing.

I decided to close my eyes and lower my head. As I coughed I decided to open up the fridge and reach for a water bottle. I got the bottle, opened it up and took a drink, I was still alive. This was something of a scary situation until my son made the back pounding safe. I decided to spare the twinkie and go on. I am still alive and I suggest if you want to keep that status as well, stay off the twinkie, because it will kill you.

WHY AM I STILL UP?

It's late and I am still up writing, I really have to question my sanity. I have a meeting in the morning and need to be sharp but I am so interested in other things at the moment. I wonder if night brings about hubris and makes people feel invincible. I am tired, I am thirsty, I know what my day will bring tomorrow but I just don't feel like letting that get to me. I am thinking of so many things and so many things I am thinking of make such little sense, even to me.

An hour ago I was thinking of what it must have been like to be David Sarnoff back when he was delivering flowers to the may mistresses of Marconi out in New York. Then I think back to previous hours and how thrilled I was with the latest installment of the HBO drama Newsroom and how cool it is that Jeff Daniels will likely have an iconic role to define his outstanding career. Here I am, it's late as fuck and I am still writing, and yet I don't know why.

This blog is such a medium for expression, often times I express raw emotion without any real attention to accuracy and I wonder how many mistakes I have made in the process of creating volume. I don't give a shit about what people think of my mistakes because this is my forum and yet I want reactions, I want to push buttons and get people talking. Yes I know what I'm saying because I read and read carefully but often times I write recklessly because I am fully invested. I look forward to numbers, ideas, reactions and I love when I have the opportunity to prove assholes wrong.

I am not really into political correctness, in fact I challenge that ridiculous and hypocritical norm which we enforce because honestly it's nothing more than fear, a blanket for the cowardly. It's late and I am opening up to perfect strangers because I am secure in my own feelings and opinions, I will agree, disagree, and stand up when it's necessary. I will attack people not for the sake of the attack but simply because I live in reality. It's late, I'm tired and open, and I will say whatever the hell I want to say.

THE STORY OF THE BIG FAT CAT

There was once a big fat cat that started life as a little kitten. The kitten was quiet, often afraid and alone in the world. As the kitten grew he became angry and chose to become a user of other cats. As he embraced cat manhood he started to put together a business, the business was Casa de Los Gatos. The cat married and had little kittens, but he did not know real love.

While his wife was dedicating herself to him, he trapped her in the golden liter box and forced her to witness his lust for female kitty cats. He often paid cat mothers to sell their virgin daughters to him. The cat sex was often to intense since he had a cat penis implant. This fat cat was not a good cat, his suffering as a kitten did not teach him a lesson. Ultimately the fat cat's wife died and while he continued to spray his disgusting cat sperm everywhere, his children destroyed the Casa De Los Gatos. 

The cat would live on, unhappy and unable to forget the evil he had spread over the years. This cat had allowed his money to become a vehicle for evil and hatred. One day when he was alone and hallucinating he had a visitor, the visitor was death. The cat and death spoke and the conversation was disturbing.

CAT: Death?

DEATH: Yes.

CAT: Have you come for me?

DEATH: No.

CAT: Why not?

DEATH: You hurt many.

CAT: Who?

DEATH: You know who.

CAT: When will I die?

DEATH: A decision for the cosmos.

CAT: So?

DEATH: You will suffer.

CAT: Why?

DEATH: Time is the worst punishment.

CAT: So?

DEATH: You will live to let your mind make you suffer, until you can suffer no more. I will take my leave.

CAT: Please take me, please.

The cat lived on for may more years and as he continued to remember all the damage he did, he suffered more and more. The cat's children would die as would his beloved business. The cat would grow older and older and die slowly. The lesson here is that no matter what, or who you are in life, you don't have the right to make others suffer.