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You think you know who you are but you don’t. You probably did 30 years ago but now you have no clue who you are other than your name.

You don’t know what you do because if you DID, you would actually DO it instead of wasting your time doing foolish shit on social media sites (like looking at porn). You have NO CLUE who you do it for, other than YOURSELF. If you even had an INKLING as to WHO you do anything for you’d treat those that feed you with more respect, instead of just acting like they are another twenty bucks for you.

Once again, you have no IDEA what anyone wants from you. You are a jack of all trades and a master of none.

Finally, since you have no IDEA who you do WHAT for, you wouldn’t know how it changes anyone if it came up and bit you on the ass. And no, you are NOT in the 20%. More like the negative 20% who don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself, you don’t get it, will never get it and you are too cocky and arrogant to EVER get it!

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It’s wonderful that the September 11th Victim Compensation Fund was finally passed by Congress, setting compensation for all injured from this terrorist act until 2090.

What’s shameful is all the bullshit and pleading needed to get this done when it should never had been a question in the first place.  It should never have had to come down to the actions of any surviving first responders, former television show hosts or New York City police detectives living out their last days to get this done.  It just should have been done.  Period.  And it should have been unanimous, not have a positive Senate vote of 97 with two bastards voting against it.

People talk about so-and-so being “un-American”.  You want to know who the real un-Americans are?  Rand Paul and Mike Lee.  They’re not even worthy to be called “senators”.



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The Real Candidate

Twenty Democrats have spoken.  Each has had their initial chance to tell America why they feel they would make a better President than the SHITHOLE we have now.  Of course, considering the current “president”, these twenty people didn’t have to really say much to prove themselves.  A flea on a rat would make a better “president” than SHITHOLE.

On a more serious note, I want to tell you who I”m voting for.  I’m voting for the REAL candidate.  I’m done with fake, because that’s what we have now.  By real I mean the person, man or woman, who does not try to impress me by speaking Spanish, French, Dutch or any other language than English.  Because I’m not impressed.  The fact you can speak another language is great.  But tell me, other than the fact you can speak another language and SHITHOLE can’t, how is speaking another language going to make you the kind of President America needs?

By real I mean the person, man or woman, young or old, who understands what Americans go through in their everyday lives.  All Americans.  Rich, poor, middle-class, homeless, immigrant, undocumented.  Working.  Unemployed.  Mothers.  Fathers.  Grandparents.  I want the real candidate to grasp exactly how Americans live.  How many struggle to make ends meet.  How a working family of two is barely getting by and is not saving a cent.

By real I mean the person, man or woman, black, white, Latino, straight, gay, bi, trans, whatever, who knows what Americans want in healthcare, education, gun control, climate control, immigration and basic human rights.  I want the REAL candidate to not only KNOW what Americans want, I want them to UNDERSTAND why they want it.

I don’t care what race you are,  how old you are, what sex you are, what your sexual orientation is, what religion you are, what school you went to, how many languages you speak, if you were in the military, if you play piano, the oboe or the trombone, if you are married, have kids, have pets and vacation in Europe.  None of that means anything to me if you aren’t at first REAL.


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Passing The Torch

Last evening a generational torch was passed.

It was my 14-year-old daughter’s first concert.  At the same venue I attended my first concert thirty-six years ago.

In 1983 the place was called The Centrum.  The artist was Rick Springfield.  In 2019 the place is called The DCU Center.  The artist was Pentatonix.  As in 1983 souvenirs were purchased and memories were made.  The artists may have changed but the venue has not and is showing its age of nearly forty years.

As in 1983 there is still a need for more women’s rooms and the seats still feel like concrete.  But as it did for me in 1983, and as it did for my daughter in 2019, the music rocked.  It entertained.  It brought a continuous smile to my daughter’s face.  She had the time of her life.  To me that’s all that matters.