The Last Dance...

It’s sort of odd to

hear a Disco song

of a bygone era

rattling through ones

mind on a milestone day

that is also about to become

part of a bygone era.

Disco and my Thirties

are over.  Disco has been

dead for a long time,

and it died in my lifetime,

which is interesting in and

of itself. I lived with Disco?

There’s still a few songs I guiltily enjoy.

My Thirties however, I’m glad

they’re ending.  They have been

exceedingly rambunctious, annoying,

terrifying, depressing, joyful, hilarious,

embarrassing, disappointing, mournful,

melancholy, morose, anxiety ridden, and

at times, even a little sexy.

Just like Disco.

With a lot less drugs.

Or Gold Lame pants.

My Thirties, at times, did have

a pretty good beat, something you

could dance to, but I think it was more

about learning the dance steps than it

was about the dancing.

And, I like dancing.

But I like learning more.

So Donna Summer, you go ahead and

play your song in my head, I can take it:

“So let's dance, the last dance
Let's dance, the last dance

Let's dance this last dance tonight…”

Groovy.   

Ranking

I’m a novice at this getting

older thing. It’s the first time

I’ve had to do it so I hope

everyone can bear with me.

It’s always new.

I’m an amateur at aging.
I’m nowhere near a

professional at it.

It’s just what I’m doing

every single day.

Year by year a new milestone

is struck. A new age bracket to

explore without ever believing

I’d make it this far.

Never had a blueprint or road-map.

I’ve just had to make it up as I

went along; Highs, lows, loves,

broken hearts, lies, truths, failures,

successes and never really knowing

if it was right, wrong or just what it was.

 Always a new issue, crisis, conflict,

grumbling, grousing, and to go through,

always a new lesson, always an education,

always a time and a place for a new time and

place.

I’m still an apprentice at living,

I’m still a beginner at being.

I don’t know where I’m going,

but I have seen where I’ve been,

and I suppose that’s where credentials come from.

I’m facing a new decade of numbers,

a chance to move up in the

rankings of life to Semi-Pro and

if I’m lucky, loved and liked,

I might turn Pro. 

Getting my Thanks on

I’m thankful for Art.

I’m thankful for free expression.

I’m thankful for imagination.

I’m thankful for the dreamers.

To see an empty canvass,

an empty page,

a blank music sheet

or pile of rusty metal,

and think…

that could be something,

that will be something,

I will make it something.

I’m thankful for the painters,

the poets, the writers, the

musicians, the sculptors, the

outside visionaries.

I’m thankful for the thinkers.

I’m thankful for those that see

pain, love, lust, suffering, joy, and

loss, and they give it shape.

Cutting away the stone,

mixing the paint,

banging piano keys,

typing the same word over and over.

I’m thankful we have the ability to

get the abstract, and see the shades of all

our churning thoughts and states

into a simple representation of all of us.

I’m thankful we have Art.

I’m thankful we have free expression.

I’m thankful we have imagination.

I’m thankful we have dreams. 

Mr. Golden and His Rule

I’m not sure how hard

this is.

I don’t get why it’s so

tough.

There’s always been a way

to behave.

I can’t help wonder where

it went.

Treat others as

you

would

like

to

be

treated.

It’s pretty simple.

I can’t imagine a simpler

message.

It’s just… so simple.

We teach it to children

and they grasp it.

Wide eyed and believing

and they get it.

We wrestle with it.

We resist it.

We think we’re better.

We think we know better.

I’m not sure how it got

so hard.

I’m not clear on when it

changed.

I’m unsure about the

evolution.

I think I miss my name. 

Someone Has to Get Coffee

                This has been a very difficult overnight and morning for me. I’m a passionate liberal with dreams of a Star Trek type future. A future where the accumulation of wealth is no longer the driving force in the culture, where race, creed, religion, sex, are no longer on anyone’s minds or even an issue. People are only interested in the advancement of humanity as a whole and exploring our infinite potential. So in light of our recent election, I’m a little bummed out.

                This election and its results are indeed different than the ones in the past. This is the first time I can recall that I’m genuinely afraid for people I know and people I love. In the past it’s been disagreements about rhetoric and some minor domestic policies, but I always thought the candidate had what they felt was the best interests of the people at heart.  This time, I’m not so sure.  

                I’m not sure because for the first time I feel like the country has elected a person who wants to put his own ideals ahead of the American ideals. The people have elected a person whose own greed and lust for power have overshadowed any humanitarian or altruistic virtues I’ve come to associate with the office of the President.   Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness are at the core of the American value system. We’ve almost always looked to Presidents that reflect those values and help to attain those lofty goals, by moving us forward into better times, domestically or economically.

                But then, is this President-Elect a reflection of America?  Is it possible that this shining light on the hill has devolved into a xenophobic right wing white men’s Christian conservative values country? Is the Election of Donald Trump a true reflection of this country’s underlying distrust of women, of homosexuals, of immigrants, of persons of color? Is it underlying any longer? I’m afraid that it is no longer underlying. I’m afraid we liberals were complacent and blind. I’m afraid we were arrogant in our expectation that people in this country are generally good and want equality and liberty for all.

                I’m angry that the election of this man happened. I’m angry that I have to be fearful for my friends and family. I’m angry at the people who voted for a TV celebrity rather than for progress. I’m angry at broadcast television for never providing any in-depth political reporting about anything, leaving a gap in information. I’m angry at Cable News for constantly focusing on the wrong issues and talking about them to death.  I’m angry at the failure of newspapers. I’m angry at the amount of disinformation that has been allowed to seep into American culture. I’m angry that somehow, facts aren’t facts anymore because of how they make you “feel”.  I’m angry that someone’s opinion matters more than the facts.  I’m angry because I just don’t think going backwards is anyway to move forward.

                I think social progress is essential to healthy National growth. Fear has never been good for social progress or social justice. Historically, fear has led to Pogroms, isolationism, extremism and divisions so deep that it takes generations to finally heal.  A populace that is terrified of their shadow will do just about anything to protect itself from any perceived threat, real or imagined.  The President Elect played those fears like a harp from hell and the people, uninformed, disenfranchised, and isolated heard music.

                I had a few lines from the movie Gladiator go through my head this morning as I listened to Donald Trump’s speech. “I think he [Commodus] knows what Rome is. Rome is the mob. Conjure magic for them and they'll be distracted. Take away their freedom and still they'll roar. The beating heart of Rome is not the marble of the Senate; it's the sand of the Coliseum. He'll bring them death...and they will love him for it.”    In this case, the Coliseum was the Media, the debates, the constant onslaught of “news” stories and a man fanning the flames of fear against a woman with ideals of hope and courage.  

                Right now, I’m still upset though. I’m deeply disappointed by the voters. I feel as if the hopeful America I believe in; the one for progress, inclusion, possibility and equality has taken a step backwards toward tyranny, religious extremism, and the extremes of conservatism.   

                Yet, I should stop there. I should stop and be reminded that this is a wake-up call. This is a klaxon call for us to open our eyes to the troubles within our deeply divided nation and really start to work to fix those problems.  We must not flee in despair but plant our feet firmly in the ground and use our woken voice to do what we can to fight any policy or legislation that threatens the freedoms of any American. A crime against one is a crime against us all and we must be resolved to resist any attempts to limit our liberties, our lives or the pursuit of our happiness’s.  

              

Voting is Cool

On this most Auspicious and

American of Days, I want to

encourage everyone to get out

and vote. It is a right so many

have sacrificed for and some don’t have.

Using the collective voices of

this Republic we can indeed

create the sort of country we

want. We are the destiny makers,

we are, “The dreamers of the Dream”.

Republican or Democrat, independent

or Green, it’s important to know that

participating in the process is just as

important as your person winning.

The power to vote is essential to the American

Experiment.

The Founder’s, I like to think, hoped this

American Experience would encourage

free thinking and encourage boldness in the

face of tyranny and oppression. They hoped

to create a Nation with Liberty and Justice for all.

They weren’t perfect. They missed the slavery

issue completely. They were not Gods, but men.

They were flawed and men of their time and era.

Yet, they had foresight, they knew this country

wasn’t for them. It was for us. Now. Here.

So make sure you’re voting today,

make sure you’re thinking about what’s

best for everyone and not just yourself,

because we are all in this together

and for generations of future Americans. 

Picking Battles and Choosing Fights

It’s great to be a principled

person.

It’s good to know that your

morality is superior.

It’s nice to feel that everything

can be explained.

But not everyone feels that way.

Some people are immovable as

mountains. Uncompromising as

the seas and as disrespectful

as age is to dignity.

To want a reason,

an explanation, insight into

why someone does something terrible

is perfectly normal and it’s good you

want to know.

I have found however, and still find,

that the answer isn’t usually very good.

It’s unsatisfying. It’s empty.   Meaningless,

and baffling to the rational person.

Some folks are just bad.

There are those types, those people,

that’ll knock a man down just because they

can, who’ll attempt to assert control over others

in a vain attempt to have control over their

own emptiness; their own moral vacancy.  

There is no reaching them in a casual conversation,

and no just or moral act will show them their

erroneous ways. Some folks are just pricks,

who actually enjoy being pricks due to the chemistry in

their faulty wired brain.

It is great to try and reach them,

it’s good to try and have them explain,

It’s nice to want an answer for how they can

justify themselves.

A leopard doesn’t change its spots

however, and a jerk is a jerk and no

punishment or application of moral

virtue will ever get through.

They feed on their chaos.

It’s best to starve them of

their chaos instead. To hold them at bay

in their pursuit of anarchy.

Passive resistance against a tide

of inhumanity.

Action moments must be

timed carefully with bullies, braggarts,

cowards and chickens.  Sometimes taking

an action against them, at the wrong time,

leaves them enraged and bitter without

having learned anything.

Kindness in the face of overwhelming adversity

can sometimes go further than a night in jail,

a punch in the face, a kick in the rump or even

a well thought out, coherent, logical, conversation.

Sometimes.  Not always.

Wisdom is knowing when to fight,

and when not to. Figuring out when to

apply it takes patience and courage, even

when the crowds are screaming for bloody

revenge.  

Sometimes all is failure and there is no

road to redemption. Then you write them

off and go on with your life,

knowing some souls are too damaged to

ever redeem.