Dreamer’s World June 21, 2018 – Digging A Hole

    After I finished my first blog post today, I started wondering about how the awful effects of having a Nazi in the White House might affect us. One thing really startled me.
    RWNJ lunatics like to point out that people who come to this country should be restricted because they could be enemies or terrorists. This is a valid point, and should not be underestimated. However, putting children in concentration camps might be the worst thing that we could do. These people coming here are in search of a better life for themselves and their children. Treating them like subhumans, and treating their children like criminals might have the effect of creating more enemies and terrorists than we already face.
    We don’t need more enemies unless you subscribe to the RWNJ Nazi view of the world that anyone who disagrees with you, or looks different than you, or comes from another country or ethnic background is already a threat. I refute that point of view, we need more love in this world and not more hatred. Sadly, the Nazi in the White House seems hellbent on making new enemies whenever and wherever he can.
    RWNJ and the Nazi in the White House are our biggest threats to our security.
 

Dreamer’s World June 21, 2018 – What Have We Become?

        Since today is the longest day of the year, it only seems right to direct the maximum light onto this country and ask “What In The FUCK Is Wrong With Us?”
    The news is filled with stories of people hating each other publicly. We have opened a Pandora’s Box of dangerous emotion and hatred ever since the RWNJ fringe came to power in this country. The Nazi in the White House has been leading the charge of these hate-filled fanatics and shows no sign of slowing down. I find it hard to believe that there are so many hate-filled people in this country. They are the first to claim how much they love this nation, but they are also the first to show how little they understand it.
The US was founded by immigrants, but today the followers of the Nazi in the White House would gladly promote genocide if their idiot leader told them that is what he wanted. Their hatred doesn’t stop there, of course.
Any minority is the subject of their wrath
because they sadly believe that only people as stupid and truly disgusting as they are should live here. Every day, we find another example of some racist RWNJ caught on video showing their hatred for other people. Racial hate crimes are increasing, but since the Nazi in the White House thinks Nazis are “very fine people,” they proceed without fear of condemnation or punishment.
The fact that RWNJ oppose most hate-crime legislation shows their true colors to the rest of us. I have to believe that there are more of us who love each other than there are of those who just hate everyone. My faith in this is tested each and every day.
A musician and a college football coach post racist things online, and it hardly raises an eyebrow anymore. This is the same pathetic response we have to mass killings. These things happen so frequently that we just accept them as normal and move on with our lives. They are NOT NORMAL, and we SHOULD RESIST with all of our strength.
The LGBTQ community feels the hatred from the RWNJ on a daily basis. The progress towards equality is being rolled back on the tidal wave of hatred.
Children are put into concentration camps because of the background of their parents, and there is outrage, but nothing will result from that outrage. The RWNJ know that this will become the new normal very soon. It is part of their plan to turn this nation into the 4th Reich, led by the Naxi in the White House.

Dreamer’s World June 21, 2018 – What Have We Become?

        Since today is the longest day of the year, it only seems right to direct the maximum light onto this country and ask “What In The FUCK Is Wrong With Us?”
    The news is filled with stories of people hating each other publicly. We have opened a Pandora’s Box of dangerous emotion and hatred ever since the RWNJ fringe came to power in this country. The Nazi in the White House has been leading the charge of these hate-filled fanatics and shows no sign of slowing down. I find it hard to believe that there are so many hate-filled people in this country. They are the first to claim how much they love this nation, but they are also the first to show how little they understand it.
The US was founded by immigrants, but today the followers of the Nazi in the White House would gladly promote genocide if their idiot leader told them that is what he wanted. Their hatred doesn’t stop there, of course.
Any minority is the subject of their wrath
because they sadly believe that only people as stupid and truly disgusting as they are should live here. Every day, we find another example of some racist RWNJ caught on video showing their hatred for other people. Racial hate crimes are increasing, but since the Nazi in the White House thinks Nazis are “very fine people,” they proceed without fear of condemnation or punishment.
The fact that RWNJ oppose most hate-crime legislation shows their true colors to the rest of us. I have to believe that there are more of us who love each other than there are of those who just hate everyone. My faith in this is tested each and every day.
A musician and a college football coach post racist things online, and it hardly raises an eyebrow anymore. This is the same pathetic response we have to mass killings. These things happen so frequently that we just accept them as normal and move on with our lives. They are NOT NORMAL, and we SHOULD RESIST with all of our strength.
The LGBTQ community feels the hatred from the RWNJ on a daily basis. The progress towards equality is being rolled back on the tidal wave of hatred.
Children are put into concentration camps because of the background of their parents, and there is outrage, but nothing will result from that outrage. The RWNJ know that this will become the new normal very soon. It is part of their plan to turn this nation into the 4th Reich, led by the Naxi in the White House.

Dreamer’s World May 13, 2018 – Thanks, Mom

      Mother’s Day is upon us once again. Mom is no longer here, she died 17 years ago. I will soon have spent a third of my life without her, but I still remember and love her.
    I remember the times when I told her that I would never forget her. I remember the times when she told me that I was going to be awesome when I grew up. I remember the home-cooked meals that I can never replicate.
    I remember the arguments that I always lost. I remember the hugs. I remember the celebrations after baseball games when I did well. I remember the things that she taught me.
    I remember the times when she was a room mother in elementary school. I remember that the other kids in class thought the world of her. I remember how she hugged each and every child just like she did to me.
    I remember her saying that there wasn’t enough love in the world, unless we made it ourselves. I remember her telling me that I should never look down on anyone, and that looking up to someone was something that they had to earn, it wasn’t freely given.
    I remember her voice on the phone when I went away to college and then on to the Navy. I remember worrying about her being alone since Dad had already died when I was in high school.
    I remember how she always made me feel loved and made the house feel like a home to anyone who came to the door.
     I remember her on her deathbed. I remember telling her that if she had to go, that I would be fine. I remember holding her hand and watching her fade away.
 
    I remember. I will never forget.
 
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom

Dreamer’s World May 13, 2018 – Thanks, Mom

      Mother’s Day is upon us once again. Mom is no longer here, she died 17 years ago. I will soon have spent a third of my life without her, but I still remember and love her.
    I remember the times when I told her that I would never forget her. I remember the times when she told me that I was going to be awesome when I grew up. I remember the home-cooked meals that I can never replicate.
    I remember the arguments that I always lost. I remember the hugs. I remember the celebrations after baseball games when I did well. I remember the things that she taught me.
    I remember the times when she was a room mother in elementary school. I remember that the other kids in class thought the world of her. I remember how she hugged each and every child just like she did to me.
    I remember her saying that there wasn’t enough love in the world, unless we made it ourselves. I remember her telling me that I should never look down on anyone, and that looking up to someone was something that they had to earn, it wasn’t freely given.
    I remember her voice on the phone when I went away to college and then on to the Navy. I remember worrying about her being alone since Dad had already died when I was in high school.
    I remember how she always made me feel loved and made the house feel like a home to anyone who came to the door.
     I remember her on her deathbed. I remember telling her that if she had to go, that I would be fine. I remember holding her hand and watching her fade away.
 
    I remember. I will never forget.
 
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom

Dreamer’s World February 13, 2018 – A Cynic’s View Of Valentine’s Day

    Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. That means the day when people run around looking for a gift that symbolizes love to that special someone in their life. At least that is the commercially accepted version of how things work. In reality, people are running around trying to find a special card or gift that somehow demonstrates that we accept the notion that the lack of a card or gift tomorrow indicates that we just don’t give a shit about that person we supposedly love. The only people who will end up happy are those who will make money off of the holiday. A card or gift signifies nothing if the other 364 days of the year haven’t already demonstrated love and passion for someone else. If a person can be so shallow as to believe that the lack of a gift or card means a lack of love, then I question if that person deserves the attention in the first place.
    I am a passionate person. I wear my love on my sleeve, and I rarely make any attempt to hide it. I am lucky to have Hal in my life, and I let him know this every day. We share the same feeling about Valentine’s Day. For us, celebrating our love is a daily occurrence. I have never been happier, and it has nothing to do with exchanging cards or gifts. To imply that our love needs an annual marker to celebrate cheapens what we work for all year long.
    Valentine’s Day has become a sad caricature of what it proclaims itself to represent.  People now suffer from loneliness and depression on this holiday, just like every other holiday when they don’t fit into the preconceived notion of what everyone should be. People are conditioned to feel that they are defective or incomplete on Valentine’s Day unless they are participating in some approved ritual. The day is made to isolate those who are not in relationships. It shuns them and discards their feelings in the pursuit of profits just like every other major holiday. There is a deep psychological pattern to this. Those who are “normal” are rewarded for following the herd in the pursuit of corporate greed and mass media approval. Those who cannot or do not participate are seen as malcontents or defective in some way. Is this approach supposed to demonstrate love?
    If you choose to give a card or gift to someone tomorrow, make sure that it is what you want to do and not what you have to do. Make sure that you celebrate the love in your life every day as if Valentine’s Day never existed.

Dreamer’s World January 20, 2018 – My Birthday And The Best Gift Ever

    The big day is here at last! Today, I am 54 years old. I don’t feel any older, but the calendar indicates that I have to acknowledge another year has passed in my life. Time always has its way with us, no matter how we measure it.
I reflect on this day. I see vaguely into my past and never thought about what it would be like to be 54 years old. It always seemed that things like this were sometime in the far distant future, and yet here I sit writing about it as it is happening to me. I am not sad about this birthday; it signals that I have made it through another year.
    Today also marks a milestone in my relationship with Hal. Since we just celebrated our 18th anniversary two weeks ago, I realize that I have been with Hal for 1/3 of my life. Knowing this comforts me more than anything else. I don’t know where I would be without Hal. I don’t know if I would still be alive without Hal. He is the most wonderful gift that I ever received.
    When I thought of my 36th birthday in 2000, I was in a tough spot in my life. I had just met Hal, but there was no real indication that our relationship would last this long. I had my hopes that it would, tempered with a huge dose of cynicism about relationships in general. I remember drinking heavily to escape the loneliness that I felt at that time. For the first months of our time together, I felt like I needed alcohol to deal with the inevitable breakup that was bound to happen.
    Something strange took place inside of me. I began to feel positive emotions again. I started to see opportunities rather than obstacles in my life. I began to be comfortable in my own skin, and my confidence returned. This was the confidence that came from within and not the false bravado that I wore like a shield for so long. I dared to feel happy and calm and relaxed. I accepted that someone loved me for who I was.
    By the summer of 2000, I was a different and better man. I had stopped continually drinking without ever noticing it. Hal never bugged me about it. I was changing because I wanted to, not because I was forced. My unconscious choice to stop drinking saved my life, and I thank Hal. I found the joy of living again and have never let it go.
The years since then have been fantastic and empowering for me. Hal and I have gone through rough times, but we have never given up on one another. He is my soulmate.
    Today I am 54 years old. Today I am here because of love and friendship from the most important person in the world.