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Give me an Honest Thief Having glanced over my last journal entry I see that I can start this one where I left off with the other. In two months not much has changed but stayed the same and the world has gone just a little bit more insane. Let me start with Obama and his latest dilemma. What to do about Afghanistan? After months of consideration and deliberation he has made his decision and guess what? No one likes it. The left, the right, they all have their heads up the same asshole. The only difference being, from different positions and directions. And the conspi-racists, well we all know what they paint with, so we don't even need to go there. Anyway... I told my nine year old daughter that now everyone hates Obama for the decision he has made and she asked me, "What do you think?" I did my best to explain to her what I think, but how I came to my view on the subject comes with some history and if you want to lose a nine year old, just bring up history. So I boiled it down to this. "Well Samsara during the election Obama said that he was going to get out of Iraq and refocus America's war effort on Afghanistan. Now the people who voted for him are mad because he meant what he said and is following through with action. Basically, they don't like him because (unlike most politicians) he was telling the truth when he was applying for the job. And the ones who didn't vote for him? Well they're just mad, period." I went further then that but I could tell I was loosing her, so now that it is just me and whoever stumbles upon this, I feel the need to flesh this out a bit... ~ On second thought, I did have a whole lot to talk about. Not only about Obama's Afghanistan but sex, cosmic vaginas, Outrage (the movie), Polanski, James Ray (the fucked up Secret guy who killed people in Sedona), living a life of absolute truth within relationship and so on... I was going to come out of the heterosexual closet. I was ready to strip down and let it all hang out. In other words, let the nuts fall where they may. I've been jotting down notes while I worked on my painting of sixteen years. Yesterday, after years spent, I finished the rock. Upon its completion I felt a little lost. Lost on what I should do next. Lost on how I should finish the waves in the foreground. Lost on why do I even bother. Just fucking lost. Today I thought, well I'll do some writing, maybe I can clear my mind, get the train back on track. But after a few paragraphs the thought appears, "Who really gives a shit what I think?" Maybe my daughter but I can talk to her in private and personally. So here I find myself in a world full of liars trying my damnedest to tell the truth. Here is what happens when you tell the truth in a room full of liars. You either get ignored or crucified. At this point I can't tell which one of those ends is worse. All I know is, I can't do this anymore. Bye bye everyone, it's time to get a real job. I'll leave you with one last quote from one of my favorite all time songs, Perfect by the The. ~ "People
trot around with unseeing eyes... † Perfect ~ the The ~ Lyrics by Matt Johnson ~ Just one more...
~ Man I picked the wrong time to quit smoking. Disclaimer: Use of images and quotations on this page are meant to illustrate and enhance a personal point of view and in no way indicates or infers the individuals depicted or the photographer's or artist's support of any opinion or statements expressed by the author. ~ Note: To reach other entries of the past just use the Index on the right by choosing the date, a flyout title will also appear to help in your inquiry. Or click here for Page 13 of the Journal. ~ |
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