Free the Pot People!

A FORE WORD:

I’m gonna give it to you straight off the bat with the TL;DR Version: Punishment for unjust laws is unjust punishment. Especially black and Hispanic/Latino people who have been jailed in the United States for non-violent marijuana-related offenses (but also everyone else jailed for these offenses) should be set free and their records’ cleared. This is true because the War on Drugs which Nixon launched in the 70’s was a scam based in racism and political agenda, and now that we’re proving empirically that “weed” is not a danger and should never have been a “Schedule 1” controlled substance to begin with, already-rich old white men are now capitalising on the industry to become even richer and whiter. Okay, probably not whiter, but it stands to reason that everyone who’s in prison for offenses related only to weed, have been unjustly/indefensibly/irresponsibly imprisoned. If we allow these pirates of industry to Continue reading

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Do You Call That Justice?

What is the point of a “Justice system” if not to dispense “justice”? What even is “Justice”? Well, let’s define our terms:

Personally, I feel that justice is the authoritative judgement against wrongdoing, which results in correcting that which was “wrong”, to the greatest possible “right”.

Let’s look at an easy example: murder.

When someone is murdered, the greatest “right” to correct that “wrong”, would be to Continue reading

Dreams, Nightmares, Reality

“A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you’re fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true”

“A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes”, Cinderella, — Walt Disney

You won’t often find me Continue reading

Dogma and Knowing Your Enemy

“Mother is the word for ‘God’ on the lips and hearts of all chidren.”
— Eric Draven, The Crow; James O’Barr

This post has been long-coming, and even haunting me for quite some time. The problem isn’t that I don’t know what to say, but rather that I don’t know where to begin. There’s SO much. There’s too much to say. I’ll try to cover what I can in this one post, but there are so many foundational building-blocks to this information, it’s easy to get lost in attempting to make sure they’re in place before moving on to the greater point. I’ll do my best. This section is titled:

 

THE MANY DIFFERENT LENSES

Let’s start with Christianity: Continue reading

How Bad Do You Want It, Kid?

It’s funny how things can come together so suddenly.

You spend your entire life watching and waiting for something better– you search, you try, you fail, you try again, you repeat the cycle so many times you feel like your eyes are going to bleed out of your head– and maybe one day, you give up.

I gave up. Sorta’.

Maybe I just half-assed everything. I even half-assed giving up.

Then one day, seemingly, the solutions to everything fell out of the sky and landed in my lap– but they weren’t easy solutions, and they weren’t without their own challenges and hardships.

From what I’ve learned, it seems like that’s how it happens most of the time– the solutions come, but never easily; or at least, almost¬†never.

The unifying theme seems to be that there’s always consequences. You can chase your dreams, but you have to make sacrifices.

One thing I’ve been told from multiple sources, is that you have to want it more than anything. You have to want success like a drowning man wants that next breath of fresh air.

I don’t feel that I’ve connected with that feeling on a visceral level– I’ve done my best to try to understand it cognitively so that I never allowed myself to get to the place where I’d be forced to understand it viscerally.

Sometimes I think it would be better if I had– but I still do my best to avoid it. Regardless, I’ve now pledged myself to a situation in which I’m certain I will have to act as the drowning man– but I intend to swim as long as I can before I’m so exhausted that I sink beneath the waves.

I want every breath of fresh air.

Thoughtlessness; or: Mistakes Were Made

I keep thinking I’m getting somewhere in this whole “people-ing” business– and certainly, I’ve come far from where I was– but it seems I still forget some basic ideas.

I got engaged.

I didn’t tell anyone in person, just posted it on FB.

Of course, it wasn’t that simple. It’s never that simple.

Our “engagement” is… well, I’m not sure how I can put it, other than Continue reading

Rat Maze

ratCheeseIt has become apparent to me that no matter what I do, as long as I’m still running this common rat-maze of life, I’ll never be happy or satisfied.

That’s why, at my lover’s suggestion, I will no longer continue to do this. I’ve already put in my two weeks to quit my job, and I won’t be going back– to any normal job.

She– my partner in all things– and I are going to work in the direction of Continue reading

New Chapter

So begins a new chapter of my life: at 34, the game is changing– drastically.

The Arabs (perhaps just the Muslim variety?) believe in this notion that every seven years we become a new person. An Arab-Muslim-American friend of mine introduced me to the concept when I was about 28 (divisible by seven, you’ll notice) at a time when my life was indeed changing drastically.

I think the idea is normally meant to illustrate that Continue reading