Happy birthday to me...
still dicking the country over on a daily basis.
Today is my birthday and I thought I’d post about the years of my life and where the journey of my days currently finds me. I was born in nineteen-fifty-four. Dwight D. Eisenhower was president of the
My father was cutting my hair and sobbing the day J.F.K. was buried. I remember it as if it was yesterday. Then we landed on the moon and it was one of the greatest moments in the entire course of human history. Then four astronauts died on the launch pad during the Apollo series of missions and it seemed we were not nearly as godlike as we’d imagined ourselves to be. Gus Grissom was a hero to me and it tore my young heart out to see him die in such a terrible manner.
The Beatles were my first musical love and they still continue to be favorites of mine to this very day. Why John Lennon had to die in such a tragic and senseless fashion still saddens me when I think about it. It was a Monday night and it was during the Raiders game on Monday Night Football that I heard about it from the mouth of Howard Cosell. That put a damper on Monday Night football for a long time.
Did I mention that prick, Richard M. Nixon or the even bigger prick currently sacrificing the sons and daughters of our land for the sole benefit of corporate profits and personal glory, George W. Bush? How about Ronald Regan who didn’t even know his own name during most of his presidency and whose wife ran the White House with the aid of her personal astrologer? Ketchup is a vegetable, God I hate the Republican Party.
Among the events I thought I’d never live to see is the destruction of the Planet-thanks in large part to the people who care more about the stupid antics of ass-clowns like Kanye West and Fifty-cent than they do for the world they depend upon for life itself. (Sometimes I think I must be living in the land of the stupidest people in the world.) Today I’m going to make a stop on my birthday and take a picture of something that I’ll tell you the story of tomorrow.
After fifty-three years I find myself living in days more fucked up than any I’ve ever witnessed. A country that used to be so respected in the world is now reviled and hated. A people that used to be so looked up to by everyone now considered nothing more than selfish self indulgent pigs. Why would anyone want our armies in their midst attempting to cookie stamp our corrupted brand of democracy upon their soil? Man have we fucked up big time...
I am embarrassed to be an American right now. Not because of stem cell research, not because of homosexuals or drug crazed criminals. I’m embarrassed because of the self indulgent, non-caring, self righteous bunch of arrogant assholes we’ve become. Thank god I am not a follower of the Republican principles of individual profit at the expense of everyone and anyone around me.
Thank God for my wonderful wife, Felicia and our amazing son Micah. Thank god for my blogger friends and those good souls who spend time with me each and every day trying to better the world in which we live. Thank god for these people who keep me believing in the greater good of humanity because it just gets harder to see it with every passing day.
Fifty-three years old and I just can’t believe what a shit-hole my country has become. And it’s because so many are so unconcerned with anything other than their immediate need for feeling happy at everyone else’s expense.
Thank you Republicans everywhere...