bible-1 by blackwolf 1020I’ll admit it–I’ve stressed at times about this blog not having a niche or specific focus. It’s hard to sell ad space on a blog that doesn’t have a clearly defined audience but you know what? Any writer who starts a blog to sell ads on it has a vagina for a heart.

Fuck that. I write like Ivan Drago boxed in Rocky IV–“Dyas y Byas. For me bitches! If you’re not writing shit that you want to read, how the hell can you expect someone else to enjoy reading it?

That’s why I feel bad for my man, Antimedia who is currently on sabbatical for some personal reasons but mostly because he’s frustrated at politicians and doesn’t think he’s having an effect on people. Now, Anti has said he doesn’t want anyone’s pity but we’ve been rollin’ together online for two years now so I can’t help but feel bad for a friend but I also know he’ll be back up because he’s a proud man and in the end his kind of pride always wins out over malaise. His kind of pride is the kind Jimmy Carter should have built his habitat for humanity homes on instead of firing his whole cabinet like a dunsky.

There’s a recipe for curing cultural malaise.

Stop watching the news. Stop taking the successive line of tragic bullshit down your gullet everyday. Worry about the things in life you can influence and have an effect on. Six people die when a bridge collapses. Honestly, how does this affect you? I wasn’t on the bridge. You weren’t on the bridge. Hell, the people who died don’t give a shit–stop worrying about it. YOu know, feel bad for their families and friends and all but don’t revel in pity. Play with your kids. Go see a movie. There are few things in the world that happen that will prevent you from getting out of bed in the morning and going about your daily business.

Frankie says relax bitches!

Some of you may be offended by this but my young son has no idea that we are currently at war and I have no intention of telling him about it because little kids shouldn’t have to worry about that shit. That negative shit is exactly where their minds shouldn’t be! It’s fucking bullshit that after ten thousand years of social evolution, the human brain is so pitifully weak that everything still comes down to tribal territorial bullshit. A petty scrambling around to wound the outsiders and take their women, children and food stores for the winter.

The sound of children’s laughter is the only medicine that will save our species and may we be damned to extinction if we allow the sounds of carpet bombing to overtake that most precious of resources, the unadulterated joys of simply being alive. I drink the laughter of my children like medicine, avoid the petulant negativity of what passes for important information, and try to keep my eyes on the skies where the future of our species lies if we hope to make it past this time of fight or flight.

There are times to write in rage and times to write in in the lap of peaceful solitude but the aim of both should be the regeneration of the heart and mind in the moment because that is the engine of true evolution. To write with the aim of changing history is to attempt to play twelve bar blues on a guitar with no low E string and not even Robert Johnson had mojo enough to accomplish that feat.

Focus on what you have effect on and let the bullshit of the world stink on its own. Just cause it’s there don’t mean you have to smell it.

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