A Hard Question

Another long day comes to an end.  I put Ellie to bed and now was settling in to watch some news before going to bed.  My days of being a journalism student in college still catch up to me.  The urge to keep informed about what is happening in the world.  Another Presidential election over.  The infotainment that is cable news has to find some new thing to milk into the ground with the fact-free reporting that they do.  The modern Fourth Estate is a joke.  I truly do believe in what it was supposed to represent, but now it is just a shadow of what the great journalists fought for.  When Edward R. Murrow took on Joseph McCarthy, when Walter Cronkite took on the government over the Vietnam War, when Ted Koppel took on the government over the Iran hostage crisis, they fought for what the news was supposed to mean.  But they were gone.  Sorry if I preached, but I still think about things like that, even now.
They said that becoming a dad would totally change me.  Sure, it changed my routine and how I look at the choices I make, but it didn’t magically turn me into a curmudgeon who is uber-conservative and believes that liberals are stupid.  I still believe the things that I believed then.  Only difference is that now I get to try and be the best dad that I can be while believing what I do.  I have taken a hard stance that I want to impart my values in a way where I give all sides their due.  I wasn’t going to teach my little girl what to think, but rather how to think, and let her come to her own conclusions.  Sure, it meant that for a while there, she believed that her deity was Santa Claus, but now she is at the top of her class and is the smartest child I have ever met.  Makes me wish she could see her.  I look at the pics on the wall, and my mind goes back.

I met her when I was in college.  The two of us immediately clicked.  Our weirdness meshed so well, and we were fast friends.  For a few years, life was good.  We would go out, have dinner, go to movies, see random things that happened in town that got both of our attention.  Was even dragged to a couple cultural festivals by the girl.  I was always a little apprehensive about going to things like that.  So different and random.  Really was my father’s son.  He hated new things, and would complain up to the point that he actually was there.  After that, once he was in the middle of whatever it was, he was enjoying himself.  Made for vacations where my mother would have to put up with him complaining all the way there, but I could tell that she knew that it would be worth it once he was there, just as excited as the rest of us.
One night, at a Japanese culture festival, the two of us were sitting and eating some noodles.  It was fantastic.  There was music playing and I didn’t want to be anywhere else.  That’s when I look over, wanting to say something to her, but she is already looking at me.  A look in her eyes, telling me that she had been looking at me for a while.  We just look into one-another’s eyes, and I don’t need to say anything else.  Her hand goes to my cheek, and I move in closer.  Each movement brings new rounds of butterflies inside that are driving me crazy, but I don’t stop.  Then our faces are so close.  When did this person who was nothing but a friend to me become something more?  I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.  Everything about this moment felt right.  Our lips met, in a soft embrace that I never wanted to end.  It was the first night that I felt like I was living since high school, where my last relationship ended.
It’s five years later.  We’re at the church that she grew up in.  I’m not a religious person, but she is.  I can put aside how I feel about it all, because this makes her and her family happy.  I’m saying “I do,” and tears are going down her face.  We embrace again, and everything is wonderful.
Two more years later, and we are pregnant.  She is so excited.  I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t scared out of my wits.  We both have good jobs.  Money isn’t something to be afraid of.  We made sure that we were ready before taking this step.  But even with all of that, I’m still scared to death.  What does it mean to be a dad?  Both of my parents have advice for me.  Hell, everyone has advice for me.  The entire fucking world is suddenly an expert on having children.  Not helping.  Not one bit.
We are sitting in a room, listening to a doctor.  She is telling us that my wife has cancer.  Due to the pregnancy, it is making her immune system weakened.  It just happened to come in at the right time.  My wife is scared for the baby, but the doctor said that it hasn’t gone to her reproductive system.  Facing her own mortality, the first thing she thinks about is the baby.  Admirable.  I wonder why.  I just want to save her.  The options we have are limited.  We can’t do chemo with the baby in there.  We’d kill it.  By the time the baby is done, it might be too late for more radical treatments.  It’s already in the second stage.  My wife is crying.  I think I am too.  Hard to tell.  My whole body feels numb.
It’s just after dawn when she goes into labor.  I get her to the car and drive like a bat out of hell to the hospital.  It’s not close.  She looks terrible.  The treatments for cancer that are safe, along with the progression are making her so sick.  So scared that delivering the baby will be dangerous.  Told her to do a c-section.  It’s safe, easy, and then it’s over.  She says no.  Wants to deliver this thing the normal way.  Stubborn woman.  Stupidly stubborn.  What’s the point of doing things that way if it’s an unnecessary risk?!
Being right never feels like a victory, for me.  I am watching as my baby is being wheeled away, while they get the crash cart.  Over and over, they attempt to restart her heart.  It doesn’t work.  Holding my newborn daughter in my arms, I watch my wife die.  What should be the most wonderful night of my life is when my heart is breaking.  I have so much that I have to do, only difference is that now I have to do it all on my own.  Never have I felt more alone.

My eyes open, as I see a light at the top of the stairs.  Down the stairs she comes.  Sitting up, I see that the TV had turned itself off due to inactivity.
“Dad, you up?” a voice calls.
“Yeah, in the living room.”
In her flannel pjs, I see the girl coming over.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?”
The look on her face, it’s concern, but awkward.  “I heard a noise, from down here.  I think you were talking in your sleep.  Heard you calling out to mom.”
A feeling of shame.  “Oh.  Sorry if I woke you.”
She sits down in a chair across from me on the couch.
“It’s okay.”  There is something more there.  “Can I, ask you something?”
Parent moment – she’s just shy of middle school.  The talk is coming.  Anytime I hear that question, I know that the big one is coming.
“Sure, kiddo.”
Looks down at the floor, then back up at me.  “Do you blame me, for happened to mom?”
It hurts.  I am physically hurting because of that question.  Not because it offends me or something, but because I have to wonder how long she has been carrying that question around in her head.  The girl was always eager to please, her whole life.  Anytime that I wasn’t at work, she would be where I am, doing whatever I do.  To this day, she still is like that.  Part of me thought that it was just a kid bonding with their parent, but maybe it was her trying to atone for what she feels like is her fault.  Maybe this is a talk I should have had with her a long time ago.
“Never!  What happened to your mother was not your fault.  Cancer can happen to anyone, at anytime.  Lady Luck just didn’t shine on her, is all.  It happens to all of us.”  Was that the right way to say it?
Tears started flowing down her face.  “I hear you, but you kept calling out to her, over and over.  You said, ‘don’t leave me.’  How can I not think that you don’t at least blame me a little for what happened to her?”
I motioned for her to sit down next to me.  “Now, don’t you go thinking that way!”  She got over and I put my arm around her.  “You coming into my life was the greatest day of my life.  Your mom was willing to risk getting sicker just so she wouldn’t have to put you in danger.  She told me that if the worst should happen, to promise that I would take care of you.  And I did.  With all my heart, I said that I would be the best dad that I could possibly be.  Not a day has gone by that I regret it.  Not one.  It was the hardest few months of my life, adjusting to taking care of you without her with me.  I needed a lot of help from grandma and grandpa.  But you are the greatest thing to ever come into my life.”  A gripping at my heart.  “And with you here, in a way, it’s like she never left us.  She’s with us both, right now, because you survived and are still here.  Never have I blamed you for what happened to her.  Not one time.  I miss her every day, but it’s not your fault.  Okay?”
All she could do is cry and burrow into me.  I held her close for a long time.  Then, I picked her up and carried her like a big cat upstairs.  Thank Groj I am such a big guy and have worked to take care of my body.  Hefted the big kid like she was nothing.  Laid her down on the bed and pulled the covers over her.
“Good night, baby-girl.”
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too.”
I don’t think there is a harder question in the world I could have been asked.  Suddenly, that other talk seems a hell of a lot easier.

Until next time, a quote,

“Grief is like an ocean; it comes in waves, ebbing and flowing.  Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming.  All we can do is learn to swim.” – Vicki Harrison

Peace out,

Maverick

Your Logic about Romantic Preferences is Retarded (A response to Riley J. Dennis)

Let’s dive into the maw of stupid SJWs and dredge up this trans person with a giant Adam’s Apple.  I have talked about this creature before, but never in a proper response like this.  This chick, guy, whatever has had some very stupid opinions before, but this one takes the cake.  He/she/it is about to state that unless you are openly sexually attracted to all groups of people equally, you are discriminating.  That’s right, by having one group of people that you find more attractive, you are deliberately attacking the groups of people that you do not.  That logic is so stupid that it hurts.  I’ll let you all see this ignorant diva’s video, then we’ll talk about it.

So, first he/she/it asks if I would date a black person.  It isn’t a group I am predominately attracted to, but if a black girl got my attention and I found her attractive, absolutely.  A trans person?  Depends on how good the transition was.  Not you with your giant Adam’s Apple.  No joke, the biggest reason why I can’t decide what to describe you as is because that thing is fucking huge.  You’re like a dude in drag.  But if it were a trans woman like Blaire White, absolutely.  She’s hot as fuck.  A fat person?  That depends.  A few extra pounds, maybe even a little overweight?  Absolutely.  Obese?  Absolutely not.  I can’t be with a person who is destroying their body with their eating habits.  Sure, there are those who cannot help it, but the reality is that if a person is destroying their body because they can’t plug up the top hole, I don’t want that in my life.  The last girl I ran with was more than a few pounds overweight, but she was a fun girl.  I take people as they come.  Lastly, disabled.  Again, it depends.  I was REALLY into this girl who was so smoking hot with one leg in college.  She ran every day, and was in such good shape.  That woman was a goddess.  A one-legged goddess.  As for somebody with Down Syndrome, probably not.  I have my preferences, and so do you.

He/she/it then postulates that it’s a race thing (of course it is), and that if you don’t like every ethnicity, you’re racist.  By that logic, because I don’t find women with black hair as appealing as women with red hair, I hate black-haired women.  Do you hear how stupid that is?  Then comes what is CLEARLY projection on he/she/it’s part – if you don’t want to date a trans person, it’s discriminatory.  Well, Riley, I’m sorry, but no it’s not.  See, if I’m with a girl, and we’re getting intimate, and I see that there’s a dick there, then I’m immediately turned off.  I am bi, so I am open-minded, but if I am with a girl and I expect there to be a pussy down there, and there isn’t, then I am not attracted to her anymore.  If that hurts her feelings, I genuinely am sorry.  However, if she has seen fit to either not tell me or lie to me about her being in-transition (we’re not talking about the transtrenders like Milo Stewart, though if she wasn’t so annoying, I’d hit that.  I get the feeling that once she gets past all the sjw bullshit, she’ll be a fun girl to be around), then she didn’t trust me enough to tell me before taking the step of intimacy.  Can you not see why that would be insulting to me, Riley?

I hate that he/she/it is projecting this hard.  That’s what this entire video is.  See, Riley’s Twitter has he/she/it identifying as a lesbian.  Okay.  Then that means that he/she/it has been into girls before.  Part of that process involves having to talk to women you are interested in.  I’m guessing that they saw his/hers/its giant honking Adam’s Apple and maybe were a little put off.  See, women are just like men in that they have their own preferences.  And not all lesbians are going to magically just accept you because you are “non-binary.”  They will see the Adam’s Apple and while some might be understanding, I get the feeling that others have been immediately repulsed.  Or, failing that, they saw what I am assuming to be your average sized penis between your legs and were immediately turned off.  A few bad experiences in would-be relationships, Riley?  That’s how this reads.  It reads like you have had some bad experiences and instead of just accepting that you are in an unfortunate position of being sexually unappealing to a larger portion of your target sexual orientation, you chose to believe that it’s bigotry.

This entire fucking video is just Riley crying the blues about people not wanting to be with him/her/it and the belief that it says something about them and their “biases” (I fucking hate that term.  Just be honest about what you mean, you fucking hypocrite.  You want to say that they are prejudiced.  Just own that and be done with it) is just a dodge to pretend that you aren’t hurting about someone not being attracted to you.  I don’t like obese women because I am not attracted to someone who abuses their body with massive quantities of food.  I’m not attracted to women with a bobcut because I think that hair style looks good on NO ONE.  I’m not attracted to bleach-blonde hair because no one’s hair is naturally that color and it also looks good on NO ONE.  The girl I am into now is curvy as fuck, and has a few extra pounds on her.  She can’t do anything about the curvy hips, she was born with it.  An awesome person, though.

And I just KNOW that when he/she/it talks about people and their “biases,” they are talking about white people.  More specifically, white men.  I bet that if some black person came up to him/her/it and said that they find white people completely unattractive, they wouldn’t have some negative reaction.  It would probably be some statement about their empowerment or about how white people were oppressive or some dumb bullshit.  I don’t know.  These SJW critiques of how other people see things always comes back to the white devil.  Whitey is an awful fucker, isn’t he?  Us honkys are just the worst.  If only we were more like Riley, who I am certain is completely romantically and sexually open to all people.  Even though, by his/her/its logic, if they aren’t attracted to women, that means that they have “biases” against them.  Or if any gay man is only attracted to men with bushy beards, they are biased against men who can’t grow facial hair.  Or if a woman is only attracted to tall women, she is biased against short women.  There is no end to the combinations I could make with this bullshit argument.  It’s just that stupid.

Until next time, a quote,

“The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule.” – H.L. Mencken

Peace out,

Maverick

You Are, Officially, Too Low-Hanging Fruit to Mock (A response to The Guardian)

When you see sites like The Mary Sue or the click-bait garbage fire that is BuzzFeed, you immediately realize that mocking their “articles” is a waste of time.  Why?  Because they are the lowest of the low-hanging fruit.  It’s like attacking shockofgod or VenomFangX’s videos.  We all know that they are trash.  It’s not even fun to ridicule such bullshit.  You feel like your time has been wasted and all you really got from the experience was older.  Then you have what some people believe is the higher-hanging fruit.  Kristi Winters challenged all non-sjws to go after the most rigid, academic sources and the most robust arguments that we could, in an effort to really grow as people.  Well, I can’t do that, because the sources that are supposed to have credibility are dying out, fast.  Which brings us to The Guardian.

Time was, this newspaper was regarded as an unbiased source, printing some of the most hard-hitting news, like when Edward Snowden went to them first to reveal the leaked info about the NSA.  They used to be one of the few publications telling the truth about the quagmire wars in the Middle East, while the rest of the media was sucking George Bush’s cock.  But those days are long gone.  Now we have the new Guardian.  This version is infested with sjws, and has them all writing articles, like this lovely tidbit.  I’m going to share the title with you (the link to the article will be in the title), and you can judge if this has added any value to anything in modern cultural discourse based on that.  You’re gonna love this.

The ‘tears of joy’ emoji is the worst of all – it’s used to gloat about human suffering

If you heard that title and aren’t immediately inclined to smash your head into the nearest wall, I genuinely don’t know what’s wrong with you.  This is what it’s come to.  We’re talking about emojis now.  Those stupid little things that people use the same way the Elcor do how they explain the emotion behind their statements to other species.  These stupid little things are now being equated to somehow gloating about human suffering.  Like you can’t be laughing so hard that you cry.  Nope, that never happens.  Instead, the article will go to all kinds of sjw logical leaps and bounds, like commenting on the Pepe frog, to make a contrived, bullshit point that this article is somehow indicative of people making light of human suffering.  This is the shit that I see and I can’t help but think that there’s no hope for journalism.  Because this is a mainstream publication putting this bullshit out.  Not some rag that we expect it from.  The Guardian is viewed as a respectable publication.  They have won Pulitzer’s, for fuck’s sake!  Now it’s come to this?!

The cackling grin and tears of mirth are the mockers’ attempt to tell us that, in a world full of human suffering, their brand of callous disregard is winning

What the fuck does that even mean?!  Winning?  At what?!  At not being as tinfoil hat-conspiracy nuts as you?  If so, then oh yeah, I won.  I won hard at that.  Because I don’t see “oppression” and “privilege” and all BS terms that you have everywhere.  I see the world not in black and white, but shades of grey.  I see nuance everywhere, which is something that the woman who wrote this article (Abi Wilkinson) is incapable of doing.  That sentence says nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  Is that what The Guardian is aspiring towards?  Saying nothing?  Well, they let Jessica Valenti post articles with them.  So maybe.

I got my Bachelor’s in Journalism and Public Communication.  I was raised believing that the Fourth Estate’s job was to be the vanguards of democracy.  But that’s not what I see when I look at the news anymore.  I see every left-leaning news outlet doing whatever they can to tear Trump apart.  I see endless articles about white nationalists everywhere, as if they are the biggest threat in the universe right now.  Even though the last white nationalist gathering had 200 people at it.  To contrast, the last brony convention had 7,000 people attending.  Had they wanted to, those 7,000 bronies could have easily gone over to the white nationalist gathering and beaten the shit out of them.  There are more bronies than white nationalists.  That’s how seriously I take the “neo-Nazi” rise under President-elect Trump.  It’s a non-issue.  I wonder how many articles The Guardian has published about the “alt-right” and “neo-nazis.”  Take a look for yourselves.  Any publication with ANY credibility should see all this bullshit for the gross hyperbole it is.  But that seems to be too much for the poncy British assholes who write for this publication.

The sad reality is that journalism is dead.  The Fourth Estate is crumbling before my eyes, and the Fifth Estate “journalism” is a bad joke.  The punch line being that they so often report such sanctimonious garbage that anyone who can take them seriously anymore is a fucking retard.  And I’m done commenting about things that The Guardian has written.  They have officially become too low-hanging fruit to go after.  If Jessica Valenti’s contrasting articles about how men are too forward and she’s offended, and how men are too submissive and she misses when men weren’t so submissive (that woman’s lack of self-awareness is awe-inspiring) didn’t clue you in, perhaps this latest bit of intellectual diarrhea will.  We’re talking about fucking emojis now.  That’s the best that these British fucks can do.  And they make fun of Americans…why, again?

Until next time, a quote,

“For every complex problem, there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong.” – H.L. Mencken

Peace out,

Maverick

What I’m Thankful For This Year (2016)

A long time ago, I did Academic Year in Review posts.  After I got done with college, I stopped that.  But I will be bringing it back with Year in Review posts.  So I won’t go into too much about what’s happened this year.  However, I can’t talk about the things that I am thankful for this year without going into it a bit.  Man, I am the king of digressions.  And this one starts out my post for Thanksgiving this year.  It’s been a very odd year, in that not a lot has legitimately happened.  A whole year, and my life has been pretty vanilla.  So this list will be a bit short, this year.  Take it for what you will.

My New Job

That’s right, I finally have a new job.  And it is…the most thankless, difficult, stressful job you can imagine.  I won’t say where or what it exactly is, but it is a state job that involves lots of money and children.  And people hate me for it.  I’m sure that you can extrapolate what it is based on that.  My resume is shitty beyond all reason.  However, I now am working for the state, doing a job that can only look absolutely fantastic on a resume.  I’m still in my probationary period for this job, but I got my interim review.  It was good, across the board.  My boss and I even had a heart-to-heart about my brain damage and how that has led to the depression that affects my negativity.  She understood, and even was able to boost her reviews of me by understanding that my way of being isn’t me trying to bother anyone.  I’m just damaged and trying as hard as I can to be the best employee I can.  The discussion about the review felt fantastic.

Of course, it’s not perfect.  It’s a state job, with all the strings that come with that.  The pay is NOT what I was hoping for.  My hopes of saving up are not going anywhere fast.  But it’s a launching point, and I am okay with that.  At the end of my six month period, I will be getting my first raise.  We’ll see what that equals out to.  My life is a living example of things not working out when I want them to, so I take whatever I can get.

My Parents

It’s hard for me to overstate just how much these people have done for me.  The best thing about getting this fantastic opportunity with the state is that I am FINALLY not having to go to them for money.  That was really bothering me inside, especially with the old man retiring this year.  He’s finally able to enjoy his twilight years.  And my mother calls him her “house bitch.”  I always said that he would go crazy inside an hour if he didn’t have work to do.  Either that or do like his old man and just wander around on his lawnmower talking to people.  Part of me can’t help but think that that might be something he starts doing compulsively – mowing the lawn.  Groj knows, the parents got enough of it.  They are living in the last home they will ever live in.  This is their twilight home.

For as much as I have asked from them for the past few years, it is always something I keep in the back of my mind that I owe them.  Both figuratively and literally.  But this new job doesn’t even pay me enough for that.  I can’t even save with it.  Adulthood is so fucking frustrating, sometimes.  But I keep at it, and hopefully I can actually pay them off.  And maybe get a new car so I don’t have to continue to borrow theirs.  Among other things in my life that are turning into such a pain.  They are two of the best people that a young man could ask for, and despite what I have been told when I was arguing with them in years past, I never took that for granted.  Not once.

My Gypsy Girl

The girl who came into my life on a strange day, and left in just as strange a way.  That girl and I have kept in touch.  It’s been a period of her being around, then not.  She’ll be chatty as fuck with me, and then disappear for weeks or even months.  However, through some of the darkness that I have had to power through in the last year, this girl has been someone that I could talk to.  I also call her my “complicated girl.”  That’s not an overstatement.  This girl is a strange as she is complicated, to the point that I don’t think even she understands her own motivations.

We have bonded over how much darkness we have in our lives.  My darkness is depression caused from brain damage, combined with a severe sense of self-loathing and frustration at my lack of a personal/sex life.  Her darkness is depression caused by substance abuse, a severe sense of self-loathing and frustration at her lack of a personal/sex life.  I haven’t met anyone who understand dwelling the unending darkness like her.  Were it not for forces greater than myself making it so that it can’t be, I would have asked her out ages ago and hopefully impressed her to the point that we would be dating.  Alas, that’s not how that story goes.  Right now we’re in a period of her going dark.  It’s all good.  However long it is, I know that I’ll get a text or call from her one day, and we’ll be able to talk again.  Even if it’s just me listening to her talk about her makeup.  It’s still a medication for what ails her and I.

As I said, the list would be short this year, so here is the biggest thing I am thankful for this year…

My New Friend, Kathryn

My cousin is a huge fan of Bill Burr, and has repeatedly shared with me the bit where he says that men and women can’t be friends as adults, because relationships will always come between them.  He may be right.  However, I take the people I find in my life as they come.  Her and I met the first day we started at the new job together.  It was her, myself, and another person sitting there.  It was awkward and quiet, so I decided to say something to break the ice.  That decision set the stage for one of the most enriching relationships I have had in years.  Her and I have bonded so much, so quickly.  I could tell that we would get along, and I have yet to be proven wrong.

Getting to talk to this girl, hang out, carpool to work, or go out to movies or to dine are the only things that I currently have to look forward to.  And I do.  More than you will ever know.  She is working with me to bring my comic book idea to life.  The girl is a genius.  But there is another part.  A part that bonds with my darkness.  You don’t need to know the details.  This part and me do have a connection, though.  One that I believe could lead to this being one of the strongest connections I have ever had.  Maybe I’m wrong.  I don’t know.  That’s part of why I want to expand things.

There’s the tricky part.  Like most socialite females, she’s a busy girl.  Relationships, family, other people.  I’m just a small part of that.  I know that.  Do I like it?  No.  But I am not so presumptuous of my importance in someone’s life to demand a special space.  I’m needy as fuck, don’t get me wrong, but I haven’t lied to her about that.  Honesty has been something that I strive for above all with this girl.  So many times in my life that proactive lies have gotten me out of a difficult spot, that it has become second-nature to me now.  Not her.  Not this one person.  Truth between us.  That’s a valuable thing.

That’s not to say that it’s been perfect.  Lately it has been a VERY rough patch, due to an old problem that has plagued me for so long.  One that I still fear will destroy what the two of us have.  However, I have done what I can to patch things up, for now.  And I made sure to leave a way for me to gauge if this will be like those other times, in a very simple way.  Anyone who knows me knows that I leave as little as I can to chance.

Those are the things that I’m thankful for this year.  Feel free to let me know what yours are in the Comments.

Until next time, a quote,

“Joy is the simplest form of gratitude.” – Karl Barth

Peace out,

Maverick

A Fairytale

Once upon a time, there was a prince of a faraway land.

The prince was a happy boy, who brought happiness into the lives of everyone he touched.  The subjects loved him, and so did the royal family.  Everyone did.  The young prince believed that the happy years would go on forever.

But then there was an accident, and the young prince was asleep for a long time.  The dreams he had there were nice, and he didn’t want to leave.  But he was brought back into the waking world, and all that greeted him was pain.  The Prince wasn’t well.  His body wasn’t made right, and so he hurt.

For many years, the prince dealt with the pain, all while trying not to let the royal family or his subjects see how hard it was.  It worked, for a while.  However, as the years went on, the prince found a darkness inside of him.  A dark passenger that he carries with him, to this day.

Once the pain in his body was gone, the prince tried to resume life as he had before the accident.  But life had changed.  Everyone in the prince’s life had become a different person.  They weren’t waiting for the prince anymore.  They had gone their own way.  The prince was sad.  He tried to bond with them again, but it didn’t work.

The prince left the kingdom, to go to a faraway school, which would prepare him to rule his kingdom, now that he was an adult.  The prince decided he was going to meet new people here, and make lots of new friends.  And so he did.  More years went by, and life was good again.

But, one by one, the new friends left.  Some hurt the prince in a way he couldn’t describe.  It was making the prince’s dark passenger very powerful inside.  The dark presence whispered things to him, about how everyone will hate him and how nobody really cares.  The prince started to believe in it, after a while.

So the prince tried to hold on to the friends he had, but it just made things worse.  He was so in need, and they couldn’t help him.  After a while, the prince was alone in this faraway land, as lost as when he arrived.  But all that is left for him in his kingdom is the royal family.  He loves them with all his heart, but it isn’t enough for the his lost and wayward heart.

Now, the prince has hatched a plan.  A plan to head away from this kingdom to one even farther away.  But deep down, the prince doesn’t actually believe it will work.  He just tells himself that it will, to try and fight his dark passenger.  The prince hates the dark passenger, and wishes he would go away.  But he never does.

There’s no happy ending to the prince’s story.  It still continues.  Perhaps one day, the prince will find a kingdom where he doesn’t have to hurt anymore.  It’s a little dream.

Until next time, a quote,

“Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” – G.K. Chesterton

Peace out,

Maverick

You Are Such a Spoiled Brat (A response to Zinnia Jones)

Oh look, another YouTuber who I used to respect, a long ass time ago.  It’s so strange to me, sometimes, to see how the landscape of the Internet has changed from when I started following this side of the ideological fence.  I remember in the early days, when Zinnia was a smarmy YouTuber with a good head on her shoulders and a sarcastic side that was fun.  Even featured some of her videos on my page when I was making a point.  But those days are LONG gone.  I haven’t watched one of her videos in years, and I wouldn’t have known about this if another YouTuber I follow hadn’t shared this lovely nugget of retardedness today.  It seems that in the years since I stopped following her, ZJ went more down the SJW rabbit hole, to the point that she has made a very public statement about how she feels about Trump, in probably the most juvenile video I have seen since the woman who was screaming that after Trump got elected, she needed an ambulance because she was going to kill herself.  Guess she didn’t need that ambulance before uploading the video to YouTube.  Funny how that works.  See the temper tantrum for yourself, then we’ll talk about it.

I swear, I have seen children screaming in department stores who I didn’t think are as a big a fucking brat as you are, Zinnia.  That’s what this was.  This was the “grown-up” equivalent of a child screaming because she didn’t get her way.

Let’s start with all the accusations.  You accuse Trump of being a racist, a misogynist, and hating the LGBT community.  That’s funny, but I didn’t see a SINGLE citation to any of that.  Not one.  At least with the misogynist one, you have a go-to line.  That’s one where I can see that you have something to back it up.  But when has Trump said that he hates an ethnic group?  Hell, despite how poorly he did, I saw him trying to reach out to the black community.  If only he had known that Hillary had that locked down.  The go-to line here is that he wants to get rid of all the immigrants.  Not a position I agree with, but it doesn’t mean that he hates all Mexicans.  And fuck, his whole thing about a wall is so paper-thin that he has even said that it would be a fence in places.  In other words, he is back-pedaling on that as fast as he can, because he realizes that it’s all just political theater anyway.

Oh, and the rapist deal.  Do we have definitive proof that he has raped anyone?  I would think the courts would like to see that.  There was a woman who was planning on taking him to civil court for sexual assault, but that mysteriously vanished the moment that he actually won.  Funny how that works.  I did hear something about child rape, but until I see something more concrete than an accusation and the media’s character assassination, I’m not taking that without a big-ass grain of salt.

But the real thing is just what a petulant child she looks like throughout this entire video.  This was nothing but yelling.  Yelling and crying that the person she wanted didn’t win.  Trump doesn’t know anything!  He’s a doo-doo head!  That’s how mature this looked, Zinnia!  I have said before that I have no respect for the right when they claim that they would NEVER do what the left is doing now.  There are plenty of pics from back in 2008 when they did just that.  However, I have even less respect for your ilk.  You are living proof that even a trans person can be a complete piece of shit, ZJ.

For many minutes, you go on and on about how Trump didn’t deserve to win, how he is just super stupid and should have lost the election because you don’t like it.  But you then go into being a disgusting pile of trash when you say that what you need to do, instead of working to unite the country and taking the rational approach to trying to affect policy, you say that we need to make Trump’s life as President as miserable as possible.  All that liberal talk of tolerance and trying to see other’s points of view?  Fuck that!  Maybe to show those that we vehemently disagree with that we can take a mature position and extend and olive branch.  Maybe we can show the conservatives who are being butthurt little bitches about the Hamiltons how reasonable discourse can work.  Fuck that!  Let’s do everything in our power to fuck with the President-Elect!  Let’s make his life in the White House miserable!  Let’s be childish pricks to this person who has yet to do one fucking thing as President of the United States!

In a way, I do like that ZJ has made this video.  I like that we get to see a transgender person be a fucking prick right now to someone who has not shown any inkling of deserving it.  Let’s throw out buzzwords to validate why we hate him and close our ears to anything that might disagree.  That’s the adult way to handle this!  That’s the tolerant way to go about disagreeing with someone!  Proof that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Part of me wants to be open to giving Trump a chance, but he isn’t making it easy.  All his talks about “draining the swamp,” and his entire administration is shaping up to be led by lobbyists and establishment politicians.  I can already tell that it will only be a matter of time before I join the chorus making fun of the guy.  This latest bit with the Hamiltons isn’t helping.  But then I see people like Zinnia, spoiled brats who clearly haven’t faced any legitimate hardships in their entire fucking lives, making it sound like she is going to fuck up Trump’s day purely out of spite, every day for her entire life, and trying to get other spoiled brats to join her.  It’s unreal.  Fuck you, ZJ.  You are immature in the worst way, and I remembered why I stopped watching you.  If you are meant to be the fact of social justice, then you and your stupid tattoo can fuck right off.

Until next time, a quote,

“You’re an unbelievably horrible person.  Wake up.” – Bearing

Peace out,

Maverick

Lucien’s Review: Arrival

arrivalWhen the film ended, and I looked over at my darling companion, the first thing she said is that this movie was complicated.  That’s a statement that can and DOES apply to all Denis Villeneuve’s movies.  This is a guy who expects nothing less than perfect from whatever he makes, and because of that puts out some of the most underrated films that I have ever seen.  The man loves to make his movies complicated, with both themes and symbolism that you can easily miss.  When my girl and I got to talking about the movie after we got done watching, I pointed out something that I am reasonably certain I caught that she missed.  I won’t say what it is.  I hope that there are going to be some fantastic arguments with people about all the parts of the movie.  This was the most unexpected sci-fi movie about aliens landing, and it is this movie that makes me absolutely certain that the sequel to Blade Runner (one of my all-time favorite films) is in good hands.

The plot of the film follows Amy Adams’ character, as a professor of language who seems to have had a tragedy befall her life.  I can’t tell you what it is.  Trust me, it plays into the plot in a big way.  While dealing with this, a series of strange crafts come to Earth from the stars.  The military asks her to come with them and help to establish contact, as they are completely unable to communicate with the beings.  The film chronicles her efforts to speak with the creatures, and decipher the one question that has the entire world on edge – what is your purpose on Earth?  A question that is far more difficult than you’d think to ask.

I cannot begin to praise how believable the elements of this film are without an INSANE level of exposition.  This feels so genuine.  So much of that pends on Amy Adams for her performance.  This woman is a rising star in my eyes of actresses.  She is fantastic in this role, and I hope to see her in more fantastic movies in the future.  The way she explains the usage of language and shows just how much of an academic understanding she has of the medium is wonderful.  When the film wants to show that knowledge, it does so incredibly well.  Amy Adams is the glue that held this movie together, and it is was damn-near perfect glue.

But let’s not cute short the rest of the performances.  Jeremy Renner is very good in his role.  You can see the development of his character from a science who takes what Adams’ character believes not seriously at all to respecting her as he sees just how good she is and how hard she is willing to push herself.  The relationship that develops between the two is believable and by the end, you feel their connection without some cliche kiss in the rain or something like that.  Just through little expressions, you see them growing on each other.

Then there is Forest Whitaker’s character.  In fact, everything to do with the military in this movie was worlds better than what you see the military like in other films.  Sure, they are quick to assume deadly intent, but you can see just how powerless and fearful they are.  This is so much bigger than any one nation, and as the situation grows more and more tense, globally, it makes sense why they are so on edge.  Whitaker grows to depend on his two experts feels real and even how he is having to obey orders when he knows that the situation is more complicated.  I hate in movies how the military is treated like some “let’s just shoot them” group.  Sure, we in ‘Murica do tend to shoot first and ask questions never, but in a situation where we don’t know if shooting might result in global destruction, even ‘Murica would have to bend to the idea of trying to find a peaceful solution.  Granted, there are some “we need to blow them up” moments, but there is enough time of them being unsure and trying to look into other alternatives that I can believe when it gets there.

Now let’s get to the effects in this movie.  I won’t claim that they are perfect.  In fact, there is one scene in-particular where Adams’ CG hair is so bad that it is kind of funny.  But this film keeps the visual effects to a minimum.  And when it wants to shine, it really does.  Since the entire conflict in the film is about translating the aliens’ language, the scenes where we get to see both sides communicating are just awesome.  I love the visual design for the language.  I wonder how much effort went into designing it.  Since Villeneuve tends to be an insane perfectionist in his movies, I get the feeling that it was a lot.

Lastly, if you are going to see this movie, keep in mind that it’s dense.  If you’ve seen this director’s other words, you should know that going into it.  It asks some pretty hard questions, and I can’t wait to get it on blu-ray so I can rewatch it and maybe do a Critical Examination of the film and some of the stuff I saw.  My compatriot wasn’t in the right mindset for how dense some of this got, but I could tell she was impressed when I took some of it and laid it straight.  Plus, I loved getting to watch a movie with her.  We don’t get to hang out nearly enough.  But she’s a busy girl.  Adulthood, am I right?

This was a fantastic movie.  It’s not for everyone.  If you are looking for some alien thriller with all kinds of action, you are DEFINITELY going to the wrong place.  I honestly recommend that anyone who wants to see this movie avoid trailers.  They spoil things.  This director doesn’t get the respect he deserves, but hopefully movies like this get him some more mainstream acclaim.  I can’t wait to see what he does with the Blade Runner universe.

Final Verdict
9 out of 10

Peace out,

Maverick

The True Meaning of Sacrifice

Something to know about me – I have given a lot of my devotion and energy to a lot of people.  Of those, some of them are the best friends I have ever had.  Others are the best friends I had, but for whom my friendship was not enough to stop them from selling it up the river in order to maintain their romantic relationships with people who didn’t like me.  Almost all of whom never even met me.  Jealousy and love wins out over friendship, every time.  But I still did everything in my power to accommodate these people because I cared and I didn’t want to hurt anyone.  That was in my early 20’s.  I’m kicking 30 in the ass now.  I’m too old for this shit.

The story has gone down virtually the same way every time.  I am getting really tight with someone.  Because my own gender and mine just never seem to click, it is often someone of the opposite gender.  That person is involved with someone.  The person and I end up spending more and more time together.  We get reasonably close.  Then, the person’s significant other sees me as a threat.  They come to me, and they try and make compromises.  They try and make things work for both parties.  But the significant other becomes more and more jealous.  Eventually, the person is forced to make a decision – the person they love, or the friend that they care for.  You probably know what they chose.  This is without a SINGLE exception.  None.  But I’m not raging about that.  Believe me, for a long time, I did.  Go back far enough through my site and you’ll see some emo shit written by me about how unfair things were.  I now realize that that was inevitable.  Of course friendship loses to love.  Of course it does.  That’s how life works.

Rather than getting into that, let’s look at this another way.  See, the story is starting all over again.  This time with someone that I have recently come to know and with whom I have gotten close to incredibly quickly.  The speed at which this person and I bonded is quite extraordinary.  And to the credit of this story, there is at least one plot twist – the significant other who sees me as a threat is someone I have met.  I got to meet the guy, and I know for a fact that there was an instance where him and I were looking at each other and we were sizing one-another up.  I will likely never know what he thought what conclusion he came to.  I never want to speak to the guy.

For so long, all I have wanted is someone who I could have over at my place to have movie nights, nerd out with, or just talk.  This person and I got to have that.  Her and I spent one truly amazing night drinking and talking.  It was incredible.  But the story playing out happens all the same.  So, she tells me that the thing I have wanted most, and been teased with, is gone.  Poof.  Never to return.  Thus begins the compromising stage.  Not gonna lie, it hurt.  It hurt a lot.  I haven’t had a new friend in ages.  Now here I met this cool person, and I saw a bright future of all sorts of fun.  Finally putting the chair for a guest in my place to good use!  Movies, pizza, and I could have a friend there when I finally get my hands on Final Fantasy XV and I am playing it for the first time.  Now it’s gone.  It’s never coming back.  Years upon years of nothing but my lonely place, my lonely fridge, and my lonely life, and now something truly amazing was teased in front of me.  You’d think I’d have learned by now that the moment things are going well in my life, that’s when it all goes to shit.

I know what you’re thinking – what does ANY of this whining have to do with the title of the post?  I’m getting to that.  I spilled my guts to her, explaining why I was so frustrated.  The response?  The simple version is – I have to do what’s best for me and (insert significant other’s name here).  In other words – if it comes down to you or him, it’s going to be him.  So, choices have to be made.  Sacrifices.  And who gets to make the sacrifices?  You guess it – me.  As always.  It’s always me who has to accept the lesser option.  Never anyone else.  No one else has to give.  Just me.  Because I’m the friend.

Now I know what you’re thinking – aren’t you just shaming her for choosing someone else over you?  Hardly.  I get it.  I’m the friend.  As Baz Luhrmann said, “understand that friends come and go, save for the precious few for whom you should hold on to.”  But love can shape your whole life.  It gives the human condition purpose.  I will never have love again in my life, so you can extrapolate how much purpose is in my life.  At this point, I’m pretty much just a corpse that walks and talks.  My connection with the human condition is so strained that one day I figure it will fade away and I will become a complete monster who doesn’t care even vaguely about anything.  But I understand that when you have a romantic connection, you will do anything to fight for it.  I’d like to say that in her place, I’d tell the guy to fuck off if he doesn’t like it, but given how terrible my romantic history has been, I don’t know what I would do.  Meanwhile, a friendship can be established elsewhere and be made with more stable people.  That’s adulthood, after all.  Closeness traded in for comfortable distance to keep yourself and those in your life happy.

Which brings me, FINALLY, to the point of this post.  Everyone likes to believe that sacrificing your happiness or what you want for some greater objective is a noble act that says something about you as a person.  I’m here to tell you – that’s bullshit.  The reality is that sacrifice doesn’t mean anything.  What did me giving to all the people who eventually abandoned me do?  Hell, most of them ditched in a way that I figure it wasn’t even difficult to do.  I’m easy to forget.  It’s one of the hallmarks about me.  It’s so easy to forget about me.  I gave and strove to make everyone involved happy.  But in the end, I made no one happy.  Not myself, not the person I was trying to work with, and definitely not the significant other who hated my guts without having ever met me.

Sacrifice is done when mature people realize that the connection they are trying to salvage is worth breaking down in order to compartmentalize it with another that they deem as more valuable.  It’s a simple equation of – I value this person more than that person.  So, I will let this part of it go.  If they cannot accept that, then I know to cut that connection loose.  It’s a logical valuation of how much one person matters vs another.  A simple equation.  That’s the true meaning of sacrifice.  You are doing an equation of what you are willing to let go in order to preserve something else.  I have chose to let all of my golden ideas go, because I want to salvage the idea that maybe I can enjoy some amount of camaraderie with this individual (situation) down the road.  But I know that it’s a temporary fix.  Jealousy is what it is, so I have no delusions about the story playing out any differently.

The difference is that in this instance I drew a firm line in the sand.  I gave up my golden ideas, the things I have been looking for for years, and that’s all I am going to give up.  If more is asked of me, I walk.  It’s a simple way of compartmentalizing this whole affair into what I figure is the inevitable end, that I have seen play out a thousand times before.  We’ll see what happens.  Does it hurt?  Oh yeah.  For one fantastic night, I was given late conversation in my place, with drinks.  That was a night that almost made me want to live again.  But it’s gone, and I know for a fact that it’s never coming back.

Sacrifice is given an elevated platform by society, but that’s bullshit.  It’s an equation that we do, valuing one thing over another and being willing to break the other thing down to make it fit in with the thing that we deem more valuable.  In my case, I value trying to keep what few connections I have to the human condition over my own happiness.  Hell, I gave up on that dead horse years ago.  True happiness is a concept that is completely out of my reach.  I don’t know what my new friend sacrificed.  I don’t know what the significant other sacrificed.  From where I’m sitting, nothing.  He got everything he wanted, and then some.  Oh well.  The equation plays out all the same.

What have you sacrificed for?  What were your sacrificed for?  Let me know in the Comments

Until next time, a quote,

“Love is sacrifice.” – David Oyelowo

Peace out,

Maverick

I Was Wondering When You’d Start Blaming Sanders (A response to Gil Troy)

The title probably says it all, doesn’t it?  I was genuinely wondering when they were going to get around to making Bernie Sanders out to be the person who ruined the election for Hillary Clinton.  I just got done watching TJ’s latest video about abolishing the Electoral College, and he says that it’s time for us to leave the negativity of this election in the past and start moving forward.  And I couldn’t agree more.  However, there is one thing that I want to touch on before I get to practicing what I preach – this article in Time Magazine from a cock-weasel named Gil Troy, who is making the argument that the person who ruined things for Hillary was Bernie Sanders.  You know, the person that she has been shown to have used every corrupt tactic she could to destroy.  Who had the entire corrupt party at her back to help her do.  Let’s blame him for this.  Here’s a link to the moron’s article, now let’s talk about it.

On Election Day, Senator Bernie Sanders earned the 2016 “Ralph Nader Award” for the Leftist Most Responsible for Helping Republicans Win the Presidency. True, Donald Trump cleverly exploited voters’ frustrations. And Hillary Clinton’s campaign in 2016 was as rigid and empty as it was when she lost in 2008. Still, Sanders helped Clinton lose. His insurgency pushed her too far left to prevent an effective re-centering in the fall, while goading her into wooing different constituencies rather than uniting the nation.

I am in awe.  In awe…for how stupid this statement is.  Are you kidding me?!  This election showed, by ANY metric you can find, that what people are wanting is less of the party establishment politicking and more ant-establishment candidates.  Sanders filled stadiums with people coming out to support him.  He had massive crowds.  His opponent couldn’t fill a high school gym.  Trump had people out in droves to his events.  The left-leaning media shit on both of them as hard as they could, but if you can look at this election and say that Hillary’s problem was that she couldn’t go enough to the center, then you are fucking delusional.

In fairness, Sanders ran a surprisingly effective campaign tapping the same anti-establishment fury Donald Trump stirred. Although Sanders and Trump are very different, their campaigns were not. Each treated Hillary Clinton as a compromised, Wall Street–worshipping, Establishment sellout.

Not seeing anything incorrect here.  Hillary is, without a single bit of uncertainty, a Wall Street-worshiping establishment sellout.  What is the contention you are making?

Both demonized Washington insiders and free trade, rather than tackling the real structural problem: the United States deindustrialized because Americans refuse to pay what it costs to hire American workers and instead buy cheaper imported products.

How stupid is this guy?  This rationalization makes no fucking sense.  The real problem is that our government has worked hand-in-hand to the people sending jobs overseas.  Bill Clinton is just as guilty of helping to gut the middle class as George Bush II was.  Hell, I didn’t see Barack Obama working to get jobs that outsource to come back to American shores.  This has NOTHING to do with people refusing to buy more expensive products.  It has everything to do with the political establishment’s unrepentant corruption.  The WikiLeaks reveals exposed the entire Democratic Party for the crooked money-lenders that they are.  They didn’t even try to hide how in the pockets of big business they are.  Instead, they saber-rattled with Russia to try and cover their guilt.  Not once did I see a news outlet come out that the released info was wrong.  Hell, Bill Maher’s best defense was – why didn’t you release info about Trump?  Assange’s retort to him was awesome – I see you donated over $1 million to Hillary.  The indignant look on that smug asshole’s face when he was busted, dead to rights, was perfect.  What this man said is the stupidest thing I’ve heard in a long time.

As a result, just as Ralph Nader siphoned tens of thousands of votes on Election Day 2000 in Florida from Al Gore, causing the deadlock and George W. Bush’s victory, Bernie Sanders’ similar vampire effect enfeebled Hillary Clinton.

If Hillary is so weak that she couldn’t unite her own party behind her, then what does that say about her?  Nothing good, I’ll tell you there.

This dynamic followed a classic historical pattern. Sanders drew Clinton from the center toward the Democrats’ extreme flank. That shift paralleled Jimmy Carter’s leftward lurch when Ted Kennedy ran in 1980, and George H.W. Bush’s rightwing swerve when Pat Buchanan rebelled in 1992. Each time, the frontrunners felt forced to placate loyalists they should have been able to take for granted, while embracing extreme positions that haunted them during the general election campaign.

This idea that what people want is more middle-of-the-road politics is as ignorant as it is unfounded.  There is NO evidence to show that people want more of the same politicking.  None.  I’ll tell you where this delusion comes from – Bill Clinton.  See, the Democrats had been doing terribly, for years.  They needed to rebrand themselves, and so they did.  Bill was a middle-of-the-road candidate, who was as charismatic as he was practical.  The Democrats worked hard to present him as a safe alternative to the right wing that George H.W. represented.  And that worked.

But the reality is that a new generation has come up, and that generation has seen the establishment politics for what it is – a process that is destroying the middle class and making change that is beyond paltry.  Like the Affordable Card Act, a birthday present for the private insurance companies.  This middle class in this country is dead.  People see the business-as-usual politics as ineffectual and corrupt.  Which, you know, it is.  But that’s neither here nor there.  This man is living in a fantasy world.  A world where the crash of 2008 didn’t happen and the Internet has been used as a tool by whistleblowers to show the corruption inherent in politics and the government in general for what it is.  A world where Chelsea Manning and Edward Snowden hadn’t pulled back the veil.  That’s what they think we live in.  I hate these baby-boomers fossils who think they know shit about how the world works, when they are living in the past.

The article goes on for paragraphs of this same bullshit, idolizing the way Bill Clinton led from the center.  The way politics was so corrupt.  This man is one of those people who has a rosy view of the 90’s.  Why wouldn’t he?  It was a great time to be an adult.  The job market was absolutely fantastic.  You could start a career without a degree and it was easy to buy a home and start a family.  What they failed to realize what that the reason that the economy was booming and life was fantastic was that Clinton was rolling back the regulations that safeguarded against the derivatives trading that ended up destroying our economy.  He gutted regulatory agencies that could have at least stemmed the tide of what happened.  Bill Clinton is just as much responsible for what happened as either of the Bush’s that came before and after him.  So is Barack Obama, who has also been an extremely centrist candidate whose great “change” is skin-deep at best.

Then we get to have this little tidbit…

Sanders liberals considered Clintonian centrism not liberal enough, not minority-sensitive enough, not pure enough. The result is a president-elect hostile to liberalism, unafraid of demonizing minorities and epitomizing a killer instinct that makes Clintonian triangulation look naïve. All this makes Bernie Sanders the Ralph Nader of 2016.

Sanders and by extension WikiLeaks exposed a party that is as corrupt as it is unapologetic.  And they have worms like you apologizing for their flaws.  I find the irony of that more than a little palpable.  Gil Troy is everything wrong with politics today.  We have dinosaurs clinging to the party’s politics like the guy at the other end of a boat thinking that the fact that it’s sinking won’t affect him too.  Unreal.

Until next time, a quote,

“In political jargon, a useful idiot is a person perceived as a propagandist for a cause whose goals they are not fully aware of, and who is used cynically by the leaders of the cause.” – Wikipedia

Peace out,

Maverick

The Democratic Tea Party (needs to happen)

I have followed the retarded protests that have been happening to President-Elect Donald Trump with more than a little cringe.  Kind of hard to argue that this is more than a little pathetic.  All the people who said that Trump needed to accept losing are screaming, rioting, and even making a petition that has millions of signatures for the Electoral College to put Hillary in the White House, all while Trump has started some genuinely good ideas, like rolling back the proxy war with Russia in Syria.  No joke, the whole deal with Russia and Hillary’s saber-rattling with them to cover her ass with WikiLeaks scared the fuck out of me.  If nothing else, I’m glad that we have a candidate who wants to ease the tension.

But I am now looking at what is happening to the Democrats and I can’t help but think that this could be a VERY good thing.  The reality is that this election wasn’t Trump sweeping the nation.  He got a vote amount in the same range as typical Republican candidates.  The thing that got him victory was the fact that Hillary got so much fewer votes than she was expecting.  And there’s a reason for this.  Because she is this election’s version of Mitt Romney.  In 2012, the Republican polling numbers were abysmal.  Same this time.  And despite all the claims that it was about Hillary having a vagina, the reality is that both candidates were despised for the same reason – they are unrepentant corporate tools who have no charisma.  It’s too easy to hate what they represented.

“So, what does this have to do with the protests and riots?” you ask.  Let’s take a trip down memory lane to 2008.  After the sweeping success of Barack Obama, a candidate who inspired people and had lots of charisma to match, there was something of a civil war within the Republican party.  It was called the Tea Party.  I can already hear some of you groaning.  Yeah, the Tea Party had some of the cringiest things you can imagine, along with pundits who became easy fodder for comedians.  However, let’s look at the effect they had on the party.  In no uncertain terms, the Tea Party gutted the Republican party from within.  They destroyed so many of the old guard Republican candidates in primaries and while it was a difficult transition, the result has been a conservative counter-culture that is now maligned as the “alt-right.”  It led to some very charismatic Republican candidates.  I don’t agree with these people, but I can’t deny their charisma.  Part of me would have loved to see a debate between Ted Cruz and Hillary Clinton.  Unlike Trump, Cruz was eloquent and has a sharp tongue.  Trump almost never got into all the WikiLeaks stuff and the corruption, but I guarantee you that Cruz would have broken her back with it, over and over again.  It’s honestly for the best that we got a centrist in hardcore conservative clothing to win the election.

The point of all of this is that I genuinely believe that it’s time for the Democrats to have their own version of the Tea Party.  It’s time for us to start an internal political revolution to gut this party of the corporate tools who have infested it and bring what was supposed to be the left’s answer to the right back into the left where it belongs.  The Democratic Party has become so twisted by moneyed interest that they are now right of center.  That needs to stop.  All these people protesting need to come together and begin our own version of the Tea Party, because if they don’t, then you can guarantee that 2020 will go to Trump again.  We need to mix things up, and it needs to happen right fucking now.

We need to get rid of these establishment Democrats.  As many as we can.  Let’s get some candidates in there who are fresh faces with bright ideas.  We need candidates who can promote things in the vein of Bernie Sanders.  His message resonated with people, and for good reason.  Instead of propping up the same broken candidates who nobody likes, let’s get some fresh blood in.

For example, there is a woman that I would actually like to see as the first female President.  Not Elizabeth Warren.  Fuck that pathetic sellout.  She sold her soul to the devil, and for what?  Nothing.  Hey, Sanders did that too.  Funny how that works.  Another reason the party needs to be changed.  If the only thing they can do (since they can’t inspire confidence and get booed at their own acceptance ceremony) is threaten and blackmail people in the party to play ball, then these people aren’t worth anything.  The woman that I am genuinely hoping I get to see making a run for the Oval Office is Tulsi Gabbard.  Back in the primaries, I was hoping that Sanders would be picking her as VP, grooming her the Presidency after him.  She’s got a fantastic track record, military service, and doesn’t have ANY of the baggage the bulk of the party does.  All these idiots can say that the reason I didn’t want Hillary in there is because she’s a woman.  Let me shit on that idea by promoting a woman who would be utterly fantastic at the job.

There is a golden opportunity to reform the party with candidates who aren’t barely left or just right of center, and I say that NOW is the time to take it.  Strike while the iron’s hot.  Let’s get some fresh blood who are genuinely progressive, but NOT in the modern terms.  This ties into something else that needs to happen – the SJWs have got to go!  While we are busy arguing about pronouns, the liberals who aren’t part of all this drama are rolling their eyes.  Party loyalty is dying while we have these same stupid debates about gender and BLM and pronouns.  Nobody cares about the person who identifies themselves as an Apache Helicopter and has the pronouns phe/per/pheper.  The SJW mentality was, quite correctly, rejected in this election.  People didn’t care about the crybullies and their talking points.  People see that for the stupid bullshit that it is, and if this party is to have ANY legitimacy in the future, this group and their tearful bullshit have to go back to whatever corner of Tumblr or Twitter from whence they came.  While they are complaining about someone who was identified the wrong way, we could be fighting for ACTUAL universal healthcare or environmental regulation that does real good.  Maybe throw some money to research for cures for diseases now that our over-prescribing of medications is breeding superbugs.  The social justice crowd needs to be cast out of our current political discourse if there will ever be any real progress made towards the things that truly matter.  But hey, maybe I’m wrong.  Let’s ask Occupy how fighting for Native American rain dance rights worked out for them.

We have a golden opportunity to reform the party, but only if we can trim the cancer from it and rally to push forward people who are genuinely worthy.  And let’s not get sidetracked by the people bitching about being “misgendered.”  But that’s just what I think.  Let’s not let all this protesting energy go to waste.  Not like what happened with Occupy.  Though, that was mainly because they didn’t expel the SJW cancer before it was far too late.

Until next time, a quote,

“You know why people don’t like liberals?  Because they lose.  If liberals are so fucking awesome, why do they lose so god-damned always?” – Will McAvoy, The Newsroom

Peace out,

Maverick