Showing posts with label Be Here Now. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Be Here Now. Show all posts

I Bought Two More Books: "Zen Mind Beginners Mind" - by Suzuki and "The Four Agreements" - by Don Miguel Ruiz --- I already Got "Still Here" - by Ram Dass and "Cosmic Consciousness" - by Richard Bucke - Exploring Reality, Wisdom & Trippy Hippy Thought +++PLUS+++ FREE PSYCHEDELIC ART


Moonrise over the Pyramids

"Zen Mind Beginners Mind" - Suzuki - The Man that Brought Zen to America from Japan - San Francisco Zen Center and the Tassajara Zen Center in Big Sur a Favorite of Steve Jobs.

Buddhism Started in India about 2,500 Years ago. Then it went to China, Japan and all of Asia... and finally America...

"The Four Agreements" - Don Miguel Ruiz - Toltec Wisdom
I was introduced to this book by Byron Law... a truly unique person from Mom's AA Chico... He went to WALMART and Read One Chapter at a Time so he didn't have to pay... also that gave him time to Totally GROK each Chapter...

This book is used to REFUSE the Brainwashing of the Catholic Church. (A Big Problem in Mexico)


"Still Here" By Ram Dass Is the Answer to "Remember: Be Here Now"

What happened is that I've been working doing reviews on the internet at a place called yougov.com - they ask a bunch of questions about products, shopping, politics, TV Shows... and Then I Give Then my opinion... By filling out a form... And then once I filled out a dozen forms I get a $15 visa gift card... So I wanted to get something special for me... And this is a book that is meaningful...

https://www.ramdass.org/still-here/

I bought another Book: Cosmic Consciousness: A Study in the Evolution of the Human Mind Author: Bucke, Richard Maurice

another one of "Those" books from Long Ago...

1. "Remember: Be Here Now" - Ram Dass
2. "Autobiography of a Yogi" - Paramahansa Yogananda
3. "Cosmic Consciousness" - Bucke, Richard Maurice
4. "The Doors of Perception" - Aldous Huxley
5. "1984" - George Orwell

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmic_Consciousness

a 1901 book by the psychiatrist Richard Maurice Bucke, in which the author explores the concept of cosmic consciousness, which he defines as "a higher form of consciousness than that possessed by the ordinary man".[1]





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Wavy Gravy Sings the Song "Basic Human Needs" for a SEVA Benefit - Eye Doctors that do Cataract Surgery in the Himalayas - "Ace of Cups" Backup Singers / Instruments.

https://youtu.be/K7ailgfJQck?si=mzFG3QJuFNvjpUIB


Wavy Gravy in the Studio Singing

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Ace of Cups Rock Music Band
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Great Books: "Still Here: Embracing Aging, Changing and Dying " by Ram Dass - Dr. Richard Alpert (All the words of the Preface included here)
https://www.amazon.com/Still-Here-Embracing-Aging-Changing-ebook/dp/B00FPWS4ZG

Preface:
   Be Here Now was first published in 1971. It recorded the two major experiences I had Had during the Sixties; one of them was psilocybin mushrooms, and the other was my Guru, Maharajji. Both of them - mushrooms and Maharajji - did many things for me, one of which was to give me a familiarity with other planes of consciousness. They showed me that there's much more in any given moment than we usually perceive, and that we ourselves are much more than we usually perceive. When you know that, part of you can stand outside the drama of your life. 

   There were a number of transformations in Richard Alpert (my name at birth), which were inspired by mushrooms and Maharajji, and the best, I think, is the one that opened my heart and gave me a chance to serve. For me, the way the compassion seemed to express itself was showing people what I had done, how I had approached my experiences, and so opening avenues for them where their own spirit could emerge. I felt incredibly fortunate because of all the things that had happened to me in the Sixties, and I wanted to spread the grace around. So there were lectures, there were books, there were tapes, and there were videos - a patchwork of different means for sharing my life with people. Ghandi once said, "My life is my message." That's what I aspire to. 

   As I opened my heart, various forms of suffering in my fellow human beings presented themselves, and I decided to dowhat I could to help. Prisoners read Be Here Now, and then wrote to me, and through corresponding with them I realized that many people can do deep spiritual work in prison. So I started the Prison Ashram Project.

   Then I noticed how frightened we are of death in our culture, and what a lot of suffering that was creating. That was in contrast to what I'd seen in India, which has a much different understanding of death than we do because of their knowledge of the continuation of the soul. I wanted to find ways of sharing that, so I instituted the Dying Project.  I started hanging out with people who were dying - including my mother, my father, my stepmother, people with AIDS and cancer, many, many people over the years, who I've been with as they died. To each of these individuals and situations I brought what I had to share - my acquaintance with other planes of consciousness, and the way that affects how we perceive our living and our dying. 

   I started to look at the social institutions in the world around me, to see weather the spiritual tack I was taking might be commensurate with social action. A couple of friends were starting the Seva Foundation, and invited me to join them to do work with doctors and activists, doing work in India, Nepal and Guatemala, and with American Indians and in the Inner Cities of America. Other friends had wondered how business, which is the institution which has the most power in out society, might become more informed bu Spiritual Awareness and I Started the Social Venture Network. They are compassionate business people who invited me to work together with them. I joined the board of Creating Our Future, which was an organization for teenagers who wanted to inform their lives with spirit. These organizations were trying to prevent suffering in areas in which I felt a personal connection. For some people, it's world hunger or literacy. For me it was seeking spiritual answers to many of our problems. 

   My interest in aging came from a personal direction. I was getting older - ans so were the baby boomers, who were fast approaching fifty. In this youth-oriented culture, aging is a profound source of suffering, and that is what I was responding to when I decided to turn my attention to conscious aging workshops, and to writing this book. 

   One evening in February, 1997, I was in bed at home in Marin County, contemplating how to end this book. I'd been working on the manuscript for the past eighteen months, weaving together personal experiences and from talks I'd given around the country on conscious aging, but somehow the book's conclusion had eluded me. Lying there in the dark, I wondered why what I'd written seemed so incomplete, not quite rounded, grounded or whole. I tried to imagine what life would be like if I were very old, not an active person of sixty-five, traveling the world incessantly as a teacher and speaker, caught up in my public role - but as someone of ninety, say, with failing sight and failing limbs. I fantasized how that old man would think, how he would move and speak and hear, what desires he might have as he slowly surveyed the world. I was trying to feel my way into oldness. I was thoroughly enjoying this fantasy when the phone rang. In the process of my fantasy, I'd noticed that my leg had seemed to fall asleep. As I got up to answer the phone, my leg gave way under me and I fell to the floor. In my mind, the fall was still part of my "old man fantasy." I didn't know that my leg had fallen asleep because I'd had a stroke. 
   
   I reached for the phone, on the table near my bed.
   "R. D. ? Are you there?
   
   I heard the voice of an old friend in Santa Fe. When I didn't respond coherently, he asked. "Are you sick?" I suppose I still didn't answer, so he said, "If you can't speak, tap on the phone. Tap once for yes and twice for no." When he asked if I wanted help, I tapped "no" over and over again. 

   Nonetheless, he contacted my secretaries, who live close by, and the next thing I knew they rushed into the house and found me on the floor. There I was flat on my back, still caught in my "dream" of the very old man, who had now fallen down because his leg wouldn't work. My assistants seemed very frightened; they called 911. My next recollection is of a group of young firemen, straight out of central casting, staring into the old man's face while I observed the whole thing as if from a doorway to the side. I'm told I was immediately rushed to a hospital nearby, but all I remember was being rolled down the hospital corridors, looking up at the ceiling pipes and the concerned faces of nurses and friends. I was fascinated by what was happening. 

   Only afterward did I learn that I had a stroke and realize how close to death I had actually been. The doctors told my friends I had a massive cerebral hemorrhage, and only a ten percent chance of survival. I noticed the looks of deep concern on the faces of the doctors and my friends, but the thought of dying was nowhere in my mind, so I was perplexed by their grave expressions. 

   Three hospitals and hundreds of hours of rehabilitation later, I gradually eased into my own post stroke life as someone in a wheelchair, partially paralyzed, requiring round-the-clock care and a degree of personal attention that made me uncomfortable. All my life I had been a "helper"; I had even collaborated on a book called How Can I Help? Now I found myself forced to accept the help of others, and to admit that my body needed attention. Because I'd spent my adult life concentrating on the realms of the spirit, I'd always been able to rationalize the distance I'd maintained from my body by saying that my detachment was a spiritual witnessing of the physical form. But that had only been partly true. The truth is that I distanced myself from my body. I saw my body as merely a vehicle for the soul. I ignored it as much as possible and tried to spiritualize it away. 

   From a physical perspective, the lack of love I had shown towards my body contributed to my stroke. I was negligent about taking my blood pressure medicine, and a month before the stroke, ignored an unusual one-side hearing loss while scuba diving in the Caribbean.  Before the stroke, although I was in my 60's, I saw myself as young and powerful, with my MG, golf clubs, surfing, and speaking gigs. Illness had shattered my self image, and opened the door to a new chapter in my life. 

READ MORE IN THE ACTUAL BOOK...
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Memorial Service Video: Joan Baez and Bob Weir Sing Amazing Grace. Bob tells the Story of Meeting Richard Alpert for the First time... 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=2&v=eXghn7xJWbc&feature=emb_logo


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Great Backpacking Trips in Northern California

Hetch Hetchy: A level path goes around the lake. A good place to camp about 5 miles in. We used it as a base camp for "free climbing" granite. Be careful of accidentally slipping into the river... I did upstream of Wapama Falls. That Morning we ate LSD and Peyote and Smoked Marijuana. Since we were Stimulated and Filled with Electric Energy given by the LSD, We were able to Climb Up a Chimney. The Granite Rock Was Split Vertically and I Was able to climb with my Left Boot on one side and my Right Boot on the other side. I felt as if I was Spiderman... Never Before or since have I been able to climb like that. After wandering around above Timberline we went down to look at the river. It had carved a large pool with a Short waterfall flowing into the pool and a Large Waterfall flowing OUT. I did not NOTICE the REALITY of the WET GRANITE and I slipped right in. Swimming in a river with a powerful current That was out of my control. I was forced underwater and I gave up and accepted Death. Then by a Miracle, The river Bubbled me up at a place where I could climb out. We walked back to camp and I spent the rest on the trip IN my sleeping bag, asking my friends to bring me beverages, food and weed... I cannot say that I had any Cosmic Revelations with my Near Death Experience... No Great Wisdom... Except NOTICE REALITY!  


A friend of mine That I Met at AA in Chico FAILED TO NOTICE REALITY. She did not notice that her car was driving directly into the front of a Loaded Logging Truck. She was Driving while Blind Drunk. So, she went head first thru her windshield and... after that... She was not very Smart anymore... She was a Nice, Pretty Young Mother but, Brain Damaged. 

One thin we all can di is Learn from our Elders. Try to Not make the same mistakes as our Parents. For Example: My Mother Held a Resentment Against Her Sister for Sixty Years. Mom refused to talk to my Aunt and They Took That Fight TO THEIR GRAVES.  We had a great time at my Aunt's Funeral because I did not know much about her and I got to talk to her children that we never saw... ever... My Cousins Lived about a hundred miles from us but we had No Contact for Most of my life. WELL, I'm not going to make that mistake in MY life. I made an effort to Make Amends with everyone I Hurt and Forgave Everyone that hurt me. It's a Step in Alcoholics Anonymous... That's a Smart Task!

The belief system of AA has some similarity to Ram Dass' Teachings. Compare "Be Here Now" and "One Day at a Time." I remember Having a Group Discussion about the idea "Be Here Now"at an AA Meeting in Bidwell Park Chico right next to the creek with the little birdies chirping, etc etc etc... There we were with friends in one of the most beautiful parks in the world and... I Came to the realization that it's pretty easy to "Be Here Now" when You are Having Fun but MUCH MORE DIFFICULT when Your Dentist is Drilling... ahhh... It's All Just Grist For The Mill... https://www.amazon.com/Grist-Mill-Awakening-Ram-Dass/dp/0062235915
Link to Google Map of Hetch Hetchy: GO THERE!

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Hetch+Hetchy+Valley,+California+95321/@37.9429661,-119.765467,12z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x80971f8a91c736fd:0x423983ee122b8b47

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wapama_Falls


https://www.amazon.com/Be-Here-Now-Ram-Dass/dp/0517543052

Great Book: "Be Here Now" by Ram Dass AKA Dr. Richard Alpert... Autobiography and Illustrated Eastern Religion... with amazing art created using rubber stamps for letters and symbols...

At the Rainbow Gathering in California, I spent an afternoon at Ram Dass' Tent... Just relaxing with other people and enjoying some marijuana... There was a long line of people that wanted a personal meeting with Ram Dass and I declined to wait in that line... I didn't really have anything to say... This tent was at an intersection of two main trails at the Gathering and so there was a lot of interesting looking people walking by... and the Rangers were providing free car rides for disabled people. Right next to us there were a group of Teenagers that were begging for Candy... Well, why not? They used the Slang word DZUZU... Once I found out what that word meant, I threw small bags of M&M Candy at them... and they cheered... Chocolate falling out of the sky! Later I met a DOG and had a long Conversation because I fed him some Summer Sausage... That got the dog's attention... free meat! and he refused to leave me alone until I Hid the Sausage in my Backpack... Then, since he could not see the meat, he believed it was all gone and walked away...

The next day, there was Live Music at the Ram Dass Tent... and they played the most CONSONANT music I have ever heard... Very similar to Christian Music... where they play Major Chords and never stray into Minor Chords or 7ths... I wandered away because I wanted to be part of the July 4th OM at Main Circle... I took this Photo and then Put the Camera in my Pocket, Held Hands and Chanted... Sometimes it's best to ACTUALLY LIVE LIFE instead of DOCUMENTING LIFE... and then Years later someone on the Internet wrote the slogan... and Potatoshopped it into this Photo... THANKS! I was just surfing the web when Surprise! I saw My Photo with words written on it! 



Rainbow Gathering in California - July 4th OM - Photo by Gregory Vanderlaan
https://www.amazon.com/Food-Gods-Original-Knowledge-Evolution/dp/0553371304

Food of the Gods: The Search for the Original Tree of Knowledge A Radical History of Plants, Drugs, and Human Evolution. 

by Terence McKenna  (Author)

An exploration of humans' symbiotic relationships with plants and chemicals presents information on prehistoric partnership societies, the roles of spices and spirits in the rise of dominator societies; and the politics of tobacco, tea, coffee, opium, and alcohol.

Digital Yin Yang Locket Necklace
This Rainbow Hued Hexagon 
Yin Yang is Hidden by the Lid but... 
it's available on other necklaces...
Two Different Color Schemes 
on Two Different Necklaces.

Will Trump SURRENDER to Iran? They issued dramatic new demands around the reopening of the Strait of Hormuz,... #TACO

Iran says strait won’t open until the US ‘corrects’ behavior... The United States must never threaten Iran again and must permanently end the war with Iran and its armed allies in the region. The U.S. must lift the naval blockade of Iranian ports and withdraw its military from the area. It also must “completely compensate” Iran for war damage, lift sanctions and “unconditionally” release frozen assets.

Will Trump SURRENDER to Iran?



In Other News: 
Israel rejects Trump's 15-point plan for Gaza, Netanyahu says... 


Did You Notice... Trump's Insane Iran War Has Started Again! The Streets of Whore Moose are CLOSED! OPEN! CLOSED! OPEN! CLOSED! 

The streets of Whore moose are now closed - meme

Taco Trump meme


Please Share Your Anti-Trump Memes on EVERY Social Media Platform. Especially TwitterX and Tooth SoCal --- Gab, LinkedIn, Mastodon, Minds, Tumblr, Gettr, Instagram, Blue Sky, Threads and Faceborg...


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and just yesterday I Wondered... 
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Will $300 Billion Dollars Make Iran Great Again? #TACO TRUMP SURRENDERS! The War is "OVER" ---  The War in Iran Was Not Just a Failure; It Was a MAGA Failure!
Free meme - Trump was wrong about everything - gvan42

Before the war with Iran began the national average for a gallon of regular gas was $2.96. Now it's $4.00 per gallon, following a tentative peace deal that pushed prices down from a peak of $4.55 --- And there's no reason to believe that the gas prices will ever go back down... Big Profits! for Big Oil & the Stock Market... You Pay, They Win.

Some Guy on Faceborg Said: Trump is a demented old man. Trump’s war accomplished nothing – the Iran deal is proof. No one gets a Nobel peace prize for ending a war HE started. No amount of Donald Trump’s spin can obscure the fact that his newly announced deal with Iran is one big lesson in why this war should never have been launched. If there is a silver lining in this debacle, it is that the utter failure of Trump’s military adventure in Iran may give him pause before trying another...

Boycott Trump's Insane Iran War! REFUSE TO BUY GASOLINE. REFUSE TO FLY IN JET AIRPLANES. Simply "Be Here Now" Instead. This year, the "Staycation" is what's happening!

Do Gas Prices Make You Unhappy? Take the Bus. Ride a Bike. Get an Electric Car. Walk, Or just Stay Home! Since I Don't Own a Car... Gasoline price increases are not directly in my face... It must really suck to go to a gas station now... And be forced to pay outrageous prices... So much travel is involuntary... Commuting to work... Or going to the grocery store... Or going to doctor's appointments...

I feel certain that the grocery stores that deliver food here are charging more money to cover the extra costs of delivery... But I pay rent that includes food, laundry, mowing the lawn, Cooking, cleaning... everything...

I live at an old folks home and I see on TV news that other people are having problems... And quite often I just change the channel... Evidently, flying on commercial airlines is a mess with long wait times for the TSA people to check for terrorist bombs and box cutters it could be used to hijack the airplane...

I haven't flown in a jet airplane in over 25 years... So the problems of the "Jet Set" seem remote... I keep wondering: Why don't those people just wake the f*ck up? Getting a clue is an alternative!

Obviously, travel is something that we just cannot afford these days with the disaster economy given us by Mad King Donald... 

Trump caused ecological disaster in Iran



Jet airplanes cause climate change

Why not fly a Jefferson Airplane instead?


If you use a match from a matchbook to light your marijuana cigarette, when you get down to the end it's hard to hold... So if you take that burnt match and split it in half... You can put the cigarette in the split half... And that's what a Jefferson Airplane is... Part that you hold is like a biplane... 
And
Trump gets raptured by outer space aliens

Arrest Trump now - meme

Secret Trick to Life: Learn How To Do a FACT CHECK on Google (or BING... or Duck Duck Go...) That Way People CAN'T Lie to You. Because You Refuse To Believe Their Lies...Simply Type the Words "Fact Check" and the Statement You Want to Verify... Read the Results... It Can Be Quite Eye Opening!




Music Video: Did You Ever Notice Reality? by Greg Vanderlaan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPthFNI07Qo

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Owning a Gun INCREASES the Chance of Having a Gun Accident. Suicides increase too... More Family Lives are LOST than Lives Saved Defending Yourself from "Bad Guys."

This is a Blessing for Mankind Because Dead People Don't Have Children... and The Defective "Gun Nut" Gene ENDS HERE...






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and It Seems Like the Human Race is Evolving into Two Separate Species... Like the Morlocks and The Eloi of HG Wells Time Machine... QAnon and The Followers of Donald Trump are Evolving into a Hate Fueled Race of Primitive Anger Monsters... While We The People are Becoming One... Online... Merging, Evolving, Learning... and Eventually (With our Computer Friends) We Will Become a Totally Different Animal... a Man/Machine Hybrid... Like Dr. Isaac Asimov's C/Fe Culture...


We Have Already Created Asimov's Encyclopedia Galactica... Where all Knowledge of Mankind is Stored... To Help us Re-Grow Civilization after a Collapse of Society and a Era of Hunter Gatherers... It's Wikipedia... The Pages Supply a Simple and Concise Rendition of the Knowledge... and The Footnotes Provide Links to The Source of the Facts.


I Have Contributed What I Know... It's Very Difficult to Find a Subject that Has NOT Already Been Thoroughly Documented... But I Did add One Sentence to the Forbes Mill in Los Gatos, California Page. "It was then abandoned and finally, in 1971, it was revived as a youth center for Los Gatos with live rock music on Friday and Saturday nights."


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I heard a Worthy Song on the Saturday Night Alive for the Global Peace Tribe Show... So I Wrote Down Every Word...

Transcript: Larisa Stow Says: "Hello. Hello Scott. Hello Everyone. We Are So Grateful To Be here With You. As To Be Part of this Show That is About Sacred Activism. For Me Sacred Activism Means That We Are FOR Something That You Care About.
That It's About Love. and It's about really standing up for what we are passionately, what Passionately Care About in Life. Rather Than Being Against Something. So, It's about Raising our Vibration and reaching out our hands and sharing our hearts... and Gandhi, This is one of my favorite Examples... Is That, In South Africa When there was this Oppression Against the Indians. Gandhi made friends with the Prime Minister, General Smutz Who was at the Time about Oppression of the Indians and He Would Not Give Up with Showing Up and having conversations that came from a place of love and Bridging friendship with General Smutz and Eventually General Smutz Changed his Mind, and dropped his thinking and dropped into his heart. and when he was asked "How Gandhi Changed His Mind?" he said: "He Didn't Change My Mind, He Changed My Heart." and That's what I Think of as Sacred Activism, is Heart Work, it's love work... and in THAT We Sing The Peacemakers... AHHH... Tap on Our Hearts...


OHHH... Yeah, Yeah...
OHHH... Hey, Yeah... hey, Yeah...


Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Your Enemies....
Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Your Enemies....


Do Good, Good, Good, Good, Good To Those Who Hurt You...
Do Good, Good, Good, Good, Good To Those Who Hurt You...


Yeah? Yeah. Yeah? Yeah.


We Shall Be The Peacemakers.
We Shall Be The Peacemakers.


and We Shall Be Called,
The Children of Love...
The Children of Love... "



I Plan to "Be Here Now" for the Rest of the Summer. No Travel. No Buying Gas. No Airport Madness. I'm Already Here and it's Great!

We had a great 4th of July party here... 

In my Suburban neighborhood, the families go out in the middle of the street and set off fireworks... It's a giant block party... And out in the middle of the street is probably the safest place to play with fire... Considering that it's hot and there's a drought and California has tendency to burn like crazy... 

Jefferson Airplane

I'm certain that on TV news there will be reports of people who are unhappy at the airport... They should have flown on a Jefferson Airplane instead... DUH... 

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“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all Rich White Men are created equal, [NOT Blacks, Women, Indians or Landless Peasants] and that they are endowed by their Creator [Named Jesus, Allah, Yahweh, Odin, Thor, KRSNA, Buddha or a Thousand Other Names] with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.” [Unless your Pursuit uses Marijuana or Psychedelics as a Sacrament] - DANG... So Many Disclaimers... Was This Written by a Freaking Lawyer?

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And then I read on the internet... 

When I was in high school I had a literature teacher who had a policy of unlimited extra credit. All you had to do was read a book by a notable author (his discretion) and have a little chat with him after school to prove that you read it. No limits, no need for variety (one month I decided I really loved Kurt Vonnegut and just read everything of his I could get my hands on).

Yes, I was tearing through books constantly, and talking to this teacher at least weekly. Because even though I always loved reading as a kid, literature was always a very weak subject for me in terms of a teaching-to-standardized-test school setting (I just do awful on "what color were the curtains" type multiple choice questions. Those details don't stick in my memory THEY JUST DON'T). But that didn't matter for this class. I could just read my way out of any bad test score. I have always had fond memories of how I "fudged" my way through that class and "abused' the extra credit policy.

I was thinking about it again today, and only just now realized that he absolutely tricked me into being well-read, while my teenage self thought I was totally getting away with something. THAT MOFO! I hope he's doing well.

Rainbow Revolution


Dear Diary 2020 Edition:
In January, Australia caught on fire. I don’t even know if that fire was put out, because we straight up almost went to war with Iran. We might actually still be almost at war with them. I really don’t know, because Jen Aniston and Brad Pitt spoke to one another at an awards show and everyone flipped the fuck out, but then Netflix released Cheer and everyone fell in love with Jerry, but then there was this thing happening in China, then Prince Harry and Megan peaced out of the Royal family, and there was the whole impeachment trial, and then corona virus showed up in the US “officially,” but then Kobe died and UK peaced out of the European Union.
In February, Iowa crapped itself with the caucus results and the president was acquitted and the Speaker of the House took ten years to rip up a speech, but then WHO decided to give this virus a name COVID-19, which confused some really important people in charge of, like, our lives, into thinking there were 18 other versions before it, but then Harvey Weinstein was found guilty, and Americans started asking if Corona beer was safe to drink, and everyone on Facebook became a doctor, who just knew the flu, like, killed way more people than COVID 1 through 18.
In March, shit hit the fan. Warren dropped out of the presidential race and Sanders was like Bernie or bust bitches, but then Italy shut its whole ass down, and then COVID, not 1 through 18, officially become what everyone already realized, a pandemic, and then a nationwide state of emergency was declared in the US, but it didn’t really change anything, so everyone was confused, or thought it was still just a flu, but then COVID not 18 was like ya’ll not taking me seriously? I’m gonna infect the one celebrity everyone loves and totally infected Tom Hanks, but then the DOW took a shit on itself, and most of us still don’t understand why the stock market is so important or even a thing, but then we were all introduced to Tiger King. (Carol totally killed her husband), and Netflix was like you’re welcome, and we all realized there was no way we were washing our hands enough in the first place because now our hands are dry and gross.
In April, Bernie finally busted himself out of the presidential race, but then NYC became the set of The Walking Dead and we learned that no one has face masks, ventilators, or toilet paper, or THE GOD DAMN SWIFTER WET JET LIQUID, but then Kim Jong-Un died, but then he came back to life… or did he? Who knows, because then the Pentagon released videos of UFOs, and we were like man, it’s only April….
In May, the biblical end times kicked off historical locust swarms and then we learned of murder hornets and realized that 2020 was the start of the Hunger Games, but people forgot to let us know, but then people legit protested lockdown measures with AR-15s, and then sporting events were cancelled everywhere, but then people all over America finally reached a breaking point with race issues and violence. There were protests in every city, but then people totes forgot about the pandemic called COVID not 1 through 18. Media struggled with how to focus on two important things at once, but then people in general struggle to focus on more than one important thing, and a dead whale was found in the middle of the Amazon rain forest after monkeys stole COVID 1 Through 19 from a lab and ran off with them, and either in May or April (no one is keeping track of time now) a giant asteroid narrowly missed earth.
In June, science and common sense just got thrown straight out the damn window and somehow wearing masks became a political thing, but then a whole lot of people realized the south was actually the most unpatriotic place ever and actually lost the civil war, and there is a large amount of people who feel that statues, that they don’t even know the name of, are needed for…history reasons, but then everyone sort of remembered there was a pandemic, but then decided that not wearing a mask was somehow a god given right (still haven't found that part in the bible or even in the constitution), but then scientists announced they found a mysterious undiscovered mass at the center of the earth, and everyone was like DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH IT, but then everyone took a pause to realize that people actually believed Gone With The Wind was like non-fiction, but then it was also announced that there is a strange radio single coming from somewhere in the universe that repeats itself every so many days, and everyone was like DON’T YOU DARE ATTEMPT TO COMMUNICATE WITH IT, but then America reopened from the shut down that actually wasn’t even a shut down, and so far, things have gone spectacularly not that great, but everyone is on Facebook arguing that masks kill because no one knows how breathing works,
—but then Florida was like hold my beer and let me show you how we’re number one in all things, including new Not Corona Beer Corona Virus, Trump decides now is a good time to ask the Supreme Court to shut down Obama Care because what better time to do so than in the middle of a pandemic, but then we learned there was a massive dust cloud coming straight at us from the Sahara Desert, which is totally normal, but this is 2020, so the ghost mummy thing is most likely in that dust cloud, but then I learned of meth-gators, and I'm like that is so not on my fucking 2020 Bingo card, but then we learned that the Congo's worse ever Ebola outbreak is over, and we were all like, there was an Ebola outbreak that was the worst ever?
In July…. Aliens? Zeus? Asteroids? Artificial Intelligence becomes self aware?
And there's still an election that will determine the future of democracy coming....


It is becoming harder and harder to exist in a country where cruelty has become so normalized that people justify it because of one man in power. Every day, thousands of people on my page tell me they’re skipping meals, struggling to survive, watching their families fall apart, losing lifelong friendships, and wondering how they’re going to make it through another month. At the same time, strangers tear each other apart in the comments as though human suffering is entertainment.
That is not leadership. That is division by design.
A good president does not convince neighbors to hate one another. A good person does not make millions of Americans feel like they no longer belong in their own country. Leadership should unite people through difficult times, not reward cruelty and encourage people to see anyone who disagrees with them as an enemy.
So let me ask a question.
If you knew that the babies you are fighting so hard to “save” would one day grow up to be Democrats, criticize Donald Trump, or refuse to worship your politics, would you still want them to be born?
Because the way many of you speak to those exact people in my comment section tells a very different story. You mock the poor. You belittle disabled people. You shame the hungry. You ridicule anyone who needs help. You treat people who disagree with you as though they deserve to suffer.
If your “pro-life” ends the moment that life disagrees with you, needs assistance, or votes differently than you do, then you are not pro-life. You are pro-control.
All of this is happening while that same "man" has been found liable for sexual abuse in civil court, convicted on multiple felony counts, and continues to face questions surrounding unreleased Epstein-related records and a justice system that still has not held every responsible person accountable. Meanwhile, he continues to label political opponents as “enemies,” invent new insults, and fuel a culture where cruelty is celebrated and empathy is treated as weakness.
There is no version of good leadership that depends on convincing half the country that the other half is evil.
What makes it even harder to understand is that many of the people defending all of this wrap themselves in Christianity and claim it is justified because they oppose abortion. They proudly call themselves “pro-life,” but they don’t want to feed the child once that child is born. They don’t want that child to have a birthday cake. They don’t want struggling families to receive food assistance. They accuse disabled people of not working hard enough. They accuse elderly people of not working long enough. They call poor families lazy instead of acknowledging that millions of Americans are trapped in a system that often makes it nearly impossible to get ahead.
If you truly value life, how can you ignore the lives already here?
So I’ll ask the question one more time.
If you knew those children would grow up poor, need government assistance, become disabled, or vote against Donald Trump, would you still fight just as hard for them to be born?
Because judging by what I see every day in my comment section, it doesn’t seem like you would.
You say you want more life, but you don’t want to support that life, feed that life, protect that life, respect that life, or even listen to that life once it grows up and starts thinking for itself.
Make it make sense.


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