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It's Alright

She sings about anxiety,
But, it sounds like joy!
She was just explaining. 
She wasn't complaining.

It was just a JOY! 

Life is a TOY!


It can fall apart.

If you ain't got no money
You better listen to your heart
And, if you don't,
And, you're still alive...

That's the time to start!

Words do come, and words do go
But, do they ever arrive?

Positively, TRUE!

You Know Who?

Reckon So?

Yo, Yo, Yo

It's alright.

It's alright.
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Michael John Parenti is an American political scientist and cultural critic who writes on scholarly and popular subjects. He has taught at American and international universities and has been a guest lecturer before campus and community audiences.

AthFest 2019 On The Small Stage

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I prefer to think of myself as a functioning regular drinker, but we are in the midst of a cultural civil war, you know.  And, when Evangelicals elect a non-drinker in Jesus' name who sure seems like he's drunk, I feel I have the right to distinguish between behaviors that Southern abstainers won't.  After all, Christians who do not consume alcohol are superior to all other Christian…

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I walked out the door to find a pair of pink eyeglasses laying on the a brick planter on the sidewalk.  Someone must have been sitting there and left them behind.  So, I took them inside to put in the lost and found, but before I did I checked to see their strength.

I've been wearing readers for years now, but I need a prescription.  When I put them on I couldn't believe how well I could see.  You really don't realize just how blurry things are until you put on some specs that work, even if they're pink.  So, after a week and nobody claiming them I boldly claimed them myself.  I don't care what color they are except I did take a Sharpie and try to color them black which only lasted for another week before the ink had almost worn completely off.

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Frijoles Refritos Por Favor?

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On the previous night when walking to the hotel I noticed there was a new Mexican restaurant that had opened in an old spot that has been several things including a video rental shack, and a Bubble Tea House.  It was about quarter 'til eleven when I was passing by.  I noticed the door was open and people were inside.  As I came to the threshold of the doorway, I leaned in to find there were six or eight women…


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One thing for sure that never ages is Quality.  Somehow, it always remains.  Now, if you can remember before you were born, there aren't any memories, or consciousness, and that must be the greatest Quality; no feelings, emotions, nothing.  Yet, we are here, against all odds accordi…

I'm 39!

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I don't keep up with all the pop music there is.  As I've said before, the music I listen to is mostly passively, whatever is playing in the bar.  I don't have a portable playlist I listen to, and I don't have a device I could listen to that portable playlist on anyway.  Yet, there I was beginning my road to recovery from poverty to imprisonment...  Only this time it was more taxing having only been locked up for weeks, or days at a time before.  Physically, I was drained.  I had …