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Over the past decade, as I've mentioned before, and have written many words about, I have had several dreams about celebrities, and three different presidents.  I make the distinction because celebrities all have talents for the entertainment industry.  They are either singers, dancers, actors, or all three at once.  Our current president is not a celebrity because he doesn't possess any of these talents.  He may be famous, but he is not a celebrity.  He just wants to be one so bad, he refers to his constituents as "fans" as one photograph I saw yesterday indicated.  Fans may drool, but Trump people tend to foam at the mouth.  See the difference? Two presidents I have had dreams about are Jimmy Carter, I referred to as the Quintessential Georgian, and Barack Obama who I briefly met in the Rose Garden right after I had, in reality, landed on the streets.  I didn't even have a cell phone at the time, but in the dream, the newly elected President ...

One more reason you can add to this cartoon, of the reasons people are homeless, is under education.  This has largely developed with the advent of technology.  Sure, even homeless people have smart phones, but are the technologically astute?   Most under educated people were left behind with the advent of technology.  In fact, they have basically been left for dead.  The solution to end homelessness seems to be to let them die.  I am one of them and I don't have a smart phone.  I don't have a computer.  At this point, I don't even have a dumb phone as I woke up one morning about a month ago to a large spider on my sleeve.  Immediately, I got up, brushed the spider off and high tailed it outta there, only to realize later that my phone was no longer in my pocket.  When I returned to retrieve my phone, it was gone. Communication is one very important part of success.  Without a phone, people are at a disadvantage, but a phone ...

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! DISCOVER 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?

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. -Wikipedia

As usual, it was hot, but not all that bad under the tent.  I wasn't under the beer tent.  I volunteered this year, for the second time only this time I was sober.  I'm not really trying to make a big deal of the sobriety thing, but when I think back to the last time I volunteered I remember I was pretty messed up.  I made it through the entire weekend without walking off, or passing out.  I honored my commitment as has always been the case if I'm working and drinking.  I've never missed a day of work because of drinking.  I'm what some would call a functioning alcoholic.  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 al...

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. What happened after that was an astounding example of just how prejudice people can be.  Within a forty-eight hour period, three different gay men had approached me.  After all, I live in a...

As I made my way from the hotel room where I had just enjoyed ten hours of uninterrupted sleep, I was greeted by housekeeping, an older man and woman, Indian, as evidenced by the Bindi on her forehead.  They were so friendly, but did not speak much English.  The woman approached me requesting the key and that the door be left open.  At least, that's what her hand gestures seemed to indicate.  When I complied she put her hands together in front of her and bowed with thanks.  The man said, "You have good day!".  I returned the blessing and made my way downstairs. 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 fin...