A Third Party Presidency Can Happen!

If you’re like me and most of Americans I talk to, you’re disgusted by the candidates for this upcoming election. Clowns. Losers. A pathetic and embarrassing waste. And that’s putting it nicely.

Capitol Hill has almost always been more concerned about their little squabbles and rivalries than about the interests of the American people.

Hillary supports organizations I’m disgusted by, she will disarm our military, and reduce our police force to hall monitors. And also, by a rule of thumb, any vote for a democratic party is a vote in favor of bigger government and higher taxes, both of which I am stoutly and adamantly against.

On the other hand, we have Donald. He represents the party that I’m registered with. And he’s an absolute disgrace. But for a while I was going to vote for him because he wants to rebuild our military, and it’s only likely that he’ll raise our taxes (not guaranteed like it is with Hillary), and he wants to do away with Obamacare, because we lost our freedom with that. He’s a “lesser evil,” in my opinion.

But a vote for Trump almost guarantees four years of scandal and finger-pointing and more turbulence with racial issues (which infuriates me because those issues should be nonexistent by this point. I mean, seriously, what the hell is wrong with us? Are we all still in grade school and we can’t get over our differences?).

But voting for Trump (or against Hillary) means voting for a racist, sexist pig, who might take the defense of our country so far as to annihilate any possible threat even before it becomes a threat, which I’m not okay with (but I’m more in favor of that than laying down our arms, as Hillary would propose). Basically this is what I call a grey election. There are black and whites between the candidates, but our convictions as a country are still grey. These candidates are asking us to vote for all or nothing on every issue.

My wife convinced me that a vote against a candidate is a waste, because it’s still a vote in favor of an evil. I think we can all agree that both are an evil in some ways or others.

You’re either voting for a racist, sexist fear monger whose primary interest has always been increasing his own bottom line…

Or you’re voting for a pathological liar, whose primary interest is control and power at every cost, no matter who gets hurt. She said it herself that she believes in systems and rules over the power of changed person. People in favor of more systems, rules, and regulations are defeatists.

BUT, like the brilliant film Finding Dory reminds us, there’s always a way out. DON’T VOTE FOR THE LESSER OF EVILS like I came close to doing. If you’re honest to goodness choice is either of the primary candidates, then by all means, go for it. But if you’re like me, and neither is acceptable for you, then send the government a message and demand a third party, another option.

I always fall into the mindset that my vote doesn’t matter. Trust me. I get that. I’m a total victim to that ideology. But if I truly believe in and hope for a changed government, then I must act on that with my vote. Because maybe there are millions of others just like me. And what if none of us go out and vote for a third party?

Abraham Lincoln was a third party.

If you’re undecided, seriously watch this 90-second video below. It makes perfect sense that a third party is possible.

We Are Not As Free a Country As You Think

Premature Baby

Premature Baby

Two of our kids came to us through the state’s foster system. Despite all the horror stories, we were fortunate enough to not have any drama with them from their biological families. Just the standard and infuriating sluggish court system.

Our newest one, seven weeks old, is a different story. His mom wants him back, and if she can’t get him then her mom wants him. We wouldn’t have much of a problem with this except that his mom did heroine when she was pregnant with him.

All the way up until five hours before she delivered him.

And the state wants to reunite mother and son.

That is all I will say for privacy’s sake. Except that, through rather explosive circumstance that unfolded recently, it is exceptionally clear that had the baby been in his biological mom’s care, he would not have been brought to the ER last week and would have most assuredly died at home. His mom’s expert opinion is that he doesn’t need to be in the hospital. She said this while as a machine was pumping air into his half-dead lungs.

My wife and I were up late last night talking about everything.

We’re engulfed in a nightmare of epic proportions, and we had a decision to make. Do we throw our hands up and say the baby’s going to be given back to his mom anyway? Or do we stay in the ring and fight?

We have every reason to give up. And deep down, we want to.

But we are choosing to stay and fight. My wife wants to protect the baby for as long as she can. I’m choosing to fight because it’s one way I can stand up against injustice in this world.

Walter White once said, “I’m going to hell anyway. I’m not going there lying down.”

I question what freedom is. I question if we in America actually have real freedom, or is it masked? I know we’re not being dictated or shot in the streets, but we have to fight a stalwart and aggressive government to protect the most innocent of lives. Is that freedom?

Folks, we’ll all go to our pride rallies and pay our union dues, but our priorities are really messed up. When did marriage equality take precedence over the safety and care of helpless children? Babies are born addicted to drugs and we’re trying to make sure Steve and Jeeves can get a marriage certificate. Children are being neglected in the home because Mom took too many painkillers the night before, and we’re squabbling over he said/she said politics. Children are being beat because the state decided it was  good idea that they live with their “real” dad, and we’re busy Youtubing the latest panda bear video. What the fuck is wrong with all of us?

Where are the groups and crowds advocating that the foster system be torn down and changed from the ground up? Why aren’t the law-abiding citizens taking a final stand for a no-tolerance law? Meaning, once you have your kid taken away from you, that’s it, you’re done. No second chances. You want to have more kids? Fine. But stay clean this time.

You don’t tamper with young life. And all of us who survived childhood have no right to ignore those babies and children who are suffering in the blind hands of the state and the incapable hands of their parents/relatives.

Don’t you see? It’s a recycling system.Keep throwing the kids back to their lower-class surroundings, and they’ll grow up to be just like their parents living on welfare and food stamps, who in turn will likely give birth to children addicted to heroin and meth and cocain. It’s job security for the government.

I am not a racist or a bigot. I am 100% for anyone who wants to change their life. I feel bad for people who are living in desolation. And I understand it is a freaking hard world to live in and even harder not to fail. I get all that. And I also understand that there are people who can change their lives around for the sake of their kids. But today, I’m not talking about them. They are not a majority. They’re an extreme rarity.

So, my question to you is, what are we going to do to earn the right and the freedom to protect our children? Let me be uncomfortably clear: WE DO NOT HAVE THE FREEDOM TO SAVE CHILDREN. They are only saved if and when the state decides they’re ready to release them from bondage.

Who has the answer? Who has a plan? Who has the balls to stand up with me and, as Steve Jobs said, make a dent in the universe?


Remembering D-Day

d-day05During World War II, one of the innumerable government agencies, the Writer’s War Board, couldn’t come up with a working definition of the word democracy. Here’s what E.B. White wrote in the the New Yorker:

Surely the Board knows what democracy is. It is the line that forms on the right. It is the don’t in don’t shove. It is the hole in the stuffed shirt through which the sawdust slowly trickles; it is the dent in the high hat. Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half the people are right more than half of the time. It is the feeling of privacy in the voting booths, the feeling of communion in the libraries, the feeling of vitality everywhere. Democracy is a letter to the editor. Democracy is the score at the beginning of the ninth. It is an idea which hasn’t been disproved yet, a song the words of which have not gone bad. It’s the mustard on the hot dog and cream in the rationed coffee. 

Don’t forget today, those that died for our freedom and our right to democracy. Don’t forget, especially, those brave souls that braved the beaches of Normandy and turned the tide of the war, facing off with evil and defending what is good and right and true and honorable.

Debates and Racism Over Coca-Cola Super Bowl Ad

If you didn’t watch the Super Bowl last Sunday (or turned it off out of embarrassment), you missed an ad put out by Coca-Cola that has sparked much debate and criticism.

In my family, we prefer Coke over Pepsi, even though only one of us can taste the difference. A big reason is because of their ads. Commercials and expensive advertising must work; we drink Coke because of those cute polar bears and vintage Santa Clauses. Their ads are catchy and classy, as opposed to Pepsi whose ads tend to be trashy and inappropriate by comparison.


On Sunday, February 3, 2002, during the Super Bowl, Pepsi-Cola North America unveils a new Britney S..









And let’s face it: if I drank, I’d choose Budweiser for the same reason.

But Coke’s newest ad, which you can watch on the video above, was anything but classy, according to a lot of people.

For a whole minute, Americans from all nationalities and languages joined in in singing “America the Beautiful.”

My wife and I made no comment about it, that I recall. Except I might have mentioned how pretty it was.

It’s touching to see Americans of all races come together and be united as one, though we may differ on subjects of religion, politics, and attire.

And it’s heartbreaking to read comments online like:

Not a fan of the CocaCola commercial. America The Beautiful should not be sang in any other language other than English. Sorry not sorry. 🇺🇸 -BudLightBro (@BudLightBro)

I will be drinking Pepsi after your Super Bowl commercial. We welcome all people but being American should be an honor. @CocaCola #tcot -M Mahathy (@mmahathy)

I am truly disappointed in @Coca Cola for the offensive#SpeakAmerican commercial last night. Speak English!— Janice Rounsaville (@janicehr55)

Read article here.

Calvin, of Calvin and Hobbes once said “If you can’t speak English, then I say, shut up!”

He was six. I doubt he’d still say that today.

Some even went so far as to say that terrorists should not be singing our nation’s songs.

It’s too bad that we as a nation are weary to take up arms against our real enemies over seas, but will attack our own under the pretense of assumption and bigotry.

I don’t see people complaining about Disney’s “Let it Go” sung in 25 languages going ultra-viral. Why? Because it’s beautiful.

Like America.

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

What are your thoughts on the whole Coca-Cola ad debate? Share your thoughts.

Country Music Part I


I was a big fan of country music from my freshman year at high school up until about two years ago. After listening to so much of it, though, I came to the realization that they all sound pretty much the exact same. There’s just not much variety in that genre. But there are still a few country songs that I like to return to every once in a while and that actually stand out from the rest. Here are a few of my favorites:

Letter to Me by Brad Paisley – Did you know that Anne Banks from the movie Father of the Bride is married to Brad Paisley? Anyway, this song is fun and relatable for any guy who grew up as an all-American. Takes listeners through the ups and downs of adolescence as Paisley writes a letter to himself and sends it back it time to when he was seventeen. It’s also a reminder to us to appreciate what we have now, right before us.

Sweet Southern Comfort by Buddy Jewell – It’s a little more hokey than most people might care for, but the lyrics are majestic, and takes listeners back to the small town America that most of us missed. This song makes me cry over the kind of life I wish I’d lived, catching catfish on the river, playing in the mud, and sitting under weeping willows. Not that I’m not thankful for the life I did live, I guess the grass is just greener on the other side.

Have You Forgotten by Darryl Worley – Yeah, it’s’ a controversial song, and makes an unpopular political statement, but man, seriously! I think we have forgotten how it felt that day, “to see our homeland under fire and her people blown away.” Never forget. Thank you, Mr. Worley, for your courage in making this song.

My Front Porch Looking in by Lonestar – I’ve purposefully listened to this song no less than a hundred times. Another song that encourages its listeners to love and appreciate their blessings. Love, love, love this song, and always makes me thankful for my wife when I hear it.

Chicken Fried by Zac Brown Band – The only other country song I love more than “My Front Porch Looking In” is this song right here. I’m sure you’ve heard it on the radio a dozen or so times. But give it another glorious listen. Just do it. And see if you can’t sit outside in your jeans with a cold beer just once more before the winter hits. Or maybe we’re too late, but spring will be here soon. Also, I love the tribute they pay to our heroes on the front lines. After all, that’s what gets me coming back to country music every now and again.


Book Rec.: Rawhide Down


I love nonfiction books that point you to a specific point in time that may have lasted from several minutes to an entire day, and every facet of that event is digested and rolled over and over again, analyzing that particularly momentous moment in history. In the case of Rawhide Down, the event on display lasted merely 1.6 seconds.

Del Quentin Wilber captures the near-assassination of former President Ronald Reagan as though the book stood as a telling photograph of that entire day. Not a beat is missed as all hell breaks loose and the players on the stage of this dramatic occurrence freeze, Matrix-style, as the author walks his readers around the commotion, pointing out the structure of the armored limousine that would provide safety to the president and his body guard, Jerry Parr. The would-be assassin goes unnoticed hiding behind a noisy heckler as he steadily fingers his $45 RG 14 revolver, loaded with explosive bullets. Wilber goes into the history of the Secret Service agent Timothy McCarthy who was hoping to avoid duty that day so that he wouldn’t get his new suit wet in the rain, and that he never would have known he would become a human shield for the president, taking a bullet to the chest.

Acts of heroism from others such as officer Thomas Delahanty, press secretary James Brady, and Drs. Benjamin Aaron and Joseph Giordano are put on display for us to give our thanks to and honor, for saving the president’s life that day in March 1981.

Here is an excerpt from the book, which I highly recommend anyone to read.

President Reagan has just been informed that he will be undergoing surgery at the George Washington Memorial Hospital in D.C.:

Looking up from the gurney, Reagan spotted Jerry Parr, one of the few familiar faces within view. “I hope they are all Republicans,” he said through his mask. Parr smiled, but he was too anxious to laugh. Reagan would repeat the line later, to better effect.

One nurse monitoring the president’s vital signs was startled by his attempt at humor; given his condition, she didn’t think it was a good time to be joking around. Another nurse was amazed at how calm Reagan seemed. And everyone working around the gurney was impressed by his courtesy. 

“I don’t mean to trouble you,” the president said to one of his doctors, “but I am still having trouble breathing.”

Get it here on Amazon.

Let’s Talk About Obamacare


With just five days to go before the healthcare bill is put into effect, officials from both sides of the aisle are scrambling to get their affairs in order, make last-minute decisions, and rally supporters, either for or against the new law.

But no one has taken such a bold and decisive stand against Obamacare like Texas Senator Ted Cruz, who has been carrying on an old-fashioned filibuster since last night and continuing until noon today or until he is “no longer able to stand.” This filibuster included a couple of bedtime stories to his two daughters who were getting ready to go to bed. A couple of stories were from a children’s Bible.

Whether you watch CNN or Fox News, we seem to hear a lot about what the politicians think about Obamacare, with a few snippets from everyday American’s here and there. I’m not much interested in what politicians (or News commentators) think about President Obama’s new healthcare law. I am curious, though, what everyday people like you and me think about it, and how we perceive it’s going to affect us, be it for good or for bad.

I just love talking politics. I guess that’s the reason for this blog post. I really want to hear what you all think about Obamacare, your fears, your excitement, how it might help you, how it might hurt you.

I ask that when placing your comments below, you keep them brief. State your opinion on the new bill, and, if you’re comfortable, your party affiliation. And remember, no one’s going to change the law by posting a comment on this blog, so don’t try to do so. Also, please be courteous and respectful to fellow commenters and to our President, as he is in a place of authority over us, whether we agree with his ruling or not.