Dear John Lennon. That’s the title of a non-fiction book I want to write. I want to take each verse of his silly sentimental crap-song “IMAGINE” and make them into chapters where I systematically dismantle this liberal anthem and expose it for the absolute stupidity on a stick that it is. The meat of sacred cows is the tastiest. I think it would sell a few copies.

As a writer/storyteller, I laugh at the song’s childish, Marxist sentiments, but for a while in my life, as you perhaps did or do, I loved that song.… Read more

I mean seriously. Look at this thing. I don’t like Picasso’s art work for the most part. When I see a work of art I look for beauty. Something that makes me go “Ah yes …very nice”. Perhaps Picasso is accurate about aspects of life and reflects those well but he’s not cheerful. In this world full of cruel irony and lost sentimentalism, I frown when I look at this thing.

I wouldn’t have one of his paintings in my house.… Read more

What the post-constitutional America is teaching us via its institutions and entertainment outlets, is that one ought to be envious, rather than ambitious. Ambition has became a dirty word, along with profit. Thus, we have these Occupy Wall Street people covered in the fungus of envy, wanting take and destroy the fruits of ambition and profit because they’ve been brainwashed to assume ambition is ALWAYS misused just because there are poor people in the world, a marxist motivation 101, but we don’t know, because we are politically stupid and ignorant people, pass the popcorn.… Read more

Getting older… Getting over …vanity of youth …insanity of fad …from the blind side of sought and the wrong side of ought. Journey out of the naiveté, but ache and wonder resides and spills from the cloven seasons of my heart, even as I laugh, life moves in for the kill.

What was the future is beyond my furrowed brow, but somehow, brightness shines in the valleys between far away thrills, bridging the distance of that old resistance in an instance, to other hidden fields.… Read more