“To the sea,

To the sea,”

She cried out to me,

“To the sea!”


And with the brisk summer air

Riffling through her frizzled hair

We shuffled our way through the sand.

“To the sea!”


We had smuggled in red wine,

And were feeling mighty fine

As the children tottered by.

“To the sea!”


In her tie-dyed summer dress

Standing ‘fore the water’s crest

She looked like Venus born again.

“To the sea!”


And I took her hand in mine

Wishing I had a bit more time

Before it all came to an end.

“To the sea!”


But to savor what time I had,

I held myself to feeling glad,

And, for the last time, swam with her.

“To the sea!”



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Strawberry Fields

Strawberry fields

Hold the fruits of nostalgia

In the summer sun.


Blood Spilled

In the red sun rise

Nobody is left unscathed.

Even the clouds bleed.



Take a moment and

Let your imagination

Make an end to the



Scale the wall and

Win the war. Build a door and

Never fight again.



The thin, aging lines

In my heavy, swollen hands

Torment youthful thoughts.



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Once in a blue moon, the skyfish appears,

But only to those who go to wander—

And even the wanderers do not see

The glory that is in His great visage.


He first caught my eye after the Spring rain,

When the sweet showers of April sunk in

To combat the drought March brought to the roots.

He was hiding at the edge of my sight

Behind blinding rays of the newborn sun,

But because I chose to shield my gaze

He granted me the knowledge known only

To those who see both the Heavens and Earth.


It was knowledge that no words could describe,

For in all the words that fill my journals

I have chipped away but a small pebble

From a mountain that dwarfs King Everest.

And yet I have been given this sentence,

Which knows no beginning and has no end:

To make His word—that is, the word of God—

Into a word that humans understand.


But with the volumes of books I have writ

More and more people have turned to my cause.

They have found His glory; His clouded scales,

And for the first time, Man has found its peace.

No children cry for their long dead fathers;

No wives waiting for their husband’s return.

There’s no violence against those who are queer—

For to the skyfish we are all mere kelp.

We all live, and breath, and bleed the same way,

Even if not all of us appear green.


But the quiet that fell over the Earth

Is a silence that I have found eerie.



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I implore you to ask yourself, Uncle,

What it means to be an American.

Is it to stand in the face of trouble,

And tell the rest of the world “I can.”

Is it to protect the poor and helpless

Against the blades of all the enemies?

Or is it to protect corporate interests,

And sell the rich their path to amnesty?

If we are to be one voice, united,

Why do you exile those you oppose?

Isn’t that making us more divided?

Why is it good people that you depose?

If we are free, Sam, why is it that you

Hide behind that suit of red, white, and blue?


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So I am a pretty far left-wing person, and I’m here to digress about my perspective of this election. It’s currently 10:56 PM in California on Tuesday of the election, and I’ve seen a lot of things happen today. I got a text of disbelief from my family when Trump was leading early on in the election process today. Then I saw all my friend and family joking about how he could never win. I, myself, could hardly believe it, but in the pit of my stomach I could feel that something was wrong. Then the day went on, and I, along with many others, turned in my ballot to vote. Now, I’m in California, so it really doesn’t matter that I voted, mathematically, because California is a strong blue state. Yet I voted none-the-less, because it it my belief that all people should take advantage of the choices they are given. As the night wore on, it became clearer and clearer that Trump was winning this election.

The first major tip off for me was that he was ahead in all the swing states. He won Ohio, which is a corner stone state for elections. And things were still not really setting in for people on my Facebook feed. Then Florida came down to the wire and Trump won. Everyone of my generation has feelings about votes in Florida that come down to the wire, because when Bush won Florida by a supreme court ruling, it was talked about by everyone’s mom and dad pretty much until Obama was elected. This seemed to be when everyone woke up to reality. And suddenly all my friends, all these well intentioned Democrats, started to panic. How could Trump be winning? How? He called Mexican immigrants rapists! He was backed by the KKK! He bragged about sexually assaulting women! He said we should persecute Muslims!

So then how did he win? It seems so obvious to me that he is not an acceptable candidate for our country, but 49+ million people voted for him. That’s a literal fuck ton of people. It’s not just racism. It’s not just anti-Hilary. People believe this guy will actually change the way America works. At its core, they believe what he has said to be true. In at least some of their eyes, all these things he said is true. Now, I dislike Trump, but he is a powerful speaker. He uses concise, simple language that is direct and to the point. You know that idea that some guy is a ladies man because he is self-confident? That’s what Trump expresses to people. He also uses my favorite rhetorical device, hyperbole. “Make America Great Again,” is a slogan that feels hyperbolic. But hyperbole incites people. It hits people in their emotional areas. It’s an appeal to pathos, but it appears as a logos argument, which makes it really hard to argue with.

Which is what the election became about. It became about who had the more important issue. And the reality is that Trump crafted more important issues. They might not be really important in the scope of the world, but he made them seem more important—and at what point does “seems” and “reality” not simply become the same thing? I’ve talked about this before. If you say something is true for long enough, it becomes true, because truth is relative to what humans perceive. Hillary became the enemy to Red America. Less people trusted her than Trump, despite numerous studies showing that he lied on a more consistent basis than any other candidate in the entire election cycle. And the problem is that the DNC let it happen. They did not handle Bernie Sanders well, which divided the party and made “party unification” something that felt begrudging. “Fine, I’m with her, I guess” was a real bumper sticker, to further illustrate my point.

Trump thrives on hyperbole. He made a TV show emphasizing the phrase “You’re Fired.” If you have ever played a game competitively, you know that once you begin playing your opponents game, you have already lost. If you are an aggressive team, you have to stay aggressive, or you will lose because you are in an uncharted territory. You may think Trump is an idiot, but he’s clearly grabbed American democracy by the…throat. Now, I’m all for country unity, but country unity requires the unity of all people. Which I’m not sure a Trump candidacy can ever do.

Some of my close friends are terrified. The LGBTQA friends I know are horrified by Mike Pence, and rightfully so. The guy OK’d electroshock therapy to “cure gays.” My immigrant friends are afraid—even the ones that are here legally, because they know that a mob mentality can sweep away people who have done nothing wrong. It only takes a spark to catch fire, but that spark can burn for hours on end. Don’t believe me? Move to California for a summer and see how fires start. Or look at how some people are speaking to and about minorities now, and see that in many peoples eyes, People of Color are still lesser beings.

“Who could have seen this coming?” Well, I did. It was pretty clear from the primaries that he was going to win. He knocked his opponent’s off balance. He sowed the seeds in rural voters minds that politics were failing and that they had been rigged, then used his ethos as a “successful” businessman to get them fired up enough to come out and vote. Rural voters were up from 19% in 2012 to 26(ish)% this election. This is something that the Hilary campaign did not do. I’m not saying Hilary didn’t run a good campaign—by normal standards, she ran a very good campaign. She was composed, she was rhetorical, she was educated, she was far more prepared than any candidate we’ve seen in recent debates aside from perhaps her primary opponent, and she was extremely experienced. The problem was, that wasn’t what this campaign was about.

I brought up hyperbole, and negativity was another key aspect of this campaign. This should have been obvious, given how vile the 2012 campaign got due to Citizens United. What, did we think things were suddenly going to be nice? No. Trump is a direct result of Citizens United. He embodies negativity, and even embraces it. He took a video tape of him bragging about sexually assaulting a woman, embraced that he did it, and moved passed it. WE ARE STILL TALKING ABOUT HILARY’S DAMN EMAILS. Trump didn’t let something phase him, or act as a thorn in his side—even if it meant saying something more obscene the next week to get away from it. Hilary…kinda did. And maybe it was out of her control. People kept bringing it up, and maybe this wouldn’t have happened to a man and our country is still sexist. Excuses. True maybe. But they are excuses.

The fact of the matter is that those issues needed to be put to rest. Instead of “I accept responsibility for X and in the future” it should have been “Yeah, I made a mistake, but you know what? Everyone makes this mistake. It’s so common.” And then listed all the other embassy attacks that were mishandled and private email servers that had been used. Maybe even, I don’t know, bring up her opponents use of hidden information? If the election is about hyperbole, negativity, and strength, then don’t let it be Trump’s court. Make it your court.

I digress. I am worried for my friends. Tensions are high. That happens when things are taken out of proportion, which happens a lot around election year. The stock market was up earlier today, and now it is falling. Women feel threatened. Non-white Americans feel threatened. Non-Christians feel threatened. Democrats feel threatened. Journalists feel threatened. Our allies feel threatened. Countries that are not are allies feel happy because America is in turmoil, but they know they are threatened in the back of their heads too.

Now, I’m sure I could be called a “Libitard,” for buying into the facts that have been presented to me, but I don’t think that’s true. I’ve long come to terms with “Liberal Hypocrisy” as a mainstay of thought. The idea that a liberal has all answers to problems so that they can get a long. A so-called “higher path” to the bigoted, narrow minded Republicans. But, in the words of Lewis Black, “if liberals are so good at winning, why do they lose?” I’ll tell you why. Because from up on that seat, that high horse, it becomes harder to get down and vote. “We’ve got this in the bag.” “There’s no way we can lose.” “They’re handing us this election by putting Trump against Clinton.” Really? 2/3rds of America doesn’t vote. What if half of one of that third comes out and votes? That’s what happened for Republicans. But it’s more than that. It’s taking our politics seriously. It’s standing up and saying “I’m going to watch the news even though I hate the news because my life will be changed by this election.” And change it shall. Many people are talking about moving out of the country. Canada’s citizenship website crashed. Maybe the reality is that we’ve been spread too thin. There’s no way the needs of Iowa match the needs of California, Texas, New York, and Utah.

And I get it, State’s have rights to. I live in California. I know that my life is probably going to be the least impacted out of the whole country by this election—save nuclear war. But as a citizen of this country I am distraught. Because Donald Trump has been divisive in his rhetoric. Sure, he united a party that was on the verge of falling apart, but uniting half the country and alienating the other half is worse than alienating a quarter of the country. Think about how much you hate your opposing party’s candidate. Think how much you hate that one aunt that is voting in opposition with you. Think about how much you were surprised your friend was voting for the enemy team, and how much you loathe them now. It’s almost brother versus brother. It makes my stomach hurt because all these things we stand for—and I don’t even know which “we” I am referring to—but the things that we stand for have been compromised. I was taught that bullying was a weak man’s trade. I was taught that being braggadocios is proof of an excess of pride. I am not Christian, but I was taught that humility should supersede the rest of life. I was taught that all men are created equal. I was taught that if you worked hard, things would get better. Tonight, I have been taught that you can short cut your way to success by taking advantage of people. And I’m not sure what that means for the rest of the world. But it’s 12:08 AM now, and here we are.

I wish I could end on a positive note. That the sun will rise in the morning. But if the sun rises red with anger, and hate, is that really a sun we can all live happily under?



Here’s a post-post election thought that I figured I should add in. I sat down to add this at 12:03 PM on the day after the election. Ironically, “Good Morning” by Kanye West was the first song on by Pandora. As shaken as I still am by the decision America made last night, life does go on. Hate will get us one of two places. One, further divided. Riots are starting, which I am not surprised about. I am worried they will escalate to Civil War. We haven’t experienced a Civil War with nuclear weapons, and I doubt we want to. The other option I see hate bringing us is the same cyclical nonsense that occurred when Obama was first put in office. Remember that? Remember the Tea Party people? And while the phrase “not my president” has continued to this day, I would hope that we could be the better people, and put that aside. There is only so much space in prisons. Do not sit down if hatred sets in, but do no be the person to insight violence. Protect each other. Do not let this so-called “white lash” become the split in our country that causes us to sink under.


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So as I was listening to George Carlin last night, I was thinking about the world and some other aspects of life. And I was specifically listening to him talk about entropy. Which is such an interesting concept. Entropy is basically the idea that things tend toward the chaotic in nature. For example, a built house will eventually break down if it is not kept up.

Which means that it is natural for things to break down over time—something we are made aware of in death. Since entropy is an aspect of nature, it therefore means that it is an aspect of life as well. Which means that aspects of human kind will break down over time if we don’t take measures to keep them up. For example, look at the Trump campaign. A vast number of people call him the second coming of Hitler, or the end of the United States. Which are both hard points to prove, though there certainly are indicators that either of these statements could be true. My point by bringing his campaign into this is to see how chaotic a bit of destabilization can cause the norms of the world.

As you’ve no doubt heard, a massive portion of his rhetoric is hateful against anyone but the white male. It’s divisive, but it’s more than that, it’s chaotic. Look at all the Southerners who have been allowed to run rampant through the media with comments like “Kill Clinton.” It’s a breakdown from society into anarchy. Now while this is natural, I want to reassert order because, in all reality, humanity is anything but natural. I mean, sure, in the literal sense we are just another creature, but people talk about the divide between natural and unnatural at the border of humanity. So let’s also point out that it is the job of humanity to escape the natural in order to achieve a higher society. I’ve mentioned this in economic aspects, moral victories, and so on. It’s our job to make the world a safer place. Chaos is inherently not safe.

Of course, it’s tempting to fall into chaotic tendencies. Typically, chaos has a hot, burning association with it—which may have developed out of Christian “fire and brimstone” rhetoric. Either way, it’s something that can be associated with various aspects of passion. Which is why chaos can be so grabbing to people, even without them realizing it.

I’m often reminded of the Joker from The Dark Knight when I think about these kinds of things. As an agent of chaos, he was something dangerous, because he caused things to break down. And while the reality was that he was a man with a plan, unlike what the movie made him out to be, it’s true that an upset to the established order can cause everything to break down. It’s like getting out of a rhythm. Think of order as a musical group. It’s really easy to play a song or two after some practice, but if you play for hours and hours on end, more and more mistakes with emerge, until eventually things are no longer harmonious. What do you think? Are we on a collision course with chaos? Let me know!


A dozen happy feet scurry

Like a pack of dogs out to play.

The sunset marks the end of day;

The dark makes their mothers worry.

Each calls their children too their nest,

And each prepares themselves for bed.

Under starlight they lay their head,

Before sleep puts their mind at rest.

For a moment all is silent,

Save for the leaves in the night’s breeze.

Then by a dream young Mu was seized

And his calm mind was turned violent.

The red engulfed his cool sky blue,

His new found rage consuming him.

The sight to his friends was poison,

Yet young Mu felt himself anew.

He conquered like wildfire

And in his wake was only death

Until he found nothing was left

But corpses to fill the pyre.

And then, for the first time in years

Mu felt the fires of his rage

Snuff out from under his rampage,

And his once red eyes filled with tears.

Mu’s eyes opened and he looked ’round

He could here the laugher of friends.

His nightmare had come to an end,

Though he did not feel quite sound.

Could he really be so evil?

He splashed cool water on his face,

Then grabbed a towel out from the vase.

He had always been so peaceful.

His eyes flickered and he smiled

No, he thought as he laced his shoes.

His destiny was his to choose.

And once again Mu was made mild.

A dozen happy feet scurry

Like a pack of dogs out to play.

The sunrise marks the start of day;

The light makes their mothers carefree.


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Hello everyone,


I hope you all liked my piece yesterday (if you didn’t read it, just keep scrolling down). Talking about war is something that’s hard for me to do because I am pretty anti-violence. I call myself a pacifist but I am uncertain the extent of the reality of that. I know there are situations in which fighting is the only safe way out. I also know that sometimes refusal to battle is seen as weakness. Which can cause more people to attack. That being said, I do have great respect for our armed forces (though I disagree strongly with many of the people eager to send them out to war). It takes a lot of guts to go to war.

That being said, we live in a weird time. A time where being a warrior doesn’t mean you are honorable. Or that you are honored. Take our Vietnam veterans as a prime example of this. They put their lives on the line while countless officials and high-level administrative decisions caused one of the most laughable errors in American history. And how did we reward these brave men? Well, if you hear accounts, many were literally spit on as they stepped off the planes. Most Vietnam veterans are too ashamed to take pride in their positions, because of the treatment they received when they got home. Thousands of veterans sleep out in the cold at night because we have horrible veteran’s benefits programs.

We also live in a world where letting strangers into your house can be dangerous. One of the advantages of living in an honor based society, or even a society that focused more heavily on personal interaction is that we could trust people more easily. And people were less likely to betray our trust. We could open our doors to travellers; give them a warm meal, and a place to sleep. Now people are lucky to ring a doorbell and receive a polite hello.

With this being the case, it’s no wonder so many people are against their children going to war. Seriously. I can’t imagine crippling my child’s opportunities simply to potentially stop a threat. It’s all rhetoric by the people in power to keep the common person sacrificing their lives for “the greater good.” Of course, I’m not saying that there is no need for sacrifice. But we no longer reward those who sacrifice so much. Money is the basic reward, but who can put a price on the lives of a warrior? Can we really just put it on the government to pay their bills? Shouldn’t we be putting it on everyone who is protected? And I don’t just mean filling in more taxes for people—but that certainly is a fair price for security. I think that the businesses should be more open to supporting veterans. Have classes or sessions at local doctors offices to help veterans through physical and mental trauma. It’s time to start looking out for each other more, and stop looking out just for ourselves.


The smoke rose over the skyline, giving the sunset a tainted hue. The ground was littered with bodies save for one staggering soldier. She limped across the battlefield, as if searching for something. Blood stained the ground, giving the dirt a deep red color, like the purple of a plum. The rainfall from the last night hadn’t helped the situation at all. The occasional puddles of water were outnumbered by the countless puddles of blood.

She tripped over a drifting leg, her own body feeling weak. There was a bullet hole where a stray gunshot had gone clean through her right knee. The irony was that it was her own team’s bullets. A soldier she did not know well had gone down, and when he was hit, his arms flailed wildly, like he had been possessed. She had torn a cloth off her suit, and managed to slow the bleeding, but as she traversed the warzone it was reopening. If she didn’t leave soon she would be unable to walk. And by that time it would be too late.

She splashed through another pool of blood. It had been so quiet, then so loud. Like the quiet moment just before the roar of thunder. So many bullets traded so quickly. Then, as quickly as the firing had filled the air, it had suddenly grown quiet again. So many precision soldiers in such an open field with no cover. Bullets had torn down both armies in minutes. If she hadn’t been hit and forced to go to ground, she would have certainly been taken down like the rest of them. She took the last shot, on the last standing enemy soldier, who had thought himself the sole survivor.

But now, everything was over. All her soldiers. Her friends. Were another splatter on the side of the Earth. She was alone. They would be forgotten. She looked up to the sky, a grey-pink that looked almost beautiful. And terrible. Was this what their forefathers had wanted? She lost her footing, and felt her hands wheel around to catch her before she fell face first into the ground. Or rather, another puddle. The mix of blood and dirt and water splashed into her face, causing her to taste the mixture. She started coughing. Then, she started crying. She couldn’t get up. She could feel her strength fleeing her. Her hands began to shake and her vision grew blurry. She crawled forward, out of the puddle. Then felt her arms give way, and gravity take hold. Her face hit the ground, and she bounced a bit before settling there. She turned her head, her vision now too clouded to make out distinct shapes. The last thing she saw was the sunset. It turned the grey-pink into a radiant blackened violet. Then everything went dark.