Observations under the radar

I don’t know how this will pan out.  At this point, writing is not a priority, but, it appears school may be.  Not creating in this Word Press world of mine, I sometimes imagine myself invisible again.  Instead of the writer wanting to break out though, the eye does. 

I am through the online class and that has left a void. I find myself anxious about getting to the next class at the end of each week.  After all the down time I’ve had since the injury, then getting crazy busy for a while; it seems like any down time I experience now is amplified. 

Wouldn’t it seem logical to fill the void with writing?  I thought so, but the fingers don’t. What I want to do is compose, expose, develop and print.   but, I can’t find enough new places to go take pics, lab time isn’t unlimited, nor is the supply of film. 

So, I founder some.  What’s different from other times when I couldn’t write?  This time I don’t much care.  Only enough to wonder, “WTF”.  I  know I will eventually get back into the lab, find out if the latest roll is any good and know if I need to take more pics…printing my thoughts in images, creating words differently. 

I am starting a creative writing class in fall. This may turn stressful then…ho hum.

It begins

I’ve been threatening this for almost a year now.  I think the time has come.  This is the perfect place and time to kick start the “Engage Me” project.  I have access to all kinds of artistic talent and facilities here at Las Positas College and I intend to take advantage.

Since starting this Mass Communications class, I’ve seen some of the more extreme examples of social media’s effect on lives, companies, regimes et al.  It is both frightening and inviting at the same time.  My little world of beating up liberals on Facebook isn’t even a zit on the butt end of worldwide interconnectivity via this new media.

In class, we are learning to use some of the tools associated with the new media phenomenon.  The following is a presentation I created using  Prezi.com, a simple but truly amazing tool.  I’ve only incorporated the very basic components available in the interest of getting all my assignments done on time.  Still, this is a great starting point for my project and I can certainly build on this as I go.  It’s important to note that had I tried doing this several years ago, I’d have taken days to do so.  I finished this admittedly simple presentation in two hours.

Engage Me

God save me, but I can’t do this fast enough…

OUCH!

Elderly Vets under fire?

Nearly nothing had been nudging my nebulous noodle for nigh on a never-ending story.  Then this popped up.

Christ, please give me a break.  Believe it or not, this is the very benefit I was just awarded.  We are just now getting all our “new” benefits sorted out.  Health care for spouse, dental and vision for me, commissary cards, tax benefits for home, etc., let alone an income we can afford to live here on…and now it’s maybe all going away.  OOF!

I have no words.  Thanks God I’m busy doing homework…FRACK! (Yes, I had to edit that last word five or so many times).  I’m trying.  Actual students may read this stuff now.  YIKES!

I still have no inspiration…none…hoping school reopens the channels.  Not writing sucks and now I’m afraid it will all be black, black, black anyway.

Twitter is fun actually, but micro-blogging just doesn’t suffice.  I can’t properly fricassee a politician in 140 characters.

Damn!  You pissed me off, Donald Trump! #sayitaintso

ENGAGE ME. I AM ONE OF YOU.

I’d meant to publish this in it’s musical format in memory of my Brothers, but I’m just not there yet.  My voice is still shot, my guitar work is shaky, so, I decided to let it go as is for today and I’ll get back to the musical version as I can.  They wont mind as long as I didn’t forget.

RIP Santi.  I know you’re watching.  I miss you Brother.  Hi to Prince and Rex.

Engage Me

What was the price I was supposed to pay?

What quest did I fail, to whom should I pray?

Did I come back too whole to warrant your greetings?

Was my soul not enough, or were your graces too fleeting?

Best friends dying, some gone in the head

Others are drowning in poisons instead

No one back home cares a damn for this mess

They wish it was over they do confess

 

Engage me

I’m not a name on a wall

Engage me

Just one little call

Engage me

Why do you stall

Engage me

This will end in a fall

 

If you live through the chaos and make it back home

They’ll think you’ve been brainwashed, a killer drone

If you don’t conform and act just like them

You’ll be banished for life, scorned and condemned

People will leave you without recourse

No one will show one bit of remorse

They’re done with you now, you’ve outlived your need

Move along soldier, we’ve got a new breed

 

Engage me

There’s a price on my head

Engage me

I’ve made mistakes that I dread

Engage me

I’ve been so scared that I fled

Engage me

Give me some purpose instead

 

Once you were golden, the cream of the crop

The best of the best that no one could stop

Your buds had your six, they kept you alive

Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five

Now you’re a nothing, you’re on your own

Left for dead in the VA zone.

Nothing can be done, there’s nothing we can do

Just roll over there, boy, join the twenty-two.

 

Engage me

I cannot live in this place

Engage me

So, I don’t fall on my face

Engage me

My choices end in disgrace

Engage me

Give me a chance in this race

 

Nobody warned us how you would turn

That in a moment you could burn

All that we gave, and all that we saved

You’d be happy to lend us an early grave.

What if we didn’t answer the call

What if we turned away from the brawl

How would your towers still stand tall

What good would be done if we all fall

 

Engage me

I don’t want to be through

Engage me

I am one of you

Engage me

Can’t you see that it’s true

Engage me

I bleed red, white, and blue

 

I am just like you

end

UC-Napolitano-style

Napolitano Rips off Californians and smiles about it.

I just listened to the UC Chancellor reanimate the lying, two faced, cretin she was in DC.  What a load of CRAP!  $175million in a slush fund is just business as usual, don’t you know?  But hey, they are looking into why it costs $60k a year to go to her shit school.  Nice of them, eh? Meanwhile, even Californians need to own half of Apple to be able to afford to attend the UC system, or be indebted for life.

Do you want to know what really sucks about all this?  Not one damn thing will be done about it.  Dumb ass, idiot, liberal, Calistupid voters will roll over and say, “give it to me again”.  I offer Eric-Fucking-Holder as evidence of same!!!!!!!

Back to our STUPID education system; we here in Cali-STUPID pay the most for education, and yet based on how we vote, we are still the STUPIDEST SOBS IN THE USA.  The ones who aren’t stupid and can afford to, are leaving this state by the thousands.  I have no idea who Moonbeam plans to screw into paying for his boondoggles or who Napolitano thinks will attend her shit schools when the solvent ones are all gone and the only ones left are the “entitled”, the illegals and those few unfortunate of us who couldn’t afford to get out

The one thing I look forward to, being one of those unfortunate few, is watching these idiot libtards choke on their own nothingness once other people’s money dries up.

Fuck, I hate these assholes.

Baseball and fairy dust

Machado

Just watched Baltimore Oriole 3rd baseman, Machado’s 5 minute, foul mouthed, diatribe over getting thrown at by Red Sox pitchers.  The fairy hasn’t been hit yet.  But he can score a 7.5 on the Richter Scale for bleeping the mics at an interview.

Hey there, fairy dust boy, keep your bleeping spikes on the bleeping ground where they bleeping belong, or be bleeping ready for bleeping retaliation, you bleeping bleep.  This is BASEBALL, not badminton, you bleeping cupcake.

These bleeping twits are ruining my bleeping game.  Piss off you bleeping South American sissies.  Stay the bleep home and earn 20 bleeping pesos a game instead. Bleeping cry-baby millionaire bleepholes!

STBU!

BLEEP!

Can Cali ever go RED again?

Ronald

There is a fairly new FB group called, “Make California Red Again”.  I am of course, a member in good standing.  I always hitch my ride to flaming stars that have about as much chance at being causal as Trump does wining over the ANTIFA clowns.

I mean no disrespect to the MCRA group if any fellow members read this.  So far, I’ve seen no evidence of STUPID in this group, anywhere.  So, I assume you have to see, as well as I do, that Cali is a ship well lost and foundering amidst the flotsam and jetsam of progressive idiocy.  As much as you and I hope and pray for a conservative savior to step up and reverse this malaise we are in; what are the chances?  Right!  So, moving on…

The issue of the day is, Why are Cali’s schools not following their own codes about funding illegal students.  It’s been reported that up to thirteen percent of all California students are illegals themselves, not born here.  Perhaps forty three percent of California’s students have at least one illegal parent.  I think I’m more surprised that we are still surprised at what’s happening here in Cali.

We are witnessing the loss of a sovereign state to socialist progressives, anarchists, antipathy, the political apoplexy of the Republican Party in California, the complacency of conservative voters until it was too late to stop the gerrymandering, and the re-Hispanicization of the southern Pacific Coast.

Ask yourself these questions:

  • How many Californian Politicians are either liberal or Hispanic?
  • How many of those last ones came from illegal immigrant families?
  • In order to maintain power, are they not ALL in cahoots with each other?

So, they support each other’s causes, absolutely.  The tide has turned.  We conservatives are already outnumbered or they wouldn’t be kicking our asses at the polls every year.  They own the schools, the news, the hospitals, most of the money and 80% of the political field or more.  They have effectively beheaded us at every turn.

No, the best possible solution left is a sad one, I fear.  We should cede the coastline from San Francisco south to the Mexican border, and all the way east to but not including the central valley.  In that way, we can allow CALEXIT to happen…PLEASE, let it happen!  We then surround Sacramento and keep it under siege until they surrender.  We arrest Newsome and Moonbeam and keep them in chains, better still, in stocks, on the commons out in front of the State Building, until they return what they wasted on water tunnels, hi-speed railroads to nowhere, fake infrastructure funding and illegals.  We then foist the two morons back on the newly formed Calexico, and watch it fold in on itself since there won’t be any producers left in their insolated society and we’ll have all the food and water, anyway…the dumb fucks.

Only by taking these drastic steps will we ever save California, and we have to do it while there’s still enough old school Californians left.  They’re leaving by the droves, driven out by the foreign nature of what has become the Golden State.

BTW, we keep Silicon Valley.  We invented it.  It’s ours.  Piss off!  You can have Berzerkeley instead. We’ll mail it to in pieces.

Have a nice day, Moonbeam!