liberty

A Well Regulated Militia

Let’s talk about the words “a well regulated militia.” Here’s the whole Second Amendment for absolute context: “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.” Our country up until and including now has followed this principle:...

Independence Day

What exactly does that mean in this year, 2017? We have spent 240 years, give or take, celebrating our freedoms and independence. We have praised the United States of America for bringing democracy and liberty to more than just our people but to the masses as well. We have sang the words of Francis Scott...

Taking Patriotism Back!

I am done with you whiny little bitches. I am done with the idea that conservatives or Republicans have a fucking monopoly on patriotism. I’m fucking taking patriotism back! You know who isn’t a US patriot? Someone who flies the Confederate flag. The Civil War was over 150 years ago and you lost. Let me...

Our New Normal

Everyday when we wake up in Trump’s America, there’s something new and horrifying to behold. It’s overwhelming. I’m sure it’s meant to be. Scientists are on lock-down. The EPA isn’t allowed to speak. The Wall is beginning. The Affordable Care Act is being repealed without an alternative. Medicare and Medicaid are under attack. A group...

My Apology

This blog is just for me. It’s not about anybody else. These are my feelings about myself and I need to own them. I need to apologize. I need to apologize to all my human brothers and sisters for letting you down. I just turned 41. I wasn’t blind. I wasn’t unaware. I didn’t think...

Eulogy

The United States of America is officially dying. As 2016 comes to a close, our country struggles to take its lasts breaths. We say goodbye to a beloved President and First Family, the first African-American First Family and are forced to shake hands with the person who questioned our leader’s birth certificate for 8 years....

Understanding

You keep telling me to understand. To be quiet. To let it go. You call me a crybaby, a whiner, a troublemaker, a child. You say I’m a hypocrite. You say I’m spewing the hate I rally against. You call my pain a temper tantrum. You tell me it’s my job to unite us as...