Embrace the President...

Many people have been up in arms about the job performance of current President Barack Obama.

As it stands with the election coming soon, I have been receiving countless attacks on my opinions in support of Barack Obama.

Certainly, many of Obama's promises were not kept, or were impossible to achieve in a mere 2 years, or even 4 years. When the Republican "Tea Party" took control of Congress in the election of 2010, nearly every action and goal of Barack Obama was smacked down by the radical corporatist right-wing religious, military, pro-life fanatics.

Willard Romney (Mitt) is a fundamentalist Corporatist Mormon. He owes his allegiance to only two things: his billions of dollars kept in tax haven bank accounts overseas and the growth of said monies, and the Mormon Church.

The Prophecy:

The Mormon Church has a prophecy of a High Priest of the Mormon Church coming to power in the United States and bringing all citizens to the Mormon religion, then bringing about the actions written in the book of Revelation. Willard "Mitt" Romney is a High Priest of the Mormon Church. He has an opportunity to bring to fruition all that this prophecy foretells and, with his countless dollars and billionaire backers, he would do everything in his power if elected president to do just that.in that case, here is my prophecy for all who are considering giving their vote either FOR Mitt Romney or Against Barack Obama:

If Romney is elected, we will be NUKED by Iran.

He has insulted every country in the world whenever he has discussed their societies. He is a Corporatist Mormon fanatic posing as a Republican Conservative. Even though Republicans are so far extremist right-leaning that they are no longer conservative, but more theocratic corporatist themselves. 

FOX:

I have paid attention to what is happening in the world and our country. Most people who are Conservative seem to watch Fox. They seem to not notice that nearly every "personality" on the channel mumbles under their breath the words "IN MY OPINION" or "I FEEL" before they spout straight out lies and extremist radical bullshit. Fox has very little in the way of facts and what facts they do have they distort for the betterment of their own coffers. Not one person who is given more than 5 minutes of screen time on Fox is paid less than 5 million dollars a year. They want to protect their ability to NOT pay taxes, to keep their own money, which they have duly earned, but to force people who are struggling to make a pittance of $20,000 a year or less to pay more in taxes than these talking Fox heads with their lies and opinions based on distorted concepts of reality would ever think of paying.

The "Job Creators"

In our country, we have people who are struggling to live life free of oppression, and yet they are brought down by the elites who think that the "Job Creators" might create a single job here in the United States. The so-called "Job Creators" have created millions of jobs. Yes, they have, I agree that they have created jobs. But those jobs are in Indonesia, China, Yemen, and dozens of other foreign lands where there is no such thing as Environmental Protection or Occupational Safety or a Living Wage. The jobs created in these countries deprive every willing American of an opportunity to make money and spend money and get our economy growing again from the BOTTOM UP. 

If a single person who is unemployed is hired in the United States, he or she will end up spending 90% or more of his or her paycheck to purchase things, to pay bills, and to contribute to the economic growth and well being of the United States. If that job is given to a person overseas, certainly the corporation will pay them a mere tenth of the income an American would be legally required to earn, but not a single dime would benefit the unemployed who are out on the street, as required by law to receive unemployment checks, trying day in and day out to find a job.

How do I know this?

I know all this from PERSONAL EXPERIENCE. I was HOMELESS for a year, was given an opportunity to escape the city where not a single company or business was hiring - they literally had NOT HIRING signs in their windows. I took that opportunity to leave everything I ever knew behind and work my ass off to become a better citizen and contribute to the economy. I watched countless people around me get fired or become unemployed and we all did what we could to survive on the $12 in Food Stamps we were provided per MONTH. You try living on $12 worth of food per month and tell me those on Food Stamps are cheating the government.

Continuing... I spent 14 years working menial, minimum wage jobs and built my reputation as a hard worker who used his brain to make sure that whatever task I was assigned got done right, quickly, and would never need to be redone by someone else. After 3 weeks of training 2 new employees at Office Max, I discovered those 2 people were to be my replacement. I was fired cold turkey, no reason given except that my menial $11 an hour (for which I had worked 5 years to achieve) was too much for them to pay me. I was a key-holder, assistant manager, hiring manager, trainer, and cash manager and they did not want to pay me $11 an hour.

I went on unemployment and spent more than 6 months seeking a job. I walked and drove everywhere I could think of, filled out so many applications my fingertips were dry and cracking. That is what is required of people on unemployment - we must submit 10 applications per week to the Unemployment office in order to receive the $122 bi-weekly from them to live on. 

Again, try living on $61 a week. Pay your bills, pay your rent, and see if you can afford to buy a single meal or groceries. THAT IS UNEMPLOYMENT!

I finally convinced someone to hire me and became a Manager at Halloween USA (now Halloween City) for 3 months (the length of their season). At the end of that, I got the job I work now. I also got a second job and even a third job, so I could finally catch up on my bills and hope to start refilling the empty savings account I had before Unemployment. My savings have only just now (after 3 years) begun to grow. I am working 50-60 hours a week and barely scraping by on paying my Student Loans which are at a 13.8% interest because I have deferred half of them.

The 47%:

I am one of those 47% voting for the man who should be President, the man who IS President, and the man who has made those who lost all of their retirement monies under BUSH become better off under his own Presidency. Obama has brought our country back from the brink at which GW Bush and his cronies pushed us. The debt everyone is talking about is the money it cost Bush to go to war with the Middle East. This money it cost us to go to war that Bush keep OFF THE BOOKS and Obama said, "Ya know what? We need to pay our bills, so let's put the BUSH wars on the books now." and so he did and our deficit and debt went through the roof. 

Seek Truth:

Turn off your Fox. Turn off your TV. Go to the library or research here online and find out what the facts are before you spout talking points created by corporatist lobbyists and fed into the mouths of biased fools who are overpaid puppets of those who seek to destroy every achievement of the past 60 years! 

What has President Barack Obama Accomplished?

• Barack Obama has passed a health care law that keeps the insurance companies from telling people they will have to pay for every medical treatment because they had a pre-existing condition.
• Barack Obama has passed a health care law that allows college students to have health care while they attend college, up until age 26, as long as their parents have health insurance.
• Barack Obama has proposed countless bills to the House of Representatives, only to be slapped down every time they get ahold of that bill, even if it is a bill that those who are doing the slapping proposed themselves before Obama grabbed it and said OK.
• Barack Obama turned the military focus away from oil-mongrels and toward Osama Bin Laden. Barack Obama ordered the death of Osama Bin Laden, as he promised in his original campaign in 2008.
• Barack Obama gave a LOAN to General Motors to keep them alive. General Motors has REPAID that loan back to the government WITH INTEREST! GM is ALIVE and successful!
• Barack Obama passed a law which provides equal pay for both men and women in the workplace, when doing the same exact job.
• Barack Obama passed the repeal of Don't Ask, Don't Tell, for which he was given support by 90% of the US Armed Forces, Generals and Commanders.
• Barack Obama drastically expanded Small Business Loan approval regulations.
• Barack Obama increased funding for all National Parks, providing more than 100 more jobs per park and better conservation methods.
• Barack Obama provided over 26 million dollars in aid to States , of which every Republican Governor said they would refuse, while quietly pocketing and disbursing the funds to their state anyway. More than 100,000 teachers are still employed because of these funds.
• Barack Obama expanded the Pell Grant system for all low-income students seeking higher education.
• Barack Obama has funded and continues to fund the rebuilding of New Orleans. Not reported in the news much, but about half of the funds needed to reconstruct and clean up the disaster Bush let happen has been provided by Obama through presidential order.
• Barack Obama created the GREEN VET program, which provides training free of charge to any and all Veterans in the fields of Renewable Energy Technologies.
• Barack Obama funded the manufacture and construction of over 5 million charging stations for ELECTRIC VEHICLES.
• Barack Obama invested more than $8 billion toward the refurbishment, construction, and safety inspections of Nuclear Power Plants.
• Barack Obama established a tax incentive to any and all cities and states that promote and expand public transportation.
• He redirected military funding to train troops in foreign languages prior to their deployment. Funds used were being wasted or pocketed by private security firms.
• Barack Obama cut salaries in the White House, streamlined Government to reduce waste, saving tax payers more than $20 million a year.
• Barack Obama cut prescription costs for Medicare recipients by 50%.
• Barack Obama established a Housing law that prevented home owners from being evicted for being late on mortgage payments.
• Barack Obama funded the rehabilitation of Native American housing.
• Barack Obama deported Mexican illegals in higher numbers than ANY president in the history of the United States. Also, he funded increased DRONE surveillance of the border.
• Barack Obama ended Stop/Loss which forced troops to remain deployed for double or triple deployments.
• Barack Obama increased pay and benefits for Veterans and Military families, despite the Republican stance of eliminating the Veterans Affairs departments altogether. Military spouses now receive nearly double the benefits they had received under either Bush or Clinton.
• Barack Obama ordered the Pentagon to redirect wasted funds toward armor and proper protective clothing and vehicles for troops in high-risk conflict environments.
• Barack Obama ended Bush and Cheney's illegal torture methods, which yielded NO results of any value in any instance and nearly caused the United States to be held accountable for WAR CRIMES. All interrogations are now filmed without exception.
• Barack Obama Provided small business tax credits to companies with fewer than 20 employees to cover 100% of the cost of the small business providing insurance to said employees.
• Barack Obama shifted taxation so that current taxes paid to the government are the lowest they have been since 1950.
• Up until the 2010 Republican take-over of Congress, Barack Obama helped reduce jobless claims and unemployment by 25%. After the Republican takeover, no laws or bills passed to improve that or reinvest in the Economy, so jobless claims grew again.

So.. yeah, I think President Obama has accomplished a tremendous amount of goals and great things in his mere 4 years after Bush decimated this country.

He has more that earned my vote. 

The Separation of Church & Straight (and other perceptions, or lacks thereof)

What is the Separation of Church and Straight?


No, that is not a typo.


The Separation of Church and Straight is an idea I had today when listening to some random talk radio personality on whose show a caller had a slip of the tongue and said "Separation of Church and Straight... I mean State." 


My point here is that there should be a divide between Church and all things dealing with sexuality and choice and freedom of pursuing personal happiness. Thus, a Separation of Church and Straight, or Gay or Bi or any personal lifestyle preference is essential for progress and movement to be made for equality in this country. 


For far too long, the religious extremists have taken the political stage and pushed their fanatical agenda to prohibit and eliminate any form of pleasure or happiness for Americans who choose to live a life with different rules than those they personally espouse. 


Since my freshman year at Knox College, I have done everything in my personal life to open my mind to acceptance (having spent many years being oppressed by a religious fanatical Southern Baptist church).

When I first became aware of alternate lifestyle choices, I was afraid and ignorant, but have discovered that many friends enjoy their personal lives in their own way which differs from what I was brainwashed as acceptable. 

Having overcome that brainwashing, I hold no animosity for anyone except the fools who fear what they refuse to accept or understand. 


My philosophy is as follows: 

What two people in love do in the privacy of their own relationship is no business of anyone outside of that relationship. leave it alone and we can all have Life, Liberty, and Pursue our own happiness in whatever way we see fit. Hey... where have I heard those words before...??? 

Brainwashing is what has happened throughout history, as the religions and the "Church" have used every form of manipulation, war, abuse, and torture to instill into the general populace the soap suds of religious dogma. What needs to occur to these bubbly fanatics is a rinse cycle to wash away the soapy tendrils of ignorance and fear, the better to allow them to think clearly about the facts of life and see what the suds have hidden from them for countless generations: the truth which they refuse to acknowledge could possibly hold any basis in fact. 




Now let me flip the world around: Separation of Church and Straight...


Imagine a world where being Straight was considered a moral obscenity by the religious majority. Certainly, procreation must occur to maintain the existence of the species, but besides that, just humor me a moment...  


To the point:


Would "man and woman" lovers want the intimate details of their love life plastered all over the news and discussed with distaste in Congress or by Political or Religious leaders? 


Husbands and Wives certainly do not talk their intimate activities. Neither do people of different lifestyles. 

When two people wish to make each other happy, the only thing that should be of concern is safety and privacy. How is it anyone's business besides the two (or perhaps more?) people who are enjoying one another's company? 

For those offended by my words or my open blatant discussion of these topics, I am not sorry. 


I understand you may not think it is right to share my thoughts or opinions. 


I grew up in an abusive home with fear and terror every. single. day. I was exposed at a very young age to the horrific nature of the universe and the darkest parts of human nature. Due to that, I sometimes have difficulty keeping my mouth shut and sometimes may shock or astound my family members or peers. 


I am a truthful, open, honest man. I do not apologize for my blunt nature. 


I was not raised in an environment in which polite conversation took place. I was not taught proper etiquette for conversation or meals or ... whatever it is that I do not even know to mention here because I have no knowledge of it... 


So for those who insist I should not state my opinions or support causes which may offend one or multiple persons, for those who find me crude, uncouth, and undisciplined, please know that what I have in my perception of the world is tarnished, tainted, and blistering with welts from decades of beatings from my father - and I know no better. 




The above being analyzed and placed upon the ether like a wind broken upon a breeze... 


I try. 


I do try to comply with morality and what I happen to skim off the surface of perception when I am in a situation where others expect more of me... Yet, my ignorance and lack of exposure to some things in the common culture of American Life and World Society leaves me lacking in the eyes of others.


I honestly know nothing of classical music, do not comprehend the point of sporting events, have no idea why people may drink the foul fermentation of century-old grapes and call it pleasurable..?

My musical, artistic, and cultural tastes were limited and confined to a few of the favorite things which my mother and grandparents happened to enjoy. I never knew who The Beatles were until I was 16 and in High School. I do not understand the music of The Who or The Rolling Stones or ... well, I have no knowledge of names of similar bands because I have never been exposed to them, or perhaps dislike them to the point I have never held their existence in my mind long enough to recall them in order to describe them in this disclosure of cultural deprivation... 

And thus many of you who have so far chosen to take the time to take in all that I have given out here in these paragraphs... Now you may better understand why I have these odd looks or unusual reactions or lack of comprehension when you may mention something like "The White Album" or "Symphony No. 7" or "Monet-esque"... To me that is all gibberish (and I even had to Google it to find out the proper spelling and names of these things) which my faint recollection of astonished lack of understanding can barely manage to bring forth. 


I am at a loss for now and shall thus take my leave of typing furthermore this evening. Until some time later then...

Tranquility Fate (prose)

The tranquility of peaceful sensation: confidence overwhelms my moment of now as I philosophize apathy and consider all aspects of relaxation of mind and body within my warm place of being.

The loveliness of calmness is an artifice brought upon my current like a still water that can never last as the wind always blows away the glassy surface of smoothness with ripples of emotional distress.

Yet I suppress these anxieties and frustrations, caring only for the freedom of enjoyment as I envision the endless distance of imaginated fugue state: I am comforted by the peaceful outlook I have taken upon myself, having replaced the constant dilapidated state of distress which has been my life and past pains.

And yet in my calm state of mind, I find myself reminiscing over what is yet to be or soon to come while a whisper of regret lingers about my mind like a cloud of smoke, cloying and swirling with the slightest breeze or exhalation of breath.

What I need and what I want have come into alignment and the fruition of those desires will be forthcoming upon their own arrival time, hopefully sooner than later.

For my words may shock those who think that they know me, but the horrific nightmares I experienced as a youth have become ingrained into my life and persona, fortifying and encapsulating me.

Such topics which I speak aloud in casual conversation with matter-of-factness are taboo: they utterly astound and shatter the perception of those around me who stand with shocked expression and whisper that my words were too much for their fragile realities to conceive of as normality...




And yet these things are nothing shocking to my own mind and lifestyle as I have accepted them as part of my being and incorporated them into my heart and mind.




However I find that I must censor my own words and edit my mad thoughts before they leap from my tongue into the over-sensitive atmosphere of over-confidence which surrounds those who grew up within an environment which nurtured, protected, and cushioned them from the dramas and horrors of what I find to be part of my childhood.

My American dreams are the nightmares of politicians who prefer to slice their own roads with the cash provided by their special interests, which have nothing to do with the interests of those who are truly special and in dire need of guidance and protection from such greed and carelessness - as that which purports to be for the good of all benefits a mere few.

These dreams of a world in which society as a whole is protected from those who would do any portion of that society harm: protected by a governing body of people who truly listen to the individuals who live in the worst possible conditions; protected by people of influence who will work to their maximum potential to make the least man's life better.




These are the nightmares of the warring factions of oil-mongrels who insist that they receive their own share before anyone else can even see how much is there in the first place.




Ah, but these pipe dreams can bring about the downfall of so many who see themselves as essential and integral to the working functions of this society of American greed. Due to this essential inevitability, little chance exists for the society to become a great covenant of self-sufficiency in a world that sees only the bottom line of profitability; damn the need for stability within our own country!

And even still I find myself calmed and soothed by the fact that there is still a chance for true change in this world, if only those who live in fear would wake up from the nightmare of a greedy corporatocracy and seize back the reins of power, to lash the workhorses and work houses back to full tilt and bring America out of the ditch.

The solutions of tomorrow must be found in the shadows of our yesterdays and utilized to renovate this shabby home: fumigate the evils of society and scrub away the muck from our dilapidated factories; find a way to bring us back from this brink at which we are poised to be punched in the face and plummet to our doom.

All the while we continue to buy foreign-made goods and stare in shock at the cost of buying something made by people within our own borders; thus the cycle of inevitable atrophy continues to eat away at our souls.

Memoirs of a Hunter's Son... Part 1

This blog post, and the series of postings to come, will be a tale of anguish, terror, occasional joy, and yet be completely true to the best of my recollection. This is an autobiographical set of writings which detail my life from 1975 to today. On occasion, some of the details captured in these postings may contain topics and instances of violence, abuse, and sexual references. For the most part, I will strive to keep everything as PG Rated as I can, but I am not making any promises.





Memoirs of a Hunter's Son... Part 1:


One of my earliest memories is waking up to the noise of people talking in the next room. The light came on and my brother called my name to wake me up. Mom leaned down to me on the bottom bunk of the bunk-bed my brother and I shared while we were living in my grandmother's basement. She gently shook me awake and told me she had a surprise for me. The next thing I recall is suddenly seeing my daddy for the first time in a long time.

The context in which the previous memory resides must be filled in for you to comprehend what emotional impact and resounding fear brought to and followed this moment captured in my memory. My father was a man who indulged in every substance he could find which allowed him to escape the pressures, pain, memories, and fears of living in a world where he had always been told he would never be good enough.

Dad was the oldest son in his family, and received an indecipherable amount of abuse, neglect, and accusations throughout his childhood. Other than that, I know very little. Rumor has it that - when his parents would go out to the movies or to parties or shopping, my father - as a child of 10 years - would be locked inside the cabinet in the kitchen of the farmhouse he lived on. Upon his father's return home, he would be beaten if a single tear or flicker of resentment was seen in his eyes or on his face.

The damage to a child's mental state makes the man he will become a bitter, isolated, terrified soul. My father escaped from his memories of anguish and pain by drinking, smoking, snorting, and injecting anything that would numb the pain. As a child myself, I had little awareness of the snorting or injecting, but full knowledge of the drinking and smoking.

The chain of physical, psychological, and even sexual abuse continued with my father upon my siblings, myself, my mother, and anyone who was in my dad's way when he was upset. The scars in my mind are more ingrained within my being than the markings left to this day on my flesh from my father's abuse. The majority of my memories from childhood are so filled with agony and terror that my subconscious has hidden them away behind a wall of depression and fury. 

So, upon reflection of what my father was, what he did to my family and myself, I shall return to the tale of memory with which I began this posting.

I awoke to my mother's face, so loved and beautiful back then, before father had his way with her, by battering and bashing and breaking her jaw... Mom picked me up and carried me into her bedroom and - to my sand-man dreary, sleep-filled eyes and groggy mind, I saw my father. The joy in my brother's eyes and the smile on his face was something I remember with bitter sibling jealousy - an emotion I had no name for at the tender age of 8 years.


Mom set me down and I ran to Dad and let him scoop me up as I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him my best and longest bear hug ever. 

My father was always doing things which would end with him behind bars. Every time he would do something he knew was illegal, he would always assume he could never get caught. For several years he had been in jail. I had known his presence and his face and his voice and his smell from my infancy, and would remember it all my life, whether I thought I could or even wanted to, but for much of my life, Dad had spent a lot of time in prison or being his party animal self with an unknown quantity of women at every party he went to...

After the bear hug, I recall little of detail. Occasionally, these images repeat their presence in my mind at odd moments.  The years following this moment of happiness in my youth would be terrifying and filled with bruising, bleeding, broken bones, silent tears while hiding in the closet, endless screams of pain as my father's leather belt would lash its way across our backsides until we bled out and could hardly walk, much less sit down, and rare, but precious moments my father would take us for a wild ride in the van and get us some ice cream...


These memories are cruel, but I must open the gates and let the compressed oceans of darkness find the light.

Assumptions about me: Sports...

Being a 6'3" tall man with big hands, large shoes, and an attitude that just seems to confuse people I meet, I have had to deal with so many stereotypical assumptions throughout my life.


At family reunions (on my mom's side) I have been and will always be "the short one," as most of the men in my family exceed 6'4" and a few even stand taller than 7 feet. You can very likely guess where I am headed with this height thing, can't you?


SPORTS (And why I hate them):

• When I was a child, I would wake up every morning before school early enough to wolf down over-sugared cereal and watch my favorite cartoons: Scooby Doo, The Flip Side, Dungeon Master, He-Man, and of course Transformers.
• My mom, brother, and sister and I lived in my grandmother's basement at the time and shared the house with our grandparents and mom's older brother, my Uncle Bob.
• Uncle Bob, being the first male born to my grandparents, was thus the inheritor of everything in the house, including all of the televisions he personally bought for the household.
• Having never had a true father figure in my life, I had no one with whom I would ever learn to enjoy, take part in, or even watch sports of any kind.
• Every morning, during Scooby Doo, Uncle Bob would come out from his room and do stretches, exercizes, and the like - right in the center of the living room.
• This forced me and my siblings to sit directly in front of the television, a mere 12 inches or so away from the screen.
• This eventually lead to my need for corrective lenses, as I had ruined my vision by constantly sitting too close to the television.
• While on most occasions, Uncle Bob would simply wait until after his exercizes to take over the almighty television and change the channels, there were countless other instances when he immediately changed the channel right in the middle of our cartoons.
• So, there's the setup... Now here's the clincher:
• Since the television was bought and paid for by Uncle Bob, he was the "god" of the TV.
• Every time he changed the channel - right in the middle of Scooby Doo, he would turn on sports...
• Tennis
• Golf
• Bowling
• Football
• Can you imagine the sheer rage and tantrums I went into when - right as Fred was about to pull the mask off the monster - Uncle Bob suddenly switched to some guy whispering into a microphone as some other guy held a long stick with which he tried to slap a 2-inch ball across half a mile in order to land in a 4-inch hole?
• Thus, we arrive at the core of all hatred I have toward sporting events, sports broadcasting, and people who quote statistics like they were presenting information more valuable than gold...
• I grew to hate golf, bowling, tennis, and especially football (which seemed to be on all the time when I got home from school).
• Uncle Bob seemed to take no interest in teaching me or my siblings the rules of the game or how it could entertain.
• The Physical Education teachers at school all assumed that every student had complete knowledge of how to play every type of sport, so they did not bother explaining anything to anyone.
• Despite having grown, matured, and educated myself, I still find the fascination with sports an enigma.
• I can tolerate and ignore sports games when they are shown on television in someone else's home.
• I have blocked and locked all of the sports stations on my Dish Network DVR at home - you'll never guess the password!
• And yet, due to my height and build, people assume I play (or have played) basketball or football.
• When I deliver food on major football or basketball days to homes where men gather to watch their big-screens, I have to fend off their questions of who I am rooting for, or the declaration of the current score.
• Short people always ask me if I played basketball in school.
• I did not.
• I once had a PE class where they had us playing football and baseball alternately, and I had to ask everyone how to play or what the rules were.
• Everyone gave me weird looks, as their own fathers had raised them from birth to know every in and out of every sport imaginable.
• People would laugh at my ignorance and inability to know the difference between a home run and a touchdown.
• So --- why do I hate sports?
• I just do.
• I do not comprehend the fascination of watching other people run after/run away from/swing sticks at balls.
• To me, sports are for the jocks of the world who have nothing better to do with their time or their life.
• To me, Sports is a complete waste of time.

Embrace ... What?

Random Quote of the day:

" Everybody's a mad scientist, and life is their lab. We're all trying to experiment to find a way to live, to solve problems, to fend off madness and chaos. "
 -- David Cronenberg --

The name's Xoandre.* I'm a dreamer.

By embracing the silence I find in the little moments of a busy life, I have discovered a way in which I may become calm from the storm of insanity within and without my self.

I write fluidly, grammatically correct, and with attitude and passion. Sometimes I will write whole paragraphs that are legitimate and procedural sentences which extend to as many as 200 words or more.

In a life filled with tragedy, romance, passion, pain, (pathological lies,) desire, terror, and a dash of absolute schizophrenic hysteria, I have found that I must take a moment every now and then to cool my soul, soothe my rolling boil of a mind, temper the tantrums that are ready to leap from my calloused, perfunctory exterior of apathy and indifference... in order to retain what shreds of opportunity and personality I keep holding on to (with bleeding palms).

I consider myself a wordsmith, having educated myself in the United States Public School System which has been embalmed and is about to be thrown in the blazing furnace of cremation by the radicals who wish only to make a quick buck off whatever they can cut from their disappointing and malnourished budgets.

Politics, hope, hate, passions, and even Presidential ambitions will be posted on this blog. Yes, I said it: I would love to try my hand at running this country. However, I have come to realize that the act of residing in the White House may not mean that I can make, propose, or enact the sweeping changes I have envisioned for the USA or the world at large.

Aww, shucks, another fella who wants to rule the world. What else could I be?

I am apathetic to the causes which drive so many wild. I find myself enraged and confused at the acts I see and hear other people embracing as if everyone does and feels the same as they do: habits such as smoking; worshiping invisible people; consuming large quantities of alcohol; spending real, hard-earned money on fake, non-existent online gaming and worthless trinkets; and wasting their time in bars, watching sporting events, or even accelerating while approaching a red light or stop sign. GAH!

Yes, I am random, and I am madly going to call out the way people do things, why they do them, and why they should not even consider continuing to do them. 

I have lived a sheltered, unpretentious, difficult life filled with anger, fury, pain, and occasional peace or even joy. What I say here may put some of you off, enrage you, confound you as to my lack of knowledge on certain things, and - in general - make you re-think some of the ways you act or think in your lives.

What does it truly mean to "Embrace the silence?"
Embracing the silence is akin to "Stop and smell the roses" but has more meaning when you extrapolate what "the silence" could actually represent, and how you might choose to embrace it.

So, let me end this first posting on my new blog by saying the following:

To solve the problem of seat up, seat down, or seat wet all over, both men and women alike should simply close the toilet lid before they flush. Then, when the next person arrives to use it, they have to lift the lid regardless. This works in more ways than you may think: by closing the lid BEFORE you flush, you reduce the spray of micro-particles of urine and fecal matter into the air around the toilet (on to - say - your toothbrush)...

* Xoandre is pronounced (zoh -- and -- err)  Like Xander but with an "o"...