Boycott Time Magazine

In addition to RJR, Nabisco and Kraft (tobacco owned), my personal boycott of trash-mag/tabloid approaching Time Magazine and anything Trump has to do with will be happily added to the list.  How dare they capitalize on the minority vote recipient as “Man of the Year” for his bombast, racism, xenophobia, fascism, islamophobia, misogyny (all words that have been heavily searched for online this past year) as if he is an icon, as if he is not a gloating bigot and an admitted sexual assaulter, justifying it by his concocted “celebrity.”

How am I letting Time magazine know about my disdain?   I’m blogging about it, for starters.  We should all vote with our wallets. Regardless of the precedents of putting infamous people up on there to sell ads in desperation, extolling a man who is already gloating about this specific cover with no doubt the most flowery of articles, is how this demagogue got elected by a minority of voters by the pandering media (and yes, I’m talking about the LIBERAL media mostly).  Who voted for him?  Well demographically in particular the swing voting white people in the Midwest who are entitled to a vote and a half based on their geography and an antiquated undemocratic elitist-based system that the USA still has in place since the 18th century.

Post Election Depression

Mom dying this year was hard enough, but then the election and two friend committing suicide has made this a very bleak year indeed.

Sometimes music helps me cry, even if it’s hard to believe the lyrics of an amazing performance like Ledisi’s cover of What a Wonderful World, which takes my breath away.

 Likewise, the performance by Alex Newell with a trans choir makes me cry EVERY time, especially when you hear his unworldly last note.  This performance alone deserves an emmy!

I also burst out in tears listening to the lyrics of a song I’ve known for many years, My Grown Up Christmas List:

Do you remember me?  I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies
Well I’m all grown up now, And still need help somehow
I’m not a child but my heart still can dream
So here’s my lifelong wish, My grown up Christmas list
Not for myself but for a world in need
No more lives torn apart, That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts, And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win, And love would never end, no
This is my grown up Christmas list
As children we believe, The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely wrapped beneath the tree
But Heaven only knows, That packages and bows
Can never heal a heartached human soul
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth?

We Don’t Live in a Democracy

I’m seriously renewing my efforts to pursue the dual Italian citizenship I am entitled to after the nightmare of an election we had.  I have no choice but to give this pig-adent a chance, but the question of the harm he will do to this country (especially to those who voted for him) is only “how much?”  It is going to hurt our entire economy that had just started to be picked up by progressive policies.  Mark my words.

30 Year High School Reunion

Donita and I have been friends since at least 1984!

Shando didn’t get to his 25th year HS reunion in Bucyrus, Ohio, this year, but he did join me at my 30th Reunion in Fremont.  My high school was technically in Union City. It was a lot of fun and I got to reconnect with a lot of people I hadn’t really been in touch with for a long time.  I also got to show off Alex because she happened to stop by toward the end after she attended a conference nearby in Silicon Valley.

Orlando Shooter

No need spreading his name further, or allowing him to drag any religion or sect through the mud, but this closet freak was called out by me the moment I heard the news of his choice of venue. I do NOT accept the media’s interpretation of his going to Disney specifically during GAY days, and going to the club at least a dozen times before to be “surveillance” visits (emphasis mine).  He was looking for gay men to have sex with, to get drunk out of his mind against his father’s wishes because he didn’t have the social skills to find a boyfriend.  Just as he had been doing for YEARS (even before his first marriage to a woman) on those gay hookup sites/apps, he also was not doing “surveillance” or “investigation” for his suicide by cop.

Unfortunately his extreme familiarity with the club was probably why he was able to hold up in the bathroom with hostages and be so sadly efficient in killing more people than any other lone gunman in American history. What a legacy. What a way to prove to his homophobic, intolerant father what a gay-basher he was, instead of the deeply disturbed self-hating faggot he didn’t have the balls to be. His father is literally bragging about how his son couldn’t possibly have been gay because of where he chose to do this, so another loser drank the kool-aid.

Speaking of falling in line before thinking, these NRA cronies are still using their uneducated masses about the law and the 2nd Amendment without any interpretation by SCOTUS over centuries. Even the suggestion of controlling large magazine ammunition puts their panties in a twist.  Lying with statistics and worrying about their next armament purchase so they can fight against the US Military (the largest in the world, which no one can explain how these militias would have a chance against), just makes me laugh. Yet those born with the most privilege in the country (whites) are 100% of these die-hard self-deputized militias.  How’s that working out for them?

During his rampage he called 911.  He was so inarticulate about “them bombing his country,” he didn’t even know how to distinguish between the Sunni and Shiite extremist groups that he purportedly allied himself with. It still didn’t take last-gasp ISIL any time to take credit for his actions, even if it was embarrassing for them to have to admit that one of their so-called heroes lowered himself to going into a gay venue.  Lest we forget he was born in New York, lived in Florida, and probably never even went to Afghanistan, where his parents are from.

Never before was a ISIL attack so specific as to target a gay establishment. Why? Because gay sex is alive and well (and plentiful) in oppressive societies where women aren’t even allowed to walk down the streets by themselves. Remember Yassir Arafat and his beard of a wife in France who he never lived with and only married when he was near death to cover up the speculation about his sexuality and AIDS diagnosis? This is just one tiny example.  The muslim/arab world is not unique in its quashing of love between people of the same gender, but so help me if someone from ANY country contacts me without a face picture. I have been fighting for gay rights with pro bono work, including as a volunteer board member of an international gay parenting organization, for years.  That doesn’t make me a hero, but that should prove that I chose to take a different direction when I came to the realization as a man with a child and going through a divorce that I was going to have to grow up and deal with this.

We kiss in solidarity with the injured and fallen in Orlando. Here’s to not being closeted, bigoted and hateful like the monster who perpetrated this act out of his own insecurity.  His father contended that the shooter seeing men kissing one time in Miami caused this. Sounds like this failure of a parent has a lot to learn about his scummy offspring.

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