gay menI am not an attractive man.  I have a great mind and sense of humor but that’s where it all ends.  I will never be on the cover of Men’s Health.  Having said that I have been very lucky with dating many attractive and intelligent women…..I have also made some terrible decisions….but I put myself in those situations.

Let me share with you the magical evening I was hit on by another man.  I was at my typical dive bar near my house filled with drug dealers and hookers.  They used to have illegal slot machines in there that paid off in cash.  I got to know the regulars.  I became a regular….again not my best moment.  I got to know this black guy that would work at Red Lobster and then ride his bike to the bar and have a few drinks.  He was openly gay but if ya know me….ya know I only care about good and bad.

One night I sat down at the bar next to my gay black friend.  Conversation seemed normal but then he said something that I was not prepared for.  First of all ya gotta understand my physical make up.  I am 6’3 290 pounds and I usually wear a Harley bandana, sunglasses and a vest without sleeves.  It’s not, by any means, a pretty sight.  My young, black, gay friend stares at the top of the bar and remarks “You have great hands.”  I was stunned.  I thought I was hearing things.  My mind was able to tell my soul that he wanted to stick his fine ebony tool in something of my person.  My brain just short wired.  I looked at him, still caught of guard and only was able to mutter, “Thanks!”

Thanks?????   What the hell was that?  I’m a smart guy that always is on alert to anything and anyone and I just had a man hit on me for the first time in my life and all I could say was “Thanks?”  You say that to someone who holds the door open at the 7-11 on a Saturday morning while customers are lined up to buy lotto tickets and vapes.

I then excused myself and went to the jukebox.  I played Ga Ga’s “Born This Way” and we danced to last call drinking Pina Colodas and planning a weekend trip to a Ricky Martin concert.  Eighty percent of this story is true.  If you knew me in West Palm then it should be easy to figure out.  Thanks for reading my friends.

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I have followed the career of Al Sharpton since the late 80’s.  He’s quite the character but if you pull back the skin like an onion you’ll see the truth–he’s a fraud and not a nice person.  You would think that while you are in the process of building a brand that would influence many and in return put you in a position of power you would embrace any support from black moderate Democrats.  The truth is he has referred to the aforementioned as “Cocktail sip Negroes” or “Yellow niggers.”  Hmmmm.  Not exactly the Joe Biden man hug I was hoping for.

Sharpton made a lot of noise with the media in the 80’s.  He would randomly call New York radio and TV stations with his opinion on stories that involved a person of color.  He soon became familiar with many journalists in the New York area and when they would need a comment for a news story that had a racial slant….they resorted to calling Sharpton.  I give him credit for being able to manipulate the media into becoming the Sea Monkeys that they are.

Let’s fast forward to today.  Every Democratic nominee for President in 2020 has resorted to kissing this man’s ring in order to get an endorsement.   Based on his terrible and short lived TV show it is obvious he is insecure and would never hire anyone to challenge him.  In regards to his TV show he took on a project he was unable to handle.  If I was on staff I would have advised him:  “Perhaps you should concentrate on putting a few sentences together before putting on the Lion’s head.”

Critics of my brilliant and accurate observation of Al Sharpton will and do play the race card.  They will scream “He doesn’t like black people.”  I will say this again.  I don’t see color.  I see good and evil and as long as you have brought up color I would suggest you find a true patriot of color to rally behind.  Start with Ben Carson and if you have any more doubts about the integrity of Al Sharpton I would suggest a search on Tawana Brawley.

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I have been on record for saying “Trust No One.”  I have been burned too many times.  Trust is not something that should be handed out like a flyer when you exit the flea market.  Trust is earned and cannot be for sale.  I have learned that people will use you for their own satisfaction.  That will never happen to me again.  I won’t allow it.

I don’t need a stranger knocking on my door with a bowl of potato salad.  I don’t want to go to the neighborhood block party.  I want to be left alone so I decided to purchase an eye patch.

For fifteen bucks I think I have found the secret to being ignored.  No one wants to approach the guy with the eye patch.  There is an immediate sense of danger and apprehension attached to anyone that wears the aforementioned patch.  What happened?  Is he a pirate?  Does he own a parrot?  Is that leg made of wood?  The questions are endless.

Anything that insures privacy is a good thing.  I find an eye patch to be much more effective than a “Beware of the Dog” sign.  It’s two bucks at K-Mart and doesn’t release my fear factor.  So if you see me around town, I’ll be wearing my patch and more than likely sitting in the corner of the room with my eye (notice how it’s not plural?) locked on the entrance.  Knowledge is power.

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I quit taking prescribed xanax about thirty days ago.  My mind is focused and on fire.  I am blessed to see all that is wrong with this world and the future is bleak.  We are no longer a kind society.  Self entitlement and the “me first” attitude has taken root.  It is not too late to stop this serpent from continuing its devilish duty.  Censorship is all around us.  This site has been attacked by those that try to stifle my first amendment rights and do not want anyone to face the truth.  Our Constitution is under attack on a daily basis.  The left wants to increase Supreme Court Judges by tenfold and us to lower the voting age without bothering to address the ramifications by ignoring the Constitution.  This is a blatant attack on our forefathers.  So many people have adopted the “not my problem” attitude.  I disagree.  This is a moment of our battle cry.  This is a moment of stopping the evil.  This is a moment we cannot ignore.

My entire life I have been told to look the other way and to keep my mouth shut.  That time is over.  I will not sit by silently and let those with evil intentions to steamroll those that believe in respect and integrity and the American way.  Remember 911?  It was the last time this country was united.  We have become complacent once again.  We are a hanging fruit ready to be harvested.  More government is not the solution.  It is the source of the problem.  I believe in family and have strong faith in God.  I am not in this world to say what people want to hear.  I am blessed to be on this earth to stand up against sin and those that wish to spread evil.

It takes a small amount of effort to be kind.  Kindness does not recognize color or creed.  Be kind to your neighbor or stranger and witness how they are caught off guard by your generosity.  It’s further proof that what I say is true.  Together, with knowledge and prayer, we can make a difference.  I just hope it’s not too late.

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I used to have a big mouth.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m still an opinionated son of a bitch but I have learned to be off the grid and to know my rights.  Years ago I was in a civil lawsuit.  My attorney suggested I offer twenty thousand dollars to make the accusations go away.  I was incredulous.  I didn’t do anything wrong and wanted to clear my name.  Long story short I did not settle and spent sixty thousand dollars to fight charges that were untrue.  Being in the public eye I knew I was living my life in a fishbowl but I didn’t realize how easily I could become a target.  We are living in a society of guilty until proven innocent.

Let me share with you what I have learned at a great expense; both financially and mentally.  NEVER give up your social security number.  I am amused at how many doctor’s offices request this information when this is the portal to losing your identity.  Don’t share your medical records with anyone other than medical professionals.  I had a situation where my car insurance company was insisting I release my medical information after an accident.  I informed them of the HIPPA law, a federal law that was introduced in 1996 and circumvents any state law, and that they had no right to see my medical records.  They wanted my psychiatric and cardiac records.  Knowledge is power.  I assume ninety-nine percent of those that are requested to release their medical records do so without an afterthought.  Nothing is to be gained by this.

Lastly, record all incoming phone calls that you don’t recognize.  There are many free apps out there for Galaxy and iPhones that will do this for you easily.  More often than not YOU are being recorded when you call various companies so why shouldn’t you take a few minutes to protect yourself?

Bottom line is this:  Protect yourself and your family by knowing your rights.  Any question you may have is just a google search away.  Thanks for reading and now I will go back to my bunker.