I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. I LOVE this country. I HATE our government. It’s too big and it’s filled with filth and corruption. I’m concentrating on the launch of my new solo podcast in 2020 so I can address the nonsense I am subjected to on a daily basis. I’m a very simple person. I pay my taxes. I own my home. I have returned to my hometown in order to die where it started. To be near family. To rediscover what I ran from. I don’t want to be bothered. Bothering me comes with reaction. That’s where I think we all are similar. That’s why I think we are more like Donald Trump than some may want to admit.
I’m very protective of what I own and love. I am thankful every morning for what I have and those that love me. You try and take what I have or hurt the ones I love my response will be swift and deadly. That’s not a threat. That is called “cause and effect.” If you do “A” then “B” will happen. If you do not wish for “B” to happen then you probably should not do “A.” Hopefully everyone is still on board and not looking around like a St. Bernard watching a card trick. I am assuming that sensible people will be on board with this behavior and way of thinking.
Let’s apply this way of thinking to the current situation in the Middle East. Iranian backed militia attack our embassy in Iraq. The embassy contains “family.” Family is being attacked. Trump is Dad of the big American family. Trump is pissed. He should be. On New Years Eve Trump looked into a camera at Mar-A-Lago in West Palm Beach. It was 4:19PM my friends….I know…I felt a chill…I saw the look in his eyes. He said “Iran…..I’m coming for you.” Seventy-Two hours later Qasseem Soleimani, top Iranian General, looks like some chipped beef that was left in the oven too long. The message is clear to the rest of the world: Do NOT fuck with my family!!! How can you claim to have unconditional love for your family if you wouldn’t react in a similar way?
I think we have a reason for serious concern. All the cards and prognostications are lining up. Like life there is no guarantee. I just know that THIS time……we will not turn around and run away!!!!. Thanks for reading!
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Another day and another thing our President says, does or Tweets is called “Offensive” or “Rude” or “Not Presidential.” It’s getting old and I’m confused by why people are shocked by anything this man says or does. He’s not politically correct. He’s not one to compromise. Sometimes he may come off as caustic and brash. Where’s the news here? This behavior and the Trump brand was spelled out for all of us to observe in his 1987 best-seller “The Art of the Deal.”
President Trump has penned over ten best selling books. “The Art of the Deal” is the one you should read. It’s the perfect business model of who Donald Trump is, what he believes and how he conducts business. He knows the laws. A lot of laws on the books today are stupid. Trump seeks these out, exploits them, finds the loopholes that will give him the advantage and then plays his hand. He likes to walk out of meetings if you aren’t serious about making a deal. He’s a freak about trust. You’re either on Team Trump or you will be on the outside looking in. Sound familiar? That’s who he was in 1987, that’s who he was when he won the Presidency in 2016 and that’s who he is today.
I understand if ya don’t like the guy. Sometimes he says things that leave even his greatest supporters saying “Oh boy…..” Sometimes he says things that causes people to say “Did he have to say it THAT way?” The answer is “yes.” That’s just the way he operates. At least there isn’t much grey and ya know how he feels. Sure it stings. Yes it’s uncomfortable. If your not happy with the way your 401-K is blowing up, the surging stock market and the record low unemployment….you do have an option. Circle Tuesday, November 23, 2020 on your calendar and vote him out. Thanks for reading!
I’m a pretty lucky guy. I’m fifty-six years old and my mother is still alive and well. I found out today we will be together for Christmas and that’s the greatest gift I could ever ask for. Mom lives in West Palm Beach and is in the process of moving back here to Cleveland. A lot of people do that when they have the gift of time. They finally figure out what truly matters in life…..and that’s family.
I was like most kids. Christmas is a day of gifts. Christmas is fun. Christmas is a bunch of free stuff that I will probably break in the next two weeks. As an adult I wasn’t much better. Christmas was stressful. Lists to fill. Gifts to buy. People to impress. I threw money at these problems. They were solved. I still felt empty and alone.
Let’s fast forward to today as the reality of life has begun to set in. Christmas is a celebration of life, opportunity and salvation. Of course my mother drives me crazy and raises my blood pressure. That’s what mothers do. They know how to hit your hot spots because THEY installed them. We both made it another year. There will be a Christmas one year when we won’t be able to say that. It is my greatest fear my friends. As I said at the beginning….I’m a pretty lucky guy. I don’t need a gift. I don’t need a fancy meal. I’m gonna have a Merry Christmas. I hope you do as well.
Many fear those on the outside but I am afraid of those here on the inside. Let me explain. I am a Libertarian. I am not a fan of government at all. I pay my taxes. I legally own and open carry my firearms. I am responsible for my own personal safety and protection. I wish to be left alone.
In 2016 I voted for Donald Trump and in 2020 I will vote for him again. I truly believe that the future of this great nation and the roots of the U.S. Constitution are at stake. Unemployment is at a record low. People have better paying jobs and it has become an employee’s market again. Everyone’s 401-K has exploded. The left will tell you that world leaders are laughing at us but I believe they now fear us and they SHOULD. I don’t want my leader to make friends. I want him/her to let the other nations know that the free ride and handouts are over. We’re running a country here. Your not an audience member at the Oprah show.
Don’t like Trump? I get it. What I don’t understand is how the Democrats can’t find a viable candidate in four years to rally behind. They insist on regaining “control” of the White House by looking to impeach Trump. Let’s be honest. This will never get past the Senate. I refer to this process as “pissing up a drape.” I’ll pause a moment for you to enjoy the visual. Now you know why I will pass on the opportunity to shake Nancy Pelosi’s hand.
So while your thinking of dropping three grand on a Peleton bike that will be under a mountain of clothes before St. Patrick’s Day just know there’s a war going on out there and stay away from sticky drapes!
Death. It encompasses so many emotions. Sadness, grief, anger and fear to mention a few. This past weekend I lost a dear friend to death as he passed away suddenly at the young age of fifty four. Ironically we had a conversation just three days before passing. We laughed at our differences in political beliefs, jointly expressed our distain for Anderson Cooper and had a conversation about death.
Three years ago this September I came as close to death as one can. I was in a coma for six days and being kept alive by a series of machines and cables. I saw things so beautiful and peaceful that there are no words to provide them justice. I am not penning this piece to urge you to go to church or sell all your belongings. I can tell you without doubt that are journey does not end here.
When we cry at death but to who are those tears actually flowing for? I know it is natural because one that you love and care for so much has left this level. IF only we had the strength and courage to know that we will see our dearly departed again on a level that is incomprehensible in our present world.
I am not a church goer or a bible thumper. I am just a regular guy that happened to see the next step in our journey that is truly amazing. This doesn’t mean we should live a care-free lifestyle. On the contrary we should take time to observe and listen. Don’t be so quick to get angry with someone you disagree with. Try to learn something new every day. I truly believe that life is quite similar to when you were in school. We are handed many challenges and hurdles every day that don’t make sense yet they all serve a purpose. It may take days, years or a lifetime to figure them out but the answer is there. You have to put aside your emotions and open your mind and heart and pray for understanding.
The test will end someday my friends and I believe with all my heart that is when we are ready for the next level. Take solace in your loss and heartfelt pain in knowing your loved one is in a much better place watching you as YOU learn what they already know. Thanks for reading and look for your lesson that will appear before you today.
I always knew I was different. When I was a teenager I was afraid to go to the counter at McDonalds and place an order for fear I would get it wrong or they would laugh at me. Humor became the perfect mask. If I could make people laugh they would not see my faults. I fell in love with radio. That “mystery man” behind the mic that would talk to me, I wanted, and got, that life. Although I was very successful I was running from an illness and eventually I crashed in February of 2011.
I have OCD, am bi-polar, suffer from depression and severe social anxiety disorder. I have been in therapy for nine years and my doctor saved my life. Depression is not just “being in a bad mood.” It’s a feeling of all other options running out and desperation. It makes suicide seem logical (as illogical as that may seem). So how did I do my job, be successful at it, and hide it from everyone? It started with alcohol. It gave me the courage to walk in a room, size people up, and own it. At an event I would continue to drink to feed the monster that wanted to come out. When that wasn’t enough I turned to drugs. Self medicating was the way I solved my problems before I found help. I was never a druggie in high school or college or in my early adult life but I can honestly say I became an addict. I have learned that addiction is a terrible disease and through the help of my therapist he has taught me how to control it and not let it control me.
I also found out that it’s okay to be scared. I don’t have all the answers to the tribulations we face in life but in 2015 I was in a coma for six days because I almost let that monster inside of me win. That was rock bottom for me. For the past seven years I have concentrated on fixing myself. For some reason God has let me survive to fulfill a specific mission that I have yet to discover. I have been blessed to actually see what awaits us. That first night in my coma the doctors were sure I would not see the morning. I truly am someone that got a second chance and that, among other reasons, is why I have decided to go home to Cleveland. It is my sincere hope that others that may have these feelings know they are not alone. My mom says I tell everyone everything and have no filter. She is correct but no one can appreciate the success without tasting the failure. Every new day is a blessing and there is no guarantee. Thank you for reading this and remember “never give up.”