I live in Michigan not to far from Detroit and the part of the year has come when the sun says forget you it is fracken cold outside I am heading south. Leaving us vitamin c and d deprived Northerners with a sombre look for about 4 months. Ouch! I like making people happy, laugh (if I can finally figure out something clever to say in a conversation) and encouraged, but the winter reminds me that I am incable of changing the world, which quite frankly pisses me off sometimes. I wish we could click our heels with our ridiculous glitter red stilleto's and things like world hunger and my neighboors being shot would just go away. And I wish they would so I throw my few farthings into the collection tray going by and hope that I did all I could, which seems small. This message was not meant to be winter but the anithesis of it. If anyone ever reads my blog this is the message I want you to read. There are cheer leaders and marching bands, with my million trumpets trumping, drummers drumming, triangle players triangling. Ribbons and neon yellow paint on a black surface, bike rides, ice cream, goodness all containing, kisses, huggs, grandma, grandpa, vacation, roller coaster, swimming, friends laughter, and all good wishings to you. Sometimes it is hard to do good because we are sad or down and out. So ignore the hunched over sad man lurking in the corner of your mind like a a gray static on the tv, and love your brothers and sisters. That is all I can say, and as simplistic as loving people should be, it really is not. How many people commit suicide every day. They felt that life was not worth living because we made it that way. So we'll change.

This has been the rant of a action crazed hoper.

I recently just finished reading Travels With Charley by John Steinbeck, and in the story there is a part where John says that everybody needs the Russians, and by that he did not mean the Russians specifically. You see it was during the Cold War era that this was written and everyone was complaining about the Russians. Just like today how everyone complains about President Bush. I am not one to say whether or not that these complaints are unfounded, I have not studied the argument, but I do know that some of the biggest complainers no less than I do, which is next to nothing. He goes on to talk about the fact that humans just like to complain, to make some one else the bad guy. If your a Republican you will mock the Democrats, bah those gay liberalists. Or if you are a Democrat you will say something like those narrow minded, Christian, right wing braggarts. Atheists will mock the believer, the believer will mock in return, both gloating in some elitist I am better and smarter than you in some kindergardenesque na na na boo boo idiocy. And at the same time I am complaining about the people complaining. It is kind of funny when you think about it. I hope less people get offended about such things, and just laugh a little bit at how stupid we can be sometimes. Now do not get me wrong there are some human mistakes that I will not laugh about that are serious, but I will forgive you if you do. There is always the one kid who just takes it over the edge and makes a joke about unborn babies or the World Trade Center bombings. And maybe it is just their way of coping and getting back to some kind of a resemblance of being normal. I do not have the answers. I just thought John was clever. So bring out your Russians! And we will have a look at our tender prejudices.

If I had all the answers, their would be no mystery. The magic of my childhood that gives light to the decisions of my manhood, would dissappear. Like the argument of the famous lawyer in Brothers Karamazov, a child cannot know good without a picture of kindness to guide him. Without a figure to imitate. That is why I know God exists. Without a picture of goodness and love humans could not imitate it. God is that picture that Father that we always look up to as the guardian of our childish weakness. I might have spoken a little bit over my head. Who am I to think such thoughts. I will not lie though. I do hope in such ideals. Cheers Machine-R