Monday, September 26, 2016

What If The Good Guys Win?

Over the long haul the mean ones are gonna win. Oh, not every time. Aggressive behavior, though, is blessed by evolution. Psychopaths don't come through the closet door with an axe. Not necessarily. Psychopathy merely means no empathy, no compassion. Psychopaths believe that we're all just like they are. In their eyes they're just smarter. Better at it.

Now assuming that you're not a psychopath, let's consider options for the rest of us.

Why do you suppose that you still get giddy when "Don't Worry, Be Happy" comes on the radio as an oldie? Well, it may keep you from wringing your hands picturing President Trump with his red button  for a minute or two.

Remind yourself that cheaters win. Payola works. Voter fraud determines elections. Human growth hormones will pump you up.

Look at your life. How do you sleep? Love is the secret. Cheating won't help. Here's the party.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Teaching Shame

It has taken me this long but I think I'm finally beginning to understand the whole garden of Eden thing. Oh, I know that the bible is intended for everyone to understand. All of those books are. That's the point. Turns out that not only am I half-witted, I'm slow-witted, too. Dang!

We're not guilt ridden with shame until we learn what we're supposed to feel guilty about. Look at that, will you? I ended another sentence with a preposition and I feel guilty about it.

Once again the bonobos seem to have it right. Kind natured and gentle, these small great apes, pardon the contradiction in terms, settle dispute with sexual contact. They do pretty much everything with sexual contact. They won't put up with aggressive behavior and that's about it. Oh, I should mention again that bonobo society is dominated by females.

Make love, not war. If bonobos drove cars every Buick would have a bumper sticker.

Me? I want to live like Little Richard or Gandhi. Or the bonobos.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Memories Fade

Everything I tell you here is true. Except for the stuff I just make up. As I stare into the abyss that we call television, I realize more completely every day how poorly I fit in. On the days of mall shootings and renewed bombing in Aleppo, that's not such a sad thing.

Love's in the air but it's easy to miss.

Friday, September 23, 2016

My Stuff

Rickenbackers, hot rods, Tiffany, first editions, Rock-Olas and Icarts. I've run out of stuff to want. Maybe I should have wanted more, huh? Now at this juncture I recognize that all that ever really mattered was that unconditional love that spoiled me as a kid.

Hardly a world traveller, I have seen much of Europe. I've bodysurfed in Hawaii. I pet stray dogs and laughed with schoolchildren in Havana. That was a long time ago when it was difficult to get there. I realize that there's no place like home. I don't leave my neighborhood unless I have to.

My heart I've given freely. Too often by most measures. Way too often. These days I recognize the void in this world for a bigger love. A universal love. As I watch our nation ripped in half on cable news I'm profoundly aware that all you need is love. Our presidential politics would seem to indicate that we're not moving in that direction.

The most that I can do is give myself to the fight. That love that I received as a kid- it's time to give it back. Life sure is simple when you can see through the fog.

Thursday, September 22, 2016


Maybe science can save us. We should think about getting behind her. I don't think she chooses sides or plays favorites. You don't suppose that Donald J. Trump ever dreams about living in Aleppo, do you? Nah, I don't either.

Love with all you've got. It all ends too soon.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

She Coulda' Done Better

Women are better than men. Kids are better than adults. Don't get me started on politics, religion, food, art, dogs and cats. Everybody needs somebody to look down on.We all need heroes, someone to look up to.

Who was the best singer in rock'n'roll? Who knows? I'm lucky enough to have seen Sam Cooke, Big Joe Turner and Little Willie John. Here's the only known footage of Willie. That's him on claves from an episode of Route 66.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Blood Red, Ice Cold

Wouldn't life be easy if we didn't make it so hard? I like the happy songs. I seem to write the sad ones. I convince myself that I don't care what anyone thinks of me. Then I'm crushed at a perceived slight, an imaginary cold shoulder.

The sensitive ones wear their hurt feelings like some badge of honor.

Drama has abandoned me over the last couple of years. Oh, I see it swirling all around me but it doesn't light on me these days. Do I miss it? No more than the flu. A flat tire. Ants in the sugar.

Jamaica and Angel and I like our routine. We don't have a schedule. We're just watching life roll by. It could be a Johnny Mercer song. Maybe Hoagy Carmichael.