Lucky Sperm Club

Some folks are born into money. Loving parents, good schools, great beauty. If everything goes well, really well, and they find love and enlightenment, is it "bad luck" when they die?

Kids are born in the occupied West Bank every day. They know hunger and fear from the start. With no opportunities available for education or employment anything that we might describe as a good life is unavailable. Is it "good luck" when he dies?

Great men and women struggle with the plight of the poor, the hungry, the disenfranchised every day. Most of those brave souls never become media stars. There are no reality TV shows about suffering. Oh, we might take some pretty couple's Abercrombie & Fitch shorts away so that they're naked on the island but we're not about to focus on the shameful facts of the world's population.

Every ten seconds a child dies from hunger-related disease. Lucky?

I'm not sure what mystifies me more: biology, sociology or religion.

Me and God and Oklahoma

Looks like I'm going back to Oklahoma. It's a place that I love. When I first started going they had a lock on dumb politicians. I told an audience once that when God made their elected officials that he had forgotten to put in brains. When he realized his mistake he gave all the leftovers to the musicians. Those "geniuses" became some of my closest and dearest friends over the years.

As is my wont I fell in love with a woman there. She did, too. With someone else.

Somewhere near Okemah signs say "Sacred Creek Land." I don't know much about my genealogy but I do know that I'm about 1/16 Creek.

Me and geography, we're justlikethat.

Bip Bam

The numbers are in. Last year the world spent 1.7 trillion dollars on arms. Right. That's trillion with a "t" as they like to say on network news. Of course the U.S. is number one with a bullet, pun intended. The rest of the bunch don't touch us when you combine their totals. When you add in what we sell and give away off the books and you consider the trade in second hand weaponry, it's a fair sized little business.

When it comes to infant mortality we don't fare so well. According to the latest statistics from the CIA we're settling in at number fifty seven, running well behind all of Scandinavia, Japan, the European Union and Canada. Oh, did I mention that we also trail Croatia, Slovenia, Bosnia and Herzegovina and Cuba? Yeah, we do.

Whatever god you worship, you might wanna have a little chat with him. Whichever party you support, you might want to share some of this with them.

If we're going to change anything for the better we had best do it with love. Clearly more weapons won't help.

                                       

Wing Walkers

Pretty sure that I'm the only one crying when the young man proposes to the young woman on the live baseball game camera. Well, other than the young woman, of course. Yeah, I know all about the statistics. I am the statistics.

It's not the concept of marriage that moves me so much as the ideal of love, the spark of hope.

Babies smiling at their moms? Yeah, I'm reduced to a mess. Don't get me started on all the "best friend, cross species" YouTube fare.

I am absolutely convinced that there is enough love on the planet to feed the hungry, light the cities, end war, blah, blah, blah. You may say that I don't do my part. I've got good intentions.

Oh, I've got bad intentions, too, and they're all about love, too.

What's A Solid Sender?

Maybe I'm thumbing through the index in my temporal lobe for objects of despair. Eventually, of course, something will go wrong, That's not bad luck. That's just atoms spinning and colliding. Meanwhile, I seem to have it all. Maybe it's a good thing I'm not a blues singer. You tell me.

I would meditate but I'm too busy doing nothing.

Memories of love- now there's treasure.

Ain't Got No Home

Everybody knows and I should know better. Treasures are lost when she speaks and she's on a roll. Why not?

How can a chemical element just go completely out of fashion, pardon the pun?

I told her about the wonders of the orient, regaled her with tales of original sin. She ordered another round for the table and boasted of a hundred men.

No Fight Zone

As I watched the activists lay their plans last night, I felt love. I saw compassion. I wish I could say that I felt hope. Maybe I've come to believe that we will always live with "haves" and "have nots." Oh, it's not that I have any delusions that today's money class works harder, prays better or is, in any way, superior to our poor. We're mostly talking about the Lucky Sperm Club here. Mr. Buffett would agree. Mr. Trump would not.

High school science reminds me that we're wired for self preservation. Love's in the mix for biology. Evolution creeps along, slow but forward.

I love you.