Do you recall a time in America when the income of a single school teacher or baker or salesman or mechanic was enough to buy a home, have two cars, and raise a family?
I remember. My father (who just celebrated his 100th birthday) earned enough for the rest of us to live…
On Guard - Watch Where You Step
I saw these guys last night at 1904 in Jacksonville and they were awesome! It’s always refreshing to find good local music :D
This tweet is so important to me
The following is a poem I wrote after my Dad passed away. It was written for my son who was too young to understand death and grief at the time. I framed it in the world of Doctor Who to help my son relate to it (he’s already quite the little Whovian), but the dark tone was intended for older kids. I hope that those dealing with grief at any age can find some comfort in the words of the madman in the blue box, for Death makes sobbing children of all of us.
There once was a boy,
Laying in his bed,
But sleep could not find him,
For he was lost in his head.
His throat was dry,
His eyes were wet.
His heart was broken
By the fiend called Death.
The boy now felt empty,
Not much more than a shell.
If his eyes were still crying,
It seemed he couldn’t tell.
He had asked his Mommy,
“Where did Papa go when he died?”
But she just made something up,
The boy could tell by her eyes.
He had asked his Daddy,
“When can we see Papa again?”
But Daddy just got real quiet,
And tried to listen to the world spin.
So the boy tore his soul,
And cried out for help,
But if he expected an answer,
You couldn’t tell by his yelp!
It was loud as a freight train,
Shining blue, bright as dawn,
Though to the well trained ear,
It seemed the brakes were still on.
Out popped a man,
All jaunty and grand,
With a weird flashlight in hand.
He searched through the dresser,
He tapped on the wall,
“I can’t seem to find the device,
That’s sending out that call.”
“Have you seen it, my boy?”
The strange man did ask,
“What brought me to this place?
Who set me on this task?”
“Eek!” screamed the boy,
“Who are you and what is that?”
“Her name is the TARDIS,
So mind your manners when you chat.”
“As for me,” said the man,
“I’m the Doctor (without a dot)”,
“I don’t understand, Doctor Who?!”
“You know, I get that a lot.”
“But to the matter at hand,”
said the man in the suit.
“I’ve come here to save someone,
But I’m not quite sure who…”
The Doctor looked round,
And saw the signs of the storm:
Tear stains on the pillow.
Face flushed and warm.
“It is you who cried out,
And tugged my ship’s ear.
These tears are the reason
that I’ve popped up ‘round here.”
“Your eyes have seen something
That no one’s explained,
You’ve lost something very special,
And now you’re alone with your pain.”
“Well as long as I’m around
Alone simply will not do!”
And the Doctor sprang up and
disappeared into the box so blue.
A flash and a noise,
And the box was gone.
The boy sat staring,
Waiting for the dream to dawn.
So imagine his surprise,
When the dream never stopped,
And the box came back.
Well, the boy’s jaw dropped!
Out came the Doctor,
All whistles and grins,
And peeking out from behind the door,
Was a nervous little friend.
“My name is James,
But call me Jimmy”
The boy said soft and low
“This doctor here says
That we’re related,
But I don’t know how he knows.”
“He says you’ve lost your Papa,
Well, I lost my Daddy too,
He went to War and never came home,
So I know what you’re going through.”
The two boys hugged and cried together.
They laughed, they horsed, they played.
They lived more in those small, few hours,
Than most people live in a hundred days.
The night burned down around them,
As they loved like they were starved.
Finally the Doctor raised himself,
As the time came to depart.
“I know that this was quite fantastic,
But it’s time that we go home.
Keep your grandpa in your memory,
And you’ll never be alone”
The Doctor stepped through the door,
But left it open for Jimmy.
Jimmy said, “I never did figure out,
Who are you from my family?”
“Ahem!” coughed the Doctor,
Peeking out from inside the box,
“Some things are best left unsaid,
Unless you want a TIME PARADOX!”
And so the TARDIS slipped away,
Its ghastly shadow fading.
All that was left was the boy in his room,
With the rays of dawn invading..
He climbed to his pillow,
He cradled his knees,
His squeezed his blanket tightly
He wasn’t okay,
At least not today,
But now he knew he would be.
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.
And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
So y’all can take your narcissistic
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.
One of the best concerts I’ve ever been to. I fucking love the Arctic Monkeys.
Missouri Pastor’s Fiery Speech Against Equal Rights for Homosexuals Has Stunning Twist Ending
Pardon my French, but this Pastor is a badass mothafucka.
The entire speech is further enhanced by the insight provided in this YouTube comment:
Watch till the end. Trust me.
Someone give this man an award.
He literally just slayed their assholes open wow
Watch how uncomfortable the people in the background get when the speech turns around. They were probably agreeing with everything he had said up until then.
This man, James Verone, robbed a bank for one dollar. Why only one dollar? Because he knew that in prison he could get the medical care he could not afford with his part time salary as a convenience store clerk. He was approved for food stamps, but they did little to help his finances. Between his back problems, carpel tunnel, and arthritis, he simply couldn’t handle the pain any longer.
On June 9th, he sent a letter to his local paper, the Gaston Gazette, that stated: “When you receive this a bank robbery will have been committed by me. this robbery is being committed by me for one dollar. I am of sound mind but not so much sound body.”
He then took a cab to the RBC Bank, and handed the teller a note asking for one dollar and medical attention. He quietly took a seat in the lobby and waited for police to arrive.
Since Verone only stole one dollar, he was only charged with larceny. His bail, which he doesn’t plan to pay is set at $2,000, reduced from the normal $100,000. He’s scheduled to see a doctor this Friday, and hopes to get foot surgery, back surgery and to have a protrusion on his check treated.
To me, this is the perfect example of how disturbingly corrupt and unjust our health care system has become under HMO’s. For this man, or any person for that matter, feels that he needs to be imprisoned just to see a doctor, is ridiculous.
This is exactly what I hate about America. Why is it that you can buy an entire house with money you don’t have, but still can’t apply for health care if you don’t meet the requirements? That’s messed up.
Sometimes I feel like the whole fucking world is going to pass us by and we’re gonna be left with a starving country, useless money and nothing to offer anyone.