Green Tea & Ham

Green tea. . . one of the healthiest beverages on God’s grey Earth. It’s full of antioxidants that fight free radicals and stuff. It’s good for losing weight and good for the brain and a whole lot of other things.

I hate green tea. It tastes horrible. Don’t get me wrong. It’s drinkable, because I have drank it numerous times and I have enjoyed it a grand total of NEVER.

I didn’t buy a bottle of green tea from the store. Somebody made tea for me. They made a four-cup jar of green tea for me to drink whenever I want. I’ve had green tea both cold and warm. And both of them are horrible.

I will not drink it in my house. I will not drink it with a mouse.

I will not drink it here or there. I will not drink it anywhere.

I will not have another taste. I will not splash it on my face.

I will not drink it, Sam-I-am. I WILL NOT DRINK GREEN TEA, GODDAMN.

I want to live a long, healthy life but not this much.

If The Kids Are United

Do you want to believe? Do you want to have hope? Is hope even possible in this world?

Hope is granular. It comes in the smallest of possible doses. As we grow older, hope grows scarce. Schaudenfreude replaces hope. Bad things happening to bad people is the joy we have in the absence of hope.

Our spirit is broken, us “Xennials”, us born between 1977 and 1983. This was the time that workers wages stopped growing in relation to corporate profits. The national minimum wage is $7.25. Thirty-five years ago, the minimum wage was $3.35. With inflation, that works out to $8.35 in 2018.

I’ve had my soul crushed a million times in these forty years. If the kids are united, they will never be divided. Sham 69 said that. I’ve seen countless mass shootings. I’ve seen bombings. I saw 9/11. I saw the Challenger explode. I saw elections stolen right out from under the public’s noses. I’ve seen Kiss reunite and put on their dumb makeup. I saw the price of a college education skyrocket. I’ve seen so much go wrong.

My generation had our spirit broken a long time ago. I felt helpless and disenfranchised beyond belief. What could I do? I was a just a child when my innocence was lost.

If the kids are united they will never be divided. You take the reigns, kids. We thought our elders would give them to us and they didn’t. They were greedy and acted in bad faith. They lied and lied and made our brains freeze with befuddlement. We became sour and bitter.

For the first time, we were not given a better future than the generation before us. And so we could not give you a better future than we had. But hopefully our generation taught you how to be better people. And hopefully you learned by watching us. Learn from others’ mistakes.

Anne Frank believed that deep down people were really good at heart. She kept her ideals. They killed her and her family. She was but a child when her innocence and life were lost. Many people are bad at heart and embrace it.

If the kids are united they will never be divided.

The kids.

If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next

I hate you, you bastards.

What business does a 19-year-old have possessing an AR-15? Predisposition. It’s over. The dream is over. Love is not the saviour of the world. We can’t stop the murders so we don’t even attempt to contain them. What about Chicago? Whataboutchicagowhataboutchicago? Life is hell. The bandage has been ripped off America’s gangrenous wound and there’s no cleaning it. All your peroxide and ointment will not fix this. It’s beyond infection.

All civilizations build themselves up and raze themselves to the ground. I’m watching a raze that other seem to think is a re-building effort. Another civilization will rise up but you and I will not see it. Hopefully our children will get to see it and even build that new world. I’m sorry. Love is not the saviour of the world.

Killers in the midst. I hate you bastards because it didn’t have to be this way. And yet here we are.

If you tolerate this, then your children will be next.

The White House Landlord

I wish I was the landlord of the White House. I would call up the President at least three times a week and yell at him. “This is your landlord! I keep hearing loud noises over there! What are you doing? Are you dropping bowling balls on the floor? Do you have a dog? You’re not supposed to have a dog! That’s on the lease! You signed it!”

I know there’s no such thing as a White House landlord. I assume Trump doesn’t know it so he would go along with it because he doesn’t know any better. Of course, his staff knows there’s no White House landlord and I’m surprised they haven’t tried this yet unless they have and it hasn’t hit the press yet.

I can see Sarah Sanders totally trying this. Trying to disguise her voice calling Trump’s personal number from an unlisted phone. But she wouldn’t do it well. Her father is not very funny and that’s hereditary. “This is your landlord. Is your Prince Albert in cans?” She would mess even that up.

Seb Gorka would try this probably. “Mister President, if your toilet is running why don’t you catch it?” Then he’d bust into laughter like Jimmy Fallon, forgetting that he’d blown the entire setup of the prank. These people are stupid. It’s embarrassing.

Hope Hicks has a giant bush.

A Riot of My Own

Sunday was fair to decent. The Patriots lost the Super Bowl. Everyone hates Justin Timberlake now. Also, the Patriots lost the Super Bowl. This gives me a warm feeling inside.

Philadelphia beat New England to win the Super Bowl, their first ever SB and their first NFL championship of any kind since the JFK administration. As you might imagine, the town dubbed “Filthydelphia” handled this victory with a high level of class and dignity.



God help me but the cracker part of me loves a good sports riot and Philadelphia did not disappoint me. A man ate horse manure voluntarily. Because his team won the big game. I hate “sportsball” and “handegg” jokes as much as anybody else but nobody will dig into animal excrement if Guillermo Del Toro wins the Best Director Oscar.

Looking at this riot footage, I have to ask: where are the fathers?

Why are these young white men destroying their own property? They’re just hurting their own neighbors with all this property damage. And for what purpose? Such a barbaric, savage response to. . . victory.

And the profanity! Must you use such language to make your point, Philadelphia fans?

I know this seems like a bash of one particular city but trust me it would happen in Boston had the Patriots won. It’s not an exclusively white phenomenon, but it mostly white people who engage in this sort of activity. No black guy would ever eat horse shit, I don’t care how drunk he gets. Only white guys would chant “BIG DICK NICK” to celebrate the team’s quarterback. Only white guys could get away with standing on the Ritz-Carlton hotel awning en masse.

Black people can’t even huddle together and dance in the street while somebody holds up a boombox without the red and blues showing up. Meanwhile, you got  white people flipping cars and tearing down light poles. Would you really blame the cops if they just started thwapping every white guy in a Eagles jersey with their batons?

But so help me I love it. It’s my Real Housewives trainwreck must-view. I was glued to the Philadelphia police scanner after the game. It was a glorious trainwreck. It took a lot of effort by the authorities there to contain all that action.

The main thing I want you to take away is this: Justin Timberlake is terrible and has always been terrible. I have hated him ever since he was in N*Sync and I will never stop hating him. When he or his career finally dies, perhaps I will be like these Eagles fans and flip cars and destroy property. Out of sheer joy, obviously.

Good News When You Tell Me You Love Me

Suggested listening: “Good News” by the Fifth Dimension

Once upon a time long ago, Rhino Records held a vinyl record sale in their parking lot. Aisles and aisles of records out in the warm weekend sun, with a wrestling ring (!) in the middle of the lot. Occasionally, two luchadores would come out to have a match to entertain shoppers. I saw one such match and attempted to give them a record to use as a weapon in the match but was refused. One of the records I bought that afternoon was “Stoned Soul Picnic” by the Fifth Dimension. It’s a great album and you should try to find it if possible, with songs by Laura Nyro, Jimmy Webb and Ashford & Simpson.

“Stoned Soul Picnic” has a song on it titled “Good News”, which was written by Don and Dick Addrisi. The best way to describe it musically is like a proto-“Raspberry Beret” with a funky uptempo beat with a string section over the top. This is a poor description and if/when you ever hear “Good News” you’ll think I’m being ridiculous. Just listen to the chorus and tell me what you think.

I keep thinking about “Good News” because I have good news in my life. I’ve gone a whole month without any soft drinks/sodas/pops. As a result, I’ve lost twenty (!) pounds.

Since I’m not drinking soda, I’m not eating potato chips nearly as much. Less sodium, less caffeine. I’m making slightly healthier choices in my diet. I’m getting more dairy, drinking chocolate milk (mostly because I can’t stand regular milk). The orthopedic doctor told me to drink milk every day to help heal my ankle but not soy or almond milk because that won’t help with osteoporosis or fixing a ankle fracture.

I’m mobile which is good for someone in my current situation. Up and about with the boot when I have to go out. I take my crutches with me in case of emergency or inclement weather. I feel better. My skin looks better. I’m not sludgey or dragged down nearly as much as before.

I said I wanted to go at least six months without soda and I’m pretty damn sure I can do it. I don’t miss it nearly as much as I thought I would. Part of why is because of my health but also because I tend to avoid things that make me feel bad and the last few weeks of soda pop made me feel terrible. My stomach hated me for it.

I’m beginning to feel like I can actually live a better life and that excites me. The possibility of making real permanent changes for the better gives me hope that I didn’t have before. I’m putting in the work. I’m on the path and it feels good.

This is definitely the year that I really work on myself. Everything else takes a backseat for the time being. I want to do it now so I won’t be too sick to do it in the future. Four words that I finally have the confidence to say: I can do it.

Good news when I tell me I love me. I’ll put my world back together again.