Baby Sparrow

What do you want of me?

That could come off as harsh but it is a very earnest question—why would you be here if I wasn’t giving you something? How could I expect you to read this and—hopefully, eventually—share it with other if it gives you nothing?

I don’t expect that, it would be wrong to expect it so….

What sort of thing do you want? What sort of content?

This election is odorous, the political scene here in the United States is utterly odorous. I just filled out my ballot. My God, what sort of nasty sludge heap do we reside in where it will a reason for jubulation if an empty suit like Harris wins? But it will. It truly, truly will because Trump is like…did you ever see that movie Multiplicity? Michael Keaton, good movie, actually—

Anyway, Micheal Keaton clones himself. The thing is, each generation of clones is more and more flawed. It’s like in the old days: I have the new R.E.M. cassette, and I make you a copy—

And you make a copy of that copy for a friend, and that friend makes a copy of the copy of the copy for another friend—

With each copy, the quality goes down…

Trump is like a fourth generation Mussolini, just spewing these trigger phrases, dancing to music only he can hear, and smacking his lips at the memory of Arnold Palmer’s penis. Is he…is he doing blackface? Dunno, but his spray tan is highly suspect—

So, yeah, Harris is like fucking F.D.R. compared to that character.

Okay, all this negative political shit…for all I know Trump may be your guy and, believe it or not, I get why. We’re all fucking desperate. We understand the “system,” for lack of a more original description, is geared for the wealthy. We know that all these people that we percieve to be within the system be it a Mike Pence or a Harris or a Biden or a Mitt Romney, they are the ass lackeys of Big Business. The thing is, even though they do the bidding of our corporate overlords on bended knee, they do not advocate us being shitty to one another. Look at the language Trump uses, look at how he describes our fellow human beings. Yeah, some truly malformed cretins with craven enterprises do cross into the U.S., but most of them are simply decent people looking to escape the realities of their own countries…like your and my ancestors did to escape the Potato Famine and religious persecution.

But, we’re all sick of this political stuff, aren’t we? Fuck knows I am.

And yet, here I am, going on and on and on about it.

So, back to the question: What sort of stuff would you like to read? I am so off brand…whatever the hell my brand is supposed to be. You want to get people into what you do you need a “brand.” I write fiction and non fiction so I guess the brand is, horrifyingly enough, me, this sort of cranky middle-aged misanthrope who is obsessive about music, cars, and history. I need to join forces with people who know how to shoot videos properly, that’s how people get their information these days. My videos are crap, the ideas are there but the execution sucks and I will freely admit that.

But the ideas are there, that sort of universal thing I’m going for: We’re all stressed, we’re all worried, both Red and Blue folks—if we could just come together we could solve our problems—

I am too cynical to ever be truly optimistic but I have this little bit of hope, it’s like a baby sparrow you find that has fallen out of the tree, this tiny, helpless thing that makes these weak peep noises. Odds are it will die, and another part of your heart will grow brittle and black when it does, but there you are…making a little bed out of rags and tending to that desperate little thing with an eyedropper. You can’t just give up, even though the odds of it surviving are minute, you can’t give up….