Term limits

Now that Trump is in office, the first thing that he needs to institute is term limits, for everyone. There’s no reason why some of these people are in office for years and years. All they do is take extended vacations, sit on their asses, collect a paycheck, and bitch about their next raise.

Term limits would bring in new blood, allowing new challenges to be tackled and change to take place. It would keep what happened in the Obama administration, the internal squabbles and enormous rift between parties, from occurring again. Perhaps we can go into a season of healing rather than continuous stabbing at each other.

Farewell President Obama

I work in a heavily Republican bar, serving some incredibly close-minded, radically pro-change, Trump supporters. It’s very hard for me to not comment on what’s said, at times. As a rule, politics are not discussed; but every once in a while the subject does pop up.

Obama is seen as the (pardon the word) nigger liberal who’s ruined this country. I find that horribly sad because really, except for Obama-care, I think he brought a measure of tolerance and caring to the White House that’s been lacking for a while. No one is perfect;  less so, perhaps, the leader of a great nation.

I could never imagine being President, ever. I remember ages ago wondering why anyone would. Invariably I came up with the same answer every time: lust for power. But this man seemed to do it for the overall good of the people he presided over. His measured way of speaking, of finding the best words; the way he (properly) used social media, regularly reaching out to the country. His seemingly normal, centered daughters and Michele Obama, the closest thing to a real first lady we’ve had in a great while.

So I watched this last night at 3:00, while attempting to regain my sleep pattern, and felt inclined to post it. I’ve not written much over the last few years, but I believe I’ll start again. I have a feeling things are going to be getting under my skin and I’ll need an outlet. Never mind that one of my greatest friends said I should do so cuz she likes reading me 😉

President and Mrs. Obama

My brain’s been all over the place…

In August I was pushed out of a job I loved when the two idiots who owned the business, after years of abusing the system, were forced to sell. It was bought by a couple of guys, one of whom is absolutely unable to deal with strong women. I fit into that category. Yes, I’m currently working, but it’s just not the same; going from something you really liked to do, in an awesome place to…meh. Still, I am thankful I’m employed!

Veterans: men and women in our United States of America—gave lives, limbs and (often) their sanity to defends us and this country’s borders from enemies, foreign and domestic. This same country has ignored them and pushed them aside repeatedly. From the ludicrous nationwide homeless situation to the offer of benefits to immigrants from countries we’re at war with, the treatment of these heroes is deplorable. Why are we allowing aliens to come before those who have given so much for us? Why are we even letting these people in? Why are we, yet again, taking care of people outside our borders when there are so many that need care inside them? No boys and girls, these men and women are to be honored for having the courage to go out and put themselves between those who intend to harm us and the good ole US of A. Focus, focus on what’s important. Keep your warriors happy, safe, well-fed, clothed and covered. The stronger this country’s core is, the stronger our front is against those we have to fear and fight.

Global warming: it exists, people! It’s a natural curve the planet has been going through for eons. But please, don’t think we are not to blame for the exacerbation of the process. Our carbon emissions, plastics use and our general over-existence has pushed the progression. Look at the melting polar icecaps, the extinction of so many species, plant and animal. Sadly,  being the humans we are, most on this planet are doing/will do nothing at all until (alas) it’s too late. That time is coming, fast. We are at a point in our de-evolution where going back and fixing what we’ve fucked up so royally is not even possible, in many cases. Instead of constantly pretending this is not a huge issue, why not try to prevent future destruction by getting informed. Get a grasp on exactly what’s happening, why, and what you can do about it. The smallest step is the beginning of a powerful journey.

And finally, the Presidential (disg)race. I mean seriously, how did we come to this point, where a bunch of overpaid, non-working politicos stuff the worse possible candidates in our face and tell us we must choose from one to run our beloved country. What the hell happened to government of, by and for the people? Why are we not allowed to throw these horrid excuses out and start over with a fresh batch of options? Anyone remember the movie Brewster’s Millions? Check this clip out; it’s exactly what we should be doing right now.

Ok kids, I’m off to finish putting pots and shite away so Hurricane Matthew doesn’t bash everything to bits. Happy Thursday to all and to all a good fight 😉

Of mountains and motorcycles

Franklin, NC: home of the Knight’s Inn, an inexpensive  little motel which lies at the crossroads of two byways that lead to inexpressibly delightful curvy mountain roads.


Screen Shot 2016-05-04 at 3.11.11 PMWe checked in last Monday night after a longer than expected trip due to an alternate route and a (possibly) underpowered car towing a couple thousand pounds. Met up with the rest of the early boys, and made plans for the morning, including breakfast and approximate KSU time.

After a restful night’s sleep, we meandered to the City Diner for breakfast, where we discussed trips, sleep patterns, possible rides, and the size of omelettes. We reconvened on Hooligan Hill (the upper part of the hotel where ‘the boyz’ tend to stay), waited for a couple stragglers, played with Sonya, and departed for our much awaited foray into the lush green-sided roads of the (almost) Smoky Mountains.

Here’s the thing, if you don’t ride a motorcycle, don’t like to go fast, and don’t understand the adrenaline rush of rounding a hairpin at higher than advised speed, what we experienced will be absolutely boring drivel for you. However, even now looking back on the GoPro footage from the headlamp of my bike, I get giddy, and remember the joy of downshifting into a dogleg, the bike responding agiley; rounding a sharp corner and finding a truck half in my lane; coming out of that winding pass onto a straightaway and shifting up to a more-than-apropriate speed.

Granted, there were a couple roads we missed due to overly heavy bikes (Harleys, as the Honda came down with a cold) but no matter. We made the best of it, riding to Talulah Gorge for waterfall Wednesday, and the Blue Ridge instead!

For some it’s dancing, singing, skydiving, racing cars, rock climbing… Bikes are my passion, riding them, pushing them. I’m not sure why it’s what I gravitated toward. Perhaps my dad’s racing career and love of everything motorized had a hand in it. It could be I thrive on the freedom, the adrenaline, the sheer danger of it.

My true hope is that everyone finds their driving force, their fire, and follows it; fulfills their desire to live. The happiest people on earth are those that follow their dreams and live their lives, every day.


Making time to sit and write… 

It used to be an automatic thing: sit at the computer, look up the usual sites, check bank balances and fill shopping carts for later purchases. But I don’t sit here as much anymore. What with three bikes able to transport me all over the state, attempting a workout routine, and a full work schedule, sitting in front of a computer has fallen far back in importance. Especially considering that, when I do have a few moments, I feel inclined to put random accumulated crap in its proper place to avoid further clutter and chaos in our humble abode.

But I like to write; I like words, stringing them together to form a picture. Even if I’m not as good as I’d like to think, I don’t do it for others; I do it for me, to appease the part of me that clamors for a history, a story, something to look back on and remember. Perhaps it’s the looming fear of Alzheimer’s which I think of at least daily, believing myself under its influence more and more everyday.

No, I am not diagnosed. Haven’t even see a doctor. Yea, I know I’m probably—likely— overreacting, as C so often tells me, and it’s just age creeping up in another one of it’s evil, underhanded ways to rob me of one more little thing. After all, my grandmother was fine until the ripe age of 94, when she died of complications from a broken hip.

But then there’s my other grandmother, on my father’s side, who went in for surgery and was over-anesthetized, returning home a shell of herself with no memories of any of us. Was it really a hospital accident? I want to believe that now more than I ever did.


So what am I doing to counteract this…possibility? Not as much as I probably could, or should. Back to the first paragraph, I have fun. Is this because I’m losing my brain ever so slowly, the parts of it that assist in everyday decisions such as ‘sit down and write’, ‘create something new’, or even ‘focus’? Or am I instead just running away, enjoying everyday as much as I can before I begin to forget how.

Christ, I’m depressing! Think I’ll keep doing chores, haphazardly as ever. At least Im doing something useful and not pondering the end of my life… as I’d know it.

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of the open road

Life: proceeds as it has, plodding along with little in the way of excitement to provide variation. My job as a bartender at an outdoor establishment is fairly cool, save for the de rigeur nincowpoops that invariably manage such locales. I like my regulars, and so far my schedule and hours have been good, but changes are coming at month end…sadly.


Liberty: well, the bikes provide a sense of liberty; as does my job, to a point. Did I need to get yet another two-wheeled death machine (as some insist on calling them)? Nope. But goddamn is it fun!

And yea, I got my first ride in a Harley-attached sidecar. I’ll say this, its a lazyboy on wheels. Try it sometime 😉


The last of the title serves as it’s own heading. With my bike count now at three (officially a quiver, I believe) I have the ability to ride what-, when- and wherever I want! Amassing a kewl group of riders, trying to start a bike night at work, and learning about all of their mechanical idiosyncrasies has kept me entertained and happy.


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