Singleness Of Purpose

Remember when Starbucks coffee cups were graced with “The Way I See It…” ruminations of mainly famous people?  

The way I see it, there are as many ways of seeing a thing as there are people looking.

My way of thinking isn’t for everyone.  By the same token, the thinking of the Majority isn’t for me.  I am NOT gonna spend the rest of My Life being bossed around and penalized.  I am resolved about that.  It surely does seem EXTREME for Bad Guys to kill me over over Individual Sovereignty but, if they must, they must.  Death over incarceration, if I am allowed any Choice.

Life is short and the world is big.  Insatiable and insecure quote-unquote Officials would tie us up in paperwork, lines and traffic for all the waking hours that we are not industriously earning enough to pay rapacious taxes.  THIS IS INSANITY.  I’m not playing anymore.

Remember when George Bush moronically asserted that IF YOU’RE NOT WITH US, YOU’RE AGAINST US?  That’s not my Jingo Lingo.  If you’re not with me, PERFECTLY understandable — Peace.  But if you work against me, well, then you ARE against me.  If you are not my Friend and you are not Neutral, it stands to Reason that you are my Foe.

Pussy Footers can keep right on pussy footing.  They can spend the rest of their lives at it, but not me.  I don’t know how many years I have left, but I am NOT going to spend them hamstrung by paperwork and penalties.

I reject laws-I-use-the-term-loosely that are contrived by the Governors to protect the Governors from dissent by the Governed.  I WISH Free Speech was “only” my Right.  For better or worse, it is my Responsibility — my DUTY, understand — to energetically exercise Free Speech toward the restoration of Reason to Governance of the United States. 

I reject revenue schemes that compel me unto a comparative SNAIL’S PACE, while Public Servants-I-use-the-term-even-more-loosely jet over the American heartland like modern-day Royalty.  Stipulated, OBVIOUSLY, the criminality of reckless endangerment.  HOWEVER, comma, given the brevity of Life, the Bad Faith of regulations and the ALARMING increase in police brutality, I consider myself not only Free but Prudent to drive as fast as safety permits, and to proceed through traffic lights as traffic permits.  I’ll not waste and simultaneously risk another minute of my life sitting still at a red light when there is NO opposing traffic — an engraved invitation to carjacking.  Sadly, incredibly, it would be gambling-unto-LUNACY to stop for Law Enforcement-emphasis-on-Force on a desolate stretch of highway.  I shall drive to the nearest Truck Stop and present myself to our nation’s Haulers for protection.  MEMO TO SELF: Keep tank above half-full.

If my country’s WHACKED Officials will leave me to my devices, I have a better than average chance of generating income upon which they can levy their festival of taxes.  Win-Win.  If Officials will persecute, prosecute, torment and/or hunt me — FOR LIVING THE DREAM, MY WAY — jeepers, that there constitutes workin’ AGAINST me.  

I am not a Subject or Object.  I am an American.  

It’s still the same old story
The fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by

The first entry on the first day of the first year of a new decade, like so many things, suffers from its own celebrity. Such an august occasion demands such purple prose that the optimal time for their composition could get lost in the shuffle of, well, the first day of the first year of a new decade.

Let that not be a lesson, for it is a lesson already learned.  Let it be a REMINDER that saving/waiting/procrastinating in the name of Best Possible is not even Exercise In Futility.  It is DELUSION.  Let it be a reminder to DO, first, whatever Right thing is right in front of me.  

Without fanfare — hell, without content — I slip this post in before midnight and, voila, I am on track with a resolution to WRITE EVERYDAY.  

It seems like a modest enough goal, eh?  You’d be surprised.  Someone once said to me — I feel certain she was quoting someone else but I can’t remember whom and I daren’t risk a Google Search when midnight bears down as on Cinderella’s glass slippers — that the hardest part of writing is keeping your butt in the chair.

Years and years ago, a literary agent who regularly ate at Cafe Figaro in West Hollywood when I worked as the Night Cashier, confided to me that the secrets to Writing are three: writing, writing and more writing.

Remember back in the elementary school day, when an assignment to write 300-500 words was daunting?  Whereas I typically struggle to bring a blog entry in at under a thousand words, lo and behold, I discover that waiting until the final hour of the day brings it in swiftly, and at well under 500 words.

Good to know.  Short and sweet being generally thought to be Good, less sweetness warrants more brevity.