Throwing it away…

This past week, we’ve seen what appears to be the end of LGBTQ rights the way they’ve been perceived in the past 8 years, then end of rights of anyone with brown skin, and anyone who isn’t a part of the Christian faith.

As an Atheist, this last part disturbs me most, but because I’m a human, the others disturb me as well.

What I’ve found most interesting is the people who supported the candidate.

There are people from various ethnicities and faiths, people who I believed were rational, white people whose kids have brown skin and people I considered mired in their Christian faith.

When you people of faith abandon their fellow man, the world isn’t the same, it doesn’t breath the same and the air within it is no longer one of Christ’s teachings.

In my journey to Atheism, I learned more about Christ than Christians, read more of the Quran that most Muslims and gained a peace within myself that faith never gave me.

All people should be treated well, isn’t that what Christ taught?

I’ll keep writing daily to get my words out about what I witnessed this past week and I’ll never give up the fight against a candidate with tyrannical instincts.

 

 

I will not go quietly…


There is a lot  “Shut up, you lost”, “it’s over, just shut up!”

No, that’s not happening.

 I will not go quietly.

I will not sit in the corner and take my medicine.

Every time he does something that goes against the morals I’ve been taught, I will stand up. I will not shut up, I will not hold my tongue.

You can’t tell me to be quiet when the rights of freedom are going to be lost to those with brown skin, those in the LGBTQ community, and those of faiths who are marginalized.

I will not go quietly. I will not stand aside. I will fight with my last breath for those who will be marginalized by the incoming administration.

I will vote, I will stand against the hate of those who fight against me and I will not go quietly.

Keep Moving…

Where the worlds meet, the future lies, and its stark and filled with uncertainty.

Each moment is confused, disturbed, and oftentimes it’s lying a puddle of its own blood.

The future isn’t what we wanted it to be; the darkness has come.

There are moments of clarity, but they’re fleeting and confused.

The coherence of the lost souls, the damaged, and the suddenly derided are lost in the future.

With a contemptuous rage, they spoke and the lost souls will move on, but the rage keeps going? Does it?

In the pain they’ll huddle in the corner and keep moving, the must keep moving…we must keep moving.

Teaching my son, that learns like me…

 

When I was in junior high, I hated school. I dealt with bullies; my grades sucked and whenever I mentioned the bullies to my father, he’d side-step, “how are your grades?”

What I recently realized through watching my son struggle with school is that I may have a learning disability.

He has issues with focus, I do too, but mine isn’t as pronounced as his.

This realization came to when we got his grades and how hard school is for him.

My wife doesn’t understand it because she learns the way teachers teach. I always hated those kids.

School for me was hard. I sat in front of the room, couldn’t have distractions and my son, he’s the the same way.

Now that I’m aware of this, I have to remember how I learned and teach him to learn.

Some teachers don’t care what your issues are; they’re in the classroom to teach those who don’t have the learning issues, this was obvious to me many times in school.

When I had a problem or didn’t’ understand something and asked for help, they acted put out by it, “Why can’t you just learn this?”

I know this is why I read so much as a kid, and still do. It’s the main reason I hide out to get my word count for whatever WiP(Work in Progress) is befuddling me.

Books were my escape from reality; video games are his. It’s his way to escape from the world and problems he’s dealing with, and I guess my wife and I didn’t understand why until now.

I think I wanted him to be more like my wife and get the grades and not struggle, but that’s not the case, and he needs that extra attention.

Do your kids learn like you or your partner?

To Wallow or not to wallow

Every once in a while, we get the chance to do something in our lives that matters and we’re excited about and talk about, then the damn rug is pulled out from under us and we’re sitting in the dirt wondering what the fuck happened.

We have a couple of options at this point:

  1. We can wallow in our own piss and misery.
  2. We can find something else to motivate us and get our ass up and work.

Number one is the easiest, number 2 is where we really learn about who we are, what we want and how hard we’re willing to work for what we want.

The dirt is comfortable and it keeps us closer to the easy life, but it doesn’t do anything to improve who we are.

Getting our ass off the floor and working on our life, that’s the best path, maybe not the easiest, but it is the best.

Dig in, climbs the walls, breach the battlements and steal the damn throne, that’s what we’re made for.