First They Came…

THEY CAME FIRST for the Communists,
and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist.
THEN THEY CAME for the Jews,
and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew.
THEN THEY CAME for the trade unionists,
and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist.
THEN THEY CAME for the Catholics,
and I didn’t speak up because I was a Protestant.
and by that time no one was left to speak up.

Martin Niemoeller

You now is me later. Suffering cares for none.

Point a finger out upon the scenery and we’re focusing on an idea. Let’s look upon a better distance. We’ve come so far together. Look where else we can go.

Point a finger at a person and we’re targeting. It’s aggression. A poke. And an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

Since elementary school, I pledged my allegiance from witches stand (still wondering where the brooms at…). Tell me to go back to where I came from and I’m like, “my room??” You ain’t dismissing me.

Strength is not how hard we come down. Strength is how much we can lift up. How much can we lift each other? How strong do we stand by each other? I am here. For if you push, of which we stand.

We’re all one. Together…we can…together…

Seek first to understand.


Not sure why Youtube recommends this stuff to me, but I’ll easily get lost binging tours of modified living vans aka #VanLife. I love a good fantasy. This is not okay. Vans are for trips; short or long…not forever.

Hashtag VanLife and look at the pictures. If you see youthful and beautiful people, they’re on a trip (short or long). If you see children, they’re a family in poverty. If you see no one, they’re FBI. Either way, #VanLife is more than presented.

VanLife is only supposed to be a luxury. You’re on an adventure. Free from commitment, you’re a rev away from your next destination. Pick up and go; you can afford it. It’s a hunt.

After working a conventional job, coming back to sleep upon wheels is poverty.

Don’t glamorize a daily oatmeal and coffee inside a van. Glam me the outer landscape. If you can’t sleep outside the van, there ain’t no glam. You’re f@#$ing broke. This is not okay.

#VanLife sells a dream…a vacation. It’s not okay to change daily diapers in a van down by the river. We’re okay to sleep small. We’re not okay to survive small. I think it’s awesome to sleep in a van to wander the greater landscape. I think it’s shit to sleep in a van to live. We can do better.

I dream of doing best with less. Minimalism and unadulterated freedom is bliss.

Reality is abundance. Reality is commitment. Reality is rooted in the fact that society has excessively given to those who can dream at the expense of those who can only dream. For us living in scarcity, we can only dream.

Is only a dream okay? We live in reality. Where we sleep and how small we sleep is not enough. America is not where you only dream. America is where dreams become reality. America’s not supposed to only sell the dream…Americans create the dream. We live it, through sickness and in health, give me your tired, your poor…because America creates dreams into reality. And we create big. We can create better. No one is too poor to have dignity. Circumstance is not the dream. We must be better…for each other…with each other. Forever.


Of Five Years

I found my last drawing attempt while Marie Kondo’ing the heck out of my place. The sketch is 5 years old…and I haven’t put pencil to paper since.

posted this drawing here 5 years ago

It’s amazing the emotions you travel from simply de-cluttering.

Spring cleaning is filtering memories. And facing, remembering, deciding…is hard. We want to forget. We want to look away. We want to lay in a hammock beside the beach because forgetting is a luxury.

Truth – I bought the pencils happy. I drew this sad.

I’m unfinished. Through life’s ups and downs, we strive. We try. For but a moment, enjoy the growth upon your struggles. Today is the fruits of yesterday.

The Four Minute Mile

Roger Bannister was the first person on record to break the 4-minute mile. It became a psychological breakthrough, demonstrating to all that the feat was possible. The very next year three runners broke the 4-minute mile in a single race. Knowing that it was humanly possible to run a mile in under 4 minutes, people began to train more intelligently to join the club. Now it’s common.

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is today’s political Bannister. Under 30 years old, and she’s breaking barriers. AOC shows that maturity matters in politics…not age. The amount of information and social activity we’re engaged in is exponentially greater than previous generations. AOC has 2.5 million followers on Instagram. She’s entered her political career with far greater influence than any freshman politician prior. We’re training differently.

Amazing. Ain’t about her politics. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez shows focus.

Bill Gates. Warren Buffett. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.

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Role models can have different views…but they all have the same disposition.

Emotional Intelligence

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was getting everyone to believe in “emotional intelligence.” You don’t have it. It doesn’t exist. Only in a self-aggrandizing society which glorifies charisma over character does a notion of intelligence quotients to emotion become a thing.

“Emotional intelligence refers to the ability to identify and manage one’s own emotions, as well as the emotions of others.” (Psychology Today). And, it’s a corporate concept for “I won’t be myself and I’ll help you not be also.”

Identifying emotions is simple. There’s 7 – surprise, fear, disgust, anger, happiness, sadness, and contempt.

You win a million dollars. Surprise. Are you intelligent now?

You jump out of an airplane. Fear. How intelligent is the parachute?

This dog…

Definitely a good boy…but emotionally intelligent or merely responsive?

The expression of these 7 base emotions are an innate universal human behavior. All humans show the same facial expressions for surprise, fear, disgust, anger, happiness, sadness, and contempt. It’s so core to our being that we literally see emotion everywhere:

You see and know emotion at a physiological level. Instinct does not denote intelligence. And there’s no “managing” emotions, neither for oneself or others. We experience. We reflect. We move on.

The major message behind the concept of emotional intelligence should be to incite each other to pay attention again. Learn each other’s stories. Look at each other and experience each other’s happiness. Reflect on each other’s sadness, not your own. Note a moment of contempt and move on. We’re not to manage…we’re to be aware.

I loathe the thought of “emotional intelligence.” It gives false self-confidence and pressures us to hide our emotions as well as manipulate the emotions of others. It makes us unauthentic.