Run This Up Your Fucking Flagpole

Which used to be called Decoration Day…until 1971 and the height of the Vietnam War (conflict as it was called) when it was made a Federal holiday…when we had a new 58,000 or so dead to memorialize.

A day steeped in history as a day to honor and celebrate those who lost their lives serving our country in the Military. The fighting for freedom folks who presumably were doing their duty for the good of all.

In some ways, I think that is true. In other ways, I think way too many have died for senseless reasons. And most of the time for Cent-less reasons. Cent-less to those who perished. Big profits for those who drive the train of what is called ‘for the protection of all’.

Bullshit.

Am I unpatriotic? Yep, by some standards. Certainly by the standard of just being plain ass tired of watching families torn apart by some profit driven war. All families. Not just the ones coming from US shores, but families all over this dirt and water covered ball we call home.

By 1972 I had pretty much lost my faith in and my taste for how our supposed democracy functions. It’s never really been about “for the people” – it’s all about “for the profit”

So this Memorial day and each day really. I honor and celebrate the wars that go on daily. The wars and its victims no one celebrates. The humans who have to fight just to breathe, to live…and now..just to fucking pee.

It’s going backwards. History is about to repeat itself in the thinking and actions that humanitarian violence and crimes against each other is somehow OK. Laws are being made that once again separates us. Labels us. Divides us. Somehow, we’ve managed to integrate biblical passages written by a bunch of guys in dresses into our State and Local and sometimes Federal laws. Really? If truly, that book is read and followed to the letter (and no, you can’t skip pages and passages to ease your own guilt and behavior) then Stephen King has nothing on that bunch. Get a fucking clue folks. Most of the rhetoric and the fear inducing crap is a money maker. Churches rake it in on fear that children aren’t safe in bathrooms. Politicians rake it in promising they will ‘by God make it safe’. Gun lobbies and manufactures love this stuff. It’s the stuff huge profits are made of. Media outlets use fear producing articles, letters to raise viewers and readers. More readers mean more money in advertising. Fear makes money. Lots of it.

The other thing fear does is make people stupid. Somewhere along the line fearful people stopped all brain activity and stop thinking. They just start reacting to what they hear and what the Pre-Stephen King big book of fear tell them to think. Along with every ad, preacher and politician. They mostly discuss this at Red Lobster dripping in hair dye and acrylic nails while dipping their lobster and pointing at.. in hushed whispers… the other folks eating who may be a bit different from them.

The latest fear DuJuor and money maker..is well, related to ones ‘money maker’ as it were…and where you should plop it down or hang it out..and if you plop or hang in the wrong place in order to pee, you now run the risk of being shot or maimed as one such Marti expounded on in a local paper. Yup, by God(dess), she is the bathroom parts police and will shoot to kill if she deems you in the wrong place to pee. BTW, Ms S. …the bible has some sort of rule that you go outside the village, dig a hole, hike your dress and bury it all when done. Males and Females same dress. Same desert.

Marti Suchsland – Gunslingin’ for Transgendered

This particular Martha is the poster child of stupid. With her ‘cut hair’ (big Bible NO-NO), her mens (by todays standard) clothing, who knows? She may be ‘strapping on’ more than her 9mm. May be just huge classic example of penis envy. At any rate, her fear bullshit runs rampant. I am not all that concerned with her..but more with the 1000’s of others that are her friends and comrades, and share her delusional thoughts. The ones we haven’t seen the pictures of. The ones who hide like cockroaches and by the time you see them, it’s too late. They have ravaged and destroyed..all in the name of law or some sort of whacked out, money producing biblical interpretation.

Labels are for food ingredients. Not for people. We all share but one label. Human. Like each plant or tree of the same variety..we all have different characteristics. The end.

Peeing one place or another does not make one a deviant. Loving someone of your same gender does not make one a deviant. Surgically matching ones parts with their inner emotional being does not make one a deviant. Genitalia is only a useful body part. Like ears Marti. …well, maybe not YOUR ears…they seem to be tuned into the wrong station. Ears are a body part that has 120 acupuncture points…and are one of the most sexual enhancing, stimulating body part. Will you and your ‘packing’ gang start shooting people with ears as they might be prone to sexual deviancy when peeing?

Somewhere along the line the labels have to stop. All of them. We are human. We hurt. We laugh. We love. We bleed. All the same. I will grant you that some folks seem to be born without compassion, a moral compass, or a conscious…and some seem to just enjoy living without those things. But those things are not about love and sexuality.

Will there come a time when the focus is on and laws and punishments are truly carried out for the church going, bible loving, political leaders, and the men that rape, molest, murder our mothers, daughters, sons, sisters, wives? Why is it now dangerous for a ball cap wearing, no hair, chemo recover-ee woman to pee but it’s still ok for a serial rapist to minister at a church and sing at music shows? Priorities are amiss. Good old boys are free to wander in our midst. Start shooting them you pistol packing idiots. There’s plenty. But you, like all the other spineless bastards who carry more ammo than love, compassion, and understanding will always condone that biblical activity of rape and molestation. Priorities motherfuckers, priorities.

Labels divide. They separate. They create fear. They loathe. They kill…either by weapon or by the soul.

Let’s see….labels I have had. In the 60’s I was having sex with girls. In the late 60’s I was having sex with boys and girls. Some were black which got me the coveted “N” lover label. The early 70’s was more boys and girls of every color and nationality. Iraqis, Pakistanis were a favorite city park fuck of the afternoon aka the ‘Henry Kissinger fuck . Mid 70’s…more girls, more boys. Sometimes piles of girls and boys. Yes, it was a make love, not war kind of time. I liked that. Made more sense than the hate of today. And some 40 years later I will love whom my heart chooses and pee where I fucking want.

I’ve been raped. By men and by women. I’ve been molested by a family member…goddess love his Trump loving, church going, queer hating, child molesting, brotherly ass. I’ve had my heart broken by men, more by women. I broken some hearts too.

So other than slut, whore, “N” lover, queer or ‘you probably asked for it’… what label would you assign me? And business wise I am pretty shrewd. I bring people together for the mutual benefit and satisfaction of what each desire. I’m a fixer. A doer. So add Pimp to my labels.

I know a couple of women who have accepted the label of society of trans whom I love dearly. They are different from me. One is a helluva lot taller and the other a helluva lot younger than me…and they have different hair, eye color and skin tones from me. Hawthorne and Roxie, I love you. Well, I kind of hate the fact that Roxie can reach shit that I have to scramble on a countertop to get and that Hawthorne’s ass still resembles a rock and my own is just an example that gravity does exist, but other than that I see no difference in our hearts, our loving souls and how we bleed. Know without a doubt I will have your back or any other body part.. should you find yourself in any danger..anywhere, anytime from the likes of the fear mongering ‘packers’ – and the same goes for anyone else that I haven’t named..friend or stranger.. who I see being abused verbally or physically in any manner over anything. This aging, petite, long haired seeker of love does not nor will not put up with degradation based on some sort of society imposed label. That is not a threat. Simply a promise. I can’t keep up with all the new labels…so just leave it that if you are breathing and a mammal or at least have limbs even if they are fins..I will protect your right to not be abused. I draw the line at snakes…either the slithering in the grass sort or the 2 legged slithering and striking at others kind. You’re on your own and beware of my shovel or 12 gauge.