Ain’t nobody happy.
The saying is a little different, yet the meaning here is still the same.
And, I ain’t happy. Not for a long time now.
If you had any idea how much the Bluetooth – a generic name – is able to steal from me before I can lay down the law about the wrongdoings, illegal entries, illegal procurements of documents, emails, text messages, thoughts, copyright infringements, not to mention the priceless value of years of a person’s life, you would be outraged.
Any entry into my home other than me – is illegal.
There should not be another person in the WORLD who has a copy of my home or car key. End of discussion.
Ain’t nothing but a thing, chicken wing. This was my response to Beth Hart. I felt it said a great deal about her. She is casual, approachable, and unencumbered with formalities.
Not much different was my response to Joe Bonamassa. He, like Gary Oldman, looked a bit like, is this really gonna work? There is not much to say when I am packing.
I, of course, am at a loss as to why this is such a big deal to everyone.
I know I sing my fool head off on my phone and in my home to unplug my head. I let out when it feels good. Haven’t you ever felt so much you just had to let it out? Same thing.
I am not proud of my singing. I do it because I want to and because I believe I can. However, if I was any good, I wouldn’t be where I am.
Before anyone starts to get any notions about why I did not order pizza from Papa John’s after the visit from part of the Goo Goo Dolls and crew family? As other people are fully aware the last time I was at a Goo Goo Dolls concert at City Walk, Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida, I felt literally green around the gills.
You know, in the movies where – I think there is one in Raiders of The Lost Ark – where the character (Harrison Ford) walks away from the camera and debris and dust form clouds falling away as he walks. This is how I felt.
There were clove cigarettes, cherry cigarettes, tobacco cigarettes, all different flavors of cigarettes, and green smoke. Or, pot. It was a puff, puff, pass…WTF?! I don’t think so. I was so not interested.
My memory of the concert is tainted by the smoke. I barely remember anything else.
Laws have changed since then.
I was going to include this in another piece I wrote while a good man was present, however my Coffee and Breakfast pieces are at a stand still as I am fucking pissed.
Florida was the last state to amend its state constitution allowing women the right to vote. Can you believe that? I can. Guess when this great state decided that perhaps women were smart enough to think on their own and deserved the right to vote? Any guesses?
1971.
You gotta be fucking kidding me?!
I’m sorry, say again?! When did The United States amend the constitution allowing women to vote?
Anyone know?
1920, The Nineteenth Amendment.
Please, can you tell me why it took so long to amend the state constitution? This is not, I repeat, not merely about women being allowed to vote. This makes me angry, and I bring this point up – constantly – because this is about a mindset.
A mentality that is allowed to continue after votes have been counted, marches have been waged, protests have happened, and history has been made on television.
Why is such a mindset allowed to continue?
Why has such a mindset been allowed to continue?
Yes, they changed the constitution – finally.
But, it is not enough.
The acceptance of behaviors and attitudes in our culture must never allow for ignorance, bigotry, and small-minded-ness.
Ever.
Are we, or are we not the greatest country, this United States?
I believe we are.
As long as we believe we all are.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 