Election 24: what were you expecting?

I don’t know who drew this but they’re not wrong

I don’t know what everyone was expecting, honestly.

They (being the other right wing party) did nothing about the train wreck in Palestine, OH (oh wait they did do something: they stopped a strike that would have stopped it from happening). They did fuck all to help the people of Maui after the wildfires and those who were washed outta their homes when the hurricane hit inland North Carolina. They’ve been too busy trying to make the world a more dangerous place, erecting cop cities and funding genocide and trying to tempt Russia into another world war. How could they POSSIBLY make time for us lowly voters?

Not that I like who did win. Trump is a fool given power, a mad clown given the keys to the asylum. I remember his racism and greed running rampant his last term. Democrats should have done something about him after Jan 6! The fact they didn’t arrest him speaks to how they value class solidarity more than the laws of their own country.

And now that democrats snatched defeat from what should have been an easy victory, the finger pointing begins. “Damn those leftists! They ruined it by not bowing to us!” “Damn the working class/black community/Latino community/all those people we couldn’t even consider making promises to/etc ad nauseum!!” Had one call me a white supremacist Nazi for saying “maybe Democrats shouldn’t have made war and genocide a bigger concern than helping anyone.” Cuz Nazis are notoriously anti-genocide, right? And after their amazing campaign building strategy of “ENOJOY THE CAMPS!!”

Democrat outreach from 2016-2024. Gee, wonder why we got tired of this…?

I hope that people will realize now that better things aren’t possible within the system, that we need to work on building links in our communities and work with people instead of politicians and parties. If anything, we need to do that now, because we should have done it twelve years ago.

We need to move beyond parties. We need to move beyond our rotten government. The new world must begin now.

New Sh!t, Same as the Old Sh!t

Holding out for a hero

And getting villains instead

The same run around every 4 years,

Vote for the douche

Or get the turd sandwich.

Remember when voting was different?

Not this damned if you do choice?

I don’t.

I honestly don’t.

Ever since I was young,

We been ruled by a coalition

Of A-holes.

And in a few short weeks,

We will have the same dumb,

Meaningless ritual-

Making the useless choice

Between a douche

And a turd sandwich.

And there will be one winner

And an entire nation of losers.

To be better

To be better.

What is that?

Is it some high off plateau, beyond the reach of mortals?

A mental state of being, accessible through rigorous physical and mental training?

Can it be attained easier than all that?

Maybe it is a series of improvements,

Like updates to a computer operating system.

Maybe it’s like a marathon we have with our past selves-

We run from what we were towards who we want to be.

We will stumble

At times, we will fall,

But the race never ends until we are satisfied.

I wish I could make Peking Duck (a Tale of Culinary Failure)

What foods would you like to make?

When I was young and full of spunk, I had a love of cooking.

That isn’t to say I still don’t cook, but way back when, I was more… experimental with my recipes. I would add extra ingredients to everyday dishes, like putting cooked shrimp and scallops into a tuna casserole, or trying my hand and making homemade pan bread (which didn’t go as well as I had hoped, but that’s another story)

The zenith of my culinary experimentation was also my penultimate failure: making a Peking Duck. I had gotten the ingredients together- hoisin sauce and Asian spices for the Peking sauce, white pepper for seasoning- I couldn’t get the stuff to make the lil pancake things but I was optimistic.

The day to make it came. I followed the instructions, mixed the sauce ingredients, cooked it all for the intended time and to the correct heat setting. I did it all right… and I failed. The duck was way undercooked! The skin was still fatty and gooey when it was supposed to be crispy, the meat was meh, it was embarrassing! If I were cooking for more than two people (my dad and me) it would be a humiliation.

…so, in summation, I would love to do a Peking Duck and do it right this time!

Till next time!

Never give up, never surrender (on your dreams)!

Cyclops from the X-Men, copyright Marvel

I thought I would make this editorial due to the times.

It can seem that in this age where they are shoving AI technologies down our throats meant to make us redundant and obsolete that trying to do anything creative is a meaningless exercise that will only end in failure and heartache. But I believe that the times being what they are make being creative more important and vital to society.

They want these technologies, not us! AI as it is now is worthless as an endeavor-it gives bad answers, soaks water like a sponge and uses more energy than the sun. But those in power do not want to hear us, but to make us feel voiceless, to make us weak and dependent on them. Nothing can be more sadistic than a person who wants to make you live on your knees.

But I am not here to wax about the tyrants above, dear friends. I am here to give hope, and hope comes with some truths to it, namely:

JRR Tolkien didn’t write the Hobbit till he was 45.

Bram Stoker wrote Dracula at age 50.

Mark Twain didn’t write Huckleberry Finn till he was 49.

Jack Kirby (the man Stan Lee got his best characters from) made Marvel what it was when he was in his 40s, then did the same at DC ( lhe got royally screwed by both companies in terms of licensing for the characters he made but his legacy remains).

The point of all this is it is never too late. Never too late to realize your ambitions. Keep going. You will have moments of doubt, you will have moments of failure, you will even have moments where you think of quitting. BUT KEEP GOING. You will realize your worth if you do.

Not that the system will make it easy-between job hunting, chores and upkeep and economic woes you will be challenged by the world within and without. But once again, keep going. And do not feel that just because you haven’t made it with the greats that you have failed, either! There’s no failure in creativity. A work of art is its own reward.

That’s all for today. Till next time, everyone!

We shoot horses for less

Religions make claims of peace while wading in the blood of others,

Saying theirs is the word and law of the sky man, who isn’t the other sky man.

They never talk about how the sky men all have similar names-that’s heresy, punishable by death.

Politicians claim to work for the people, their pockets fat with corporate money,

Their futures and security more certain with every law they make for their true masters.

Never mind those who vote starving, dying of preventable diseases-they’re probably fake, or foreign agents.

Now, people say we should obey these charlatans,

Listen to their every word, believe their every lie. We should never fight these sick men.

Even though we shoot horses for less.

We shoot horses for less.

We shoot fucking horses for less

Why I don’t celebrate Mother’s Day

As the calendar goes along, we all eventually find ourselves on the day where we are supposed to celebrate moms. It should be a good, joyous occasion, full of family get-togethers and praising of the work our mothers do and did for us in the years gone by and all that they will do for us in the years to come.

But I can’t, because I never had a mother worth celebrating.

My mother was bad, when she was there. Usually she was traveling around for work and we were left to our own devices for things like homework and dinner-our parents divorced early on, due to her having an affair and outright refusing to fix the situation with dad. When she was home, her time was spent screaming at us about the state of the house. It was always never clean enough, no matter what. She’d scream at us and throw things and get so mad and we took it, because according to her, living with dad was a punishment. At least it seemed that way when she threatened to send us there.

Half the time I lived with her she was screaming mad and the other half she was bemoaning her position in life. When I was eventually cast out (I said “no” to her once) I tried to keep the relationship going and would go see her when she saw fit to see me, which wasn’t very often. One such time, not soon after the casting, she used her time with me to tell a sad pathetic tale of how poor she was and how she could barely take care of the siblings who were left-a little manipulation of the heart strings. It was funny in retrospect as she had not long before gone to my psychiatrist to tell her what a bad son I was. She loved manipulating people. It was the only thing she loved.

Now, years after I finally cut her out of my life, she is trying to reconnect. “Call me,” she says. “Look at this and remember me” she says. I remember well enough. I remember the last thing she ever said to me, sent via text after I caught her talking ill of me on Facebook:

Kiss my ass.

And all that is why I can’t celebrate today.

Update on the state of Studio Creativ

I must start by apologizing. I haven’t been around on here too often, but there are reasons for that.

A few months ago, a friend approached me on writing a comic book-an idea he has had since his college days. I been working on that and collaborating with him while he is struggling with the side effects of some insulin injections. It has been a busy few months.

I haven’t forgotten totally about this site though! Working on some stories for here. I know most of you don’t come here for my shitty poetry and I am gonna divert from that to some more story focused works. Heard WordPress is teaming up with an AI firm so I am kinda torn between writing more and abandoning the site altogether…

Well, till next time.