for the record, charity

I don’t think charity is necessarily a negative or that it’s always motivated by selfishness.

My personal opinion is that all charities should exist to solve a problem (solve, not just mitigate), then close up shop and let donations flow elsewhere.

Where money is involved, there will be corruption. That’s an inescapable fact of money.

Where exists the possibility for greed, there will be greed. And greed has no place in charity or kindness.

That’s the point I’m getting at – after all. the Trump family runs numerous charities and we all know they don’t give a shit about anybody but themselves.

Solve the problem and get out. Exist only on what you need to exist; make sure the bulk goes where it’s needed, not where it’s desired.

And remember – kindness need not cost a damn thing.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1617 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea, Jules Verne
Comics: Dynamo 5 14, Brit v2 5-6, Noble Causes 34 (reading this version of Brit makes me feel like I'm having a stroke; or the writer is having a stroke, or the writer's first language isn't English, and has used 2006 Google translate to create the English dialogue.  The sentences don't even make sense, and if it's for effect, the effect is unintelligible pseudo-babble.)
Music: Frankenchrist, Dead Kennedys (okay, Frank Turner on hold, getting too into it)

charity

Is charity the same as kindness? It certainly can be.

It can also be a way of keeping people dependent. Or making oneself look good at the expense of someone else’s suffering.

Is charity truly kindness, or does that depend entirely on circumstances?

Certainly, there are hundreds of charities that exist solely to be someone’s write-off, a billionaire’s scam, a business where the CEO still pays themselves like a Fortune 500 CEO (see Way, United).

An act of kindness does not have to be charity.

It does not even have to be nice. Sometimes, the greatest kindness is telling someone a hard truth. It may not seem kind, but lying to them, or allowing them to continue to live a lie is far more cruel.

Sometimes, the kindness is in saying nothing at all.

Sometimes, it’s not helping at all. Letting someone find her own way.

Sometimes, charity is another word for condescension. Another word for oppression.

Another word for kindness.

Context and perspective are everything.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 570 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea, Jules Verne (here we go again with the cannibals)
Comics: Noble Causes 32-33, Dynamo 5 12-13
Music: Undefeated, Frank Turner

here’s the problem

And here’s why it so enervating and dangerous.

Accusations of sexual assault are serious – they need to be treated with seriousness, while maintaining the assumption of innocent until proven guilty for the accused. Balance is required.

However, in our hyper partisan, hyper sensitive climate, even the whiff of an accusation can sink a lefty, mostly because the left actually cares about these things. The right doesn’t, as their overwhelming protectiveness of a known rapist and very likely pedophile attests.

Establishment Democrats know this. They know that there doesn’t need to be any reality behind the accusations. That used to matter; Trump taught them that it no longer makes a difference. The accusation is enough. People still think Haitians were eating people’s pets in Ohio, despite the fact that it was an obvious fabrication.

A true progressive, whose message resonated with what most people want these days, won overwhelmingly in Maine. That’s bad for Democratic donors, and the “middle-of-the-road”, centrist Democrats, which is code for corporate sellouts fighting for billionaires and not people.

So, they come up with scandal after scandal against a grassroots campaigner and strong communicator with a message that really hits home for an overwhelming majority. None of it sticks. He addresses things head-on, apologizes, and to me, shows what we want out of people in reality (or should – many lefties want condemnation and eternal torture, not growth and compassion). He wins with seventy-three percent of the vote – an unprecedented asskicking for establishment politics.

In comes the sexual assault accusation. For years, the left has crowed about believing victims, forgetting about the presumption of innocence. For them to suddenly call for sanity and level heads and waiting for actual facts would seem hypocritical, even though it’s clearly the right thing to do.

The timing, like the last batch of scandals, is convenient; an establishment Hail Mary.

And here’s the thing. If it’s true, I hope they charge him and prosecute fully. If it’s not, I hope he sues the pants off her and the DNC.

But ultimately, it doesn’t matter. True or not, it makes no difference – it took him out as a candidate, and gave the DNC a way to wiggle back in their billionaire friendly candidate, who will lose and possibly doom the whole country by losing the Senate. They’d rather lose and keep their corporate donors happy than save the country from fascism.

And there’s the rub. Because the other thing that’s true, and that all of a sudden, a lot of people who are pissed about the timing and convenience of all this are realizing, is that centrist Dems do not care about them – they care about billionaires. For as much as they talk about being for the people, this makes it incredibly clear.

They absolutely do not. They do not respect the democratic process, and their overuse of the words “open and transparent” when talking about the new race for their candidate suggests that they’re monstrously overcompensating for the fact that they’re about to screw three-hundred million people.

So, what now?

New parties? Republicans are fascists, and Democrats so blatantly corrupt that their hypocrisy is now revealed. They are not just the Chamberlain to Trump’s Hitler. They’re fucking Mussolini.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2254 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Wizard At Large, Terry Brooks
Comics: The Pact 4, Invincible 29-30, Noble Causes 19
Music: Fortune Faded, Red Hot Chili Peppers

i have thoughts

I have to organize them, because the political climate automatically stigmatizes certain things, which is why certain allegations will always kill a campaign, regardless of truth, unless you’re a Republican, in which child rape is apparently still not the boundary of disqualification.

However, I want to say it right, because there are important conversations to be had around consent, around the presumption of guilt, and on the growing conclusion that the core of the Democratic establishment is, in fact, little better than their Republican counterparts, and needs to be ousted just as decisively as any and all Republicans.

Perhaps new parties are needed.

Certainly, it seems that way to me.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1156 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Enchanter's End Game, David Eddings
Comics: Noble Causes 14-16, Invincible 27
Music: Forgiveness Rock Record, Broken Social Scene

too much anger

Not just in the world, but in me.

I’m angry at the world’s situation.

I’m angry at myself, for wasting so much time.

I’m angry at myself, for not being a better man.

I’m angry at circumstances beyond my control.

I’m angry at being blamed for things I didn’t even do, and never would.

I’m angry at greed.

I’m angry at corruption.

I’m angry at myself for allowing depression to dictate the terms of my life.

I’m angry at other people, for constantly invading my time and space.

I’m angry, because I’m not nice enough, and because I cannot be less nice.

I’m angry at my own frustation.

I’m angry, again, at my inability to change any of this.

I’m angry at my inertia.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1818 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Definitely Dead, Charlaine Harris
Comics: Noble Causes 8-9, Invincible 21-22
Music: For Those About To Rock, AC/DC

4th of bored with you

Seriously, we’ve put up with American ego for far too long.

You’re not exceptional; you’re delusional.

You love to make yourself out to be somehow better than the rest of the world, but that’s your obsession with ego talking – and that’s not just the deluded morons on the right. Mamdani spoke of American exceptionalism just this week, and he’s Lefty McLefterson.

You are not the greatest thing since sliced bread; your history actually demonstrates a great deal of the opposite.

Constant war. Constant hatred. Constant abuse of those least able to defend themselves. Constant rape of the planet in the name of shareholders.

As far as I’m concerned, we’re over it.

Time to move on, and find some humility to emulate in this world, instead of American ego-driven bullshit.

Out.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1564 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Definitely Dead, Charlaine Harris
Comics: Noble Causes 5-7, Invincible 20
Music: For My Friends, Blind Melon

le canada

C’est mon pays.

Ce n’est pas parfait, et Pierre Poilievre est une grand fléau sur le paysage, mais je l’adore.

C’est tout.

Bonjour et bon soir, mes amis.

Tout va être bien, j’espère.

Objectif: 1600 mots
Écrit: 1589 mots, roman: Père Foudre

Lis: Gregor And The Code Of Claw, Suzanne Collins (I give up)
Bandes Dessinées: Invincible 13-15, Noble Causes 1
Musique: Footloose (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), Various, but mostly Kenny Loggins, duh


i hate being that guy

Look, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the best way to live, but in my experience, the folks who are loudest about how you should live, are often the weakest in actually following through with that.

Those who are living the way they want generally don’t crow about it; they offer humble notes that they put out there and if someone takes inspiration from it, great. If not, well, that has little bearing on how the first person’s life continues to go.

They’ve figured it out. Those saying, “behave this way!” are often not behaving that way.

(See Tolle, Eckhart, Robbins, Tony and Trump, Donald)

So when I post be kind eighteen times, it’s a much a reminder to myself as it is anything. I don’t feel like I’m being very kind these days.

I’m very empathetic. Of that, there’s no doubt. I feel the weight of the world and everyone else’s emotional state keenly.

The problem is that I don’t act on it. I don’t offer to listen, or demonstrate compassion, or help out in any way.

I sit back. I evaluate. I judge. I know what I should be doing, but I don’t.

I make excuses about needing to handle my own stressors first; but maybe that’s just a cop-out.

Depression as procrastination for engaging with life and other people

(It certainly kills my drive to put myself out there.)

Anyway, that’s my thought for the day. Start small, do a few good things for the people you love. Then, world peace and the end of hunger.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2043 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: 100 Side Hustles: Unexpected Idea For Making Extra Money Without Quitting Your Day Job, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: Tech Jacket 6, Invincible 4-5, Brit 1
Music: Foo Fighters Essentials, Foo Fighters (it's been a few foo foo kind of days)

trying to remember kindness

This is a tough world in which to focus on kindness. I try to, but my frustration with our current political climate and people’s unfortunate behaviour makes it difficult to find sympathy.

It’s very easy to retreat.

Crippling depression and overwhelming stress doesn’t help. When one is in crisis, doing the extra for others seems a step too far.

But perhaps that’s when we need it most.

(What we really need is for someone to show us the same grace in return, but let’s face it – this isn’t that kind of world, and that’s a rare act.)

As someone who has dealt extensively with depression, I can confidently say that most kindness is tempered by judgment.

Oh, I’m so sorry, honey, maybe you should just buck up.

I feel you and what you’re going through, but maybe if you weren’t depressed, you wouldn’t have this problem (no shit, Sherlock).

He’s having a hard time, but he brought it on himself.

Etc., etc.

Do not temper your kindness with judgment; just be there. Give the hug. Hold the hand. Help clean up. Make a casserole.

Listen. Don’t be a jerk.

After all, better out than in, and judgment forces the latter, intentionally or otherwise.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1354 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Night Shift, Stephen King
Comics: Voodoo v2 12, 0, Grifter v3 0, 13
Music: Flood, They Might Be Giants

toxic masculinity

There’s nothing wrong with strength, but posturing is never truly the mark of a strong man.

Indeed, kindness, compassion, sober second thought – the ability to see perspective and to act on a combination of conviction and data (never blinding oneself to what is for the sake of dogmatic ideals) – these are the hallmarks of a strong person.

Those who would sublimate themselves in order to help someone in need.

Those who show kindness to anyone who needs it.

Those who would stand up for those that need their help, regardless of the consequences to oneself, in the face of the laughing masses.

That’s fucking strength. That’s “masculine” (and really – it’s everyone. Nothing in this precludes anyone of any gender to be any of this – good and bad).

Anyway, that’s my point.

It takes more courage and strength to be soft and kind than it does to put up walls and pretend to be hard (and if you’re truly hard, well, then, why would we venerate you? As the Tao puts it – the hard and stiff are disciples of death; the supple and flexible are those of life.)

(Paraphrased, obviously.)

Corpses are rigid, and only move at the whim of others as they decay.

Life moves in an intricate dance, wills and choice mingling, and isn’t it better to dance well with your partners, than do the meathead thing and forget that a mosh pit isn’t sanctioned bullying; it’s energetic celebration.

Kindness isn’t toxic; neither is it feminine.

It’s human, and a fully obtainable ideal.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1130 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Night Shift, Stephen King
Comics: Voodoo v2 10-11, Grifter v3 11-12
Music: Flogging Molly, Flogging Molly (floggingmollyfloggingmolly)