The Boogeyman

Stop it.

Stop using fear to try and convince me that voting for the lesser of two evils is reasonable.

Stop trying to convince me that some orange goblin is going to destroy our country.

Just.  Stop.

The GOP has drifted off the end of the world. There is no hope left there, so why waste our time?

As for the Democratic Party, Bernie Sanders will concede at the convention.  He will keep his word and not run as an independent, because he is an honorable man.  Then, the DNC will pay lip service to the Progressive ideals brought to the forefront by his campaign.  Finally, they will summarily ignore those ideals and keep drifting to the right – inexorably, unceasingly – in their Quixotic quest to stay relevant.

There is another way… all those independents, progressives, and conservatives who saw the importance of an equitable economy, who recognized that we need to get involved and stay involved to keep our government accountable to us, who long for principled leadership,  and who have seen past the illusion of choice in the two-party system have the opportunity to change how we choose our representatives.  Vote for Jill Stein. It would be monumental.  An intelligent, energetic woman from a third party serving as President and making change and hope a reality.

Maybe it is naive to believe there is enough political energy to allow her to win, but your vote would not be wasted.  By garnering a mere 5%-6% of the vote in most states, the Green Party is given the same advantages of public funding and access afforded to the other two parties.  It can happen for Libertarians, too, or any party that you feel actually represents you and what you value most.  It takes will.  It takes energy.  It takes courage.

You may fear a Presidential candidate who is a bloviating windbag without a shred of political capital, a wealthy dilettante and narcissist who will serve one useless term and be gone when he realizes that leadership is far too much work, a candidate whose own party is repulsed by the Frankenstein’s monster they have created.  The only reason his absurd and ridiculous mental drivel has a soapbox is thanks to the complicity of the media intended to watch out for us. He should have been laughed off the stage months ago, but the infotainment media does love their circuses – and the inevitable ratings that follow.  They’ve built him up into this frightening boogeyman from which we need a savior.  It’s brilliant, really, in it’s singular manipulative way.  But, I don’t fear him.  I don’t think about him at all, because he is truly irrelevant.  Even if he were to become President, he would oversee a four-year term where very little of consequence would change, because we have been headed this direction for over 30 years.

Politics in the US have been shifting economically conservative since 1980.  The Democratic Party decided to sell itself completely to the new captains of finance that erupted from the pustule of President Reagan’s deregulation and militarism binges of the 1980s.  Their betrayal of the people became complete with the financial deregulation and self-destructive (well, to workers and small business, anyway) trade agreements enacted under President Clinton in the 1990s.  Since then, both parties, while serving the only master that matters in this financial Gilded Age – money – snipe and spar over social issues and engage in nation toppling like so many toddlers in a sandbox, rather than battling over issues that have real meaning for families struggling to merely survive.  They throw us the crumbs while they feast.  And you think more of the same is a good idea?  I fear the status quo far more than I fear a reality star turned politician.

The status quo in D.C. serves two things – power and money – that happen to be the two most corrupting forces on earth.  Don’t you think it’s time to change that?

Stop trying to convince me that the 30+ year slide to the right by the Democratic Party isn’t so bad, that their betrayal of workers, the poor, and the vulnerable while they curry the favor of the wealthy and maintain their own power and wealth isn’t hypocrisy of the highest order.  Instead of universal health care, we have the smoke and mirrors of the ACA which still allows catastrophic, long term, and terminal health issues to result in bankruptcy and financial ruin.  It is not a step forward, it is a step sideways.  Instead of addressing environmental concerns head on, we have half-measures that prop up those who would destroy the world around us for their own gain.  Instead of doing the will of the vast majority of citizens and enact real reforms about gun ownership, we cower ineffectually in the face of moneyed lobbyists.  Always money.  Enough, already.

I don’t expect free stuff, I expect better utilization of resources.  We need a government that leads by protecting its most vulnerable, that accepts the rights of all to access quality healthcare, that places more value in people than armies, that doesn’t believe that the ability to pursue justice rests solely in the ability to kill, that recognizes exercising global influence means more than installing puppet governments, that understands that a healthy economy is built from the bottom up.  The Democratic Party has failed miserably in almost all of these, and I refuse to curse us all to more of the same.

My vote goes to Jill Stein, nominee of the Green Party.  We are long overdue to elect a leader who is a woman and we deserve a candidate who we can be proud to call Madam President.


The sudden death of a famous musician is always a time for fans to come together and memorialize and mourn.  What I am seeing and feeling with the loss of Prince Rogers Nelson is something different.  Of course there is sorrow, a feeling of loss, regret for not having seen him in concert, but there is something else – a vibrant outpouring of love, music, and togetherness.  It is more than just shared sorrow, and I could not quite put my finger on it before, but it may be one important physical fact about Prince is why this seems less about loss and more about celebration.

Prince stayed in Minnesota.  Fiercely so.  He was ours and we claimed him with a passion that can only be understood by those who happily endure winters of bone-numbing cold and summers of sweat-drenched heat.  When someone local rises to the level of celebrity, it is a moment of pride for us.  Then, usually, they leave to pursue their dreams.  They escape to the coasts, or to wherever the rich and famous go to be rich and famous.  Prince remained anchored here in a way to which we were not accustomed.  F. Scott Fitzgerald left.  Judy Garland left.   Bob Dylan left.  This mercurial musical genius who had the world worshiping his music, his persona, his energy, not only stayed, but helped define one of the most vibrant music scenes in the nation.

The music.  It was the soundtrack of my teenage years.  And my twenties.  I lost touch with him for a few years as my tastes diverged from his projects at the time.  Then, he started creating some of the most intense rock music of his career with 3RDEYEGIRL.  Wow. He spilled genius like others spilled milk.

As with any genius, he had his eccentricities.  I imagine he reveled in them, and considering his well-known sense of humor, he may even have crafted some just because.  Kevin Smith famously cued us in to some of them, and I suspect Prince could be difficult and strange.  He made music on his own terms, so it is unsurprising that he certainly experienced life on his own terms.  But, he did not submit to the usual downfalls of fame: drugs and alcohol. He was not dogged by scandals.  He apparently had an astounding self-awareness.  He loved Dave Chappelle’s skit about him so much that he used a shot of Chappelle in character on the album cover of his “Breakfast Can Wait” single.

It sounds self-serving to say that he was one of us, but he was.  He was uncompromising, something we northern types admire, even as we politely conform.  He was a brilliant musician.  It turns out he was an incredibly generous philanthropist, something his faith did not allow him to make public.  He was goofy, sensual, intense, enigmatic, fascinating, frustrating, odd, complex, energetic, focused, spiritual.  He was human. He was us. He was a Minnesotan right up to the day he left us.

And he left us some of the best music ever written.

Don’t rest in peace, Prince.  That wasn’t your style.  Funk it up.

Music Dance

Is it even possible to imagine the first human song?

Not the full-throated howl of nature but something new,

Fired in the soul;

No mere mode of communication,

But a plaintive wail against the nothingness of the night,

A joyous burst of celebration,

Intense emotion made tangible only for a moment,

Then dissipating into darkness.

One voice then two now more

Extracting the fear or pain or alone or love or laugh

Distilling it to melody.

How can one explain what music does?

Sound pulses electric from the heart and mind at once

Curls around the feet and head and envelopes from the inside,

Struggles by succumbing, relents by resisting,

Dances in the architecture of each painted moment.

What will be the sound of the last song?

The last music an ear will hear

The last note committed to memory

Defiant, lonesome, aggressively surrendering to silence.



Even the most neglected memory

Covered in cobwebs

Creeps into the edge of consciousness

Unbidden, the uninvited messenger

Of yesterday sent to portend tomorrow

Or like a Dickens spirit subvert it.

That dark corner quarantines the uncomfortable

Needle sharp and blunt force and aching want.

They maraud thoughts, overrun

Stillness and corrupt the heart.

Awaken the soul and read their messages

Carved graffiti on the walls of memory.

Heed the omens of the vicious past or

Curse your forever.

February Morning

It is difficult to dream

When the fog creeps in on cold, heartless calm.

Every breath pulls deeper from the well

Of slow desperation that millstones your hope.

In this uncolored dreamless dawn there is no pulse

No surge, no electric twinge,

Only a day spread out blank before you.

Why My Vote Matters

In 2000, I voted for Ralph Nader, the Green Party candidate.  I and others who chose to do so were excoriated by establishment Democrats who felt our votes had assured victory for George W. Bush.  There were three important reasons I did so.  The first was that the eight years of the Bill Clinton presidency had moved the Democratic party too far to the right for my tastes.  Progressive voices had been shouted down and drowned out as too radical and unrealistic.  The second reason was that if the Green Party, whose positions on issues I found more in line with my values, received enough of the vote in my state (they did, by the way, so my vote made a big difference), they would receive public funding, a vital necessity to compete on a state and national level.  But, the most important reason was because I realized that voting is not a diametric choice.  No one has to settle for voting for one side of the same coin, if they don’t want to.

We have been force-fed the idea that we have to abandon our values and choose between the lesser of two evils in order to maintain the strength of our democracy.  Absolute hogwash!  What benefits democracy is when citizens are allowed to give voice to the issues that matter to them. In absence of any political power, citizens have been forced to organize and protest in order to effect change.  How long would it have taken Civil Rights to become a reality without a powerful chorus of regular citizens forcing politicians to change?  It was not happening through the ballot box, because the values that mattered to African Americans in the 1940s, 1950s and 1960s were not clearly represented by either major party.

The two party system perpetuates the status quo.  It is resistant to any kind of change, no matter how positive.  Oh, there have been times when strong Progressive voices have broken through, but they are blunted by the next flip of the coin that gives power to one set of politicians or the other, not us.  There is little democratic value in having two political parties manipulate and control our entire system of government.

So, when asked the question, “If Bernie Sanders loses the primary, will you vote for the Democratic nominee?”  I will answer with a guilt-free, “No”.  I am NOT a Democrat, nor am I a Republican.  I am a citizen and I choose to support the candidate that I believe in.  If Bernie Sanders is not that candidate, then Dr. Jill Stein will be my second choice.

It is at this point that the daggers come out from many well-meaning friends.  “If you don’t support the Democratic nominee, it’s just like voting Republican!”  No, it isn’t.  It’s voting Green Party.  You cannot shame me into supporting someone who I believe will do little to nothing about issues I find vitally important.  Do I think Hillary Clinton would be a better option than any of the Republican candidates?  Sure.  But this is not a diametric choice, despite those who want you to believe otherwise.  Jill Stein is a better choice for me than anyone other than Bernie Sanders, my first choice.

Democracy requires courage.  It requires the courage to stand on your principles and vote for those who would best represent you. It requires energy to advocate for and support those politicians who you find representative of you.  You won’t always win, but your voice will be heard.

The current system of being limited to voting for one person is one of the main obstacles to reforming the US into a vigorous representative democratic republic.  Ranked voting would be a radical improvement.  In this method, you would choose your first choice, second choice, etc.  This would give a far more accurate representation of what the citizens want, and would make a multiple party system a near certainty.

And if enough people break loose of this myth, if enough people realize that voting for the issues rather than the personality or party is central to a healthy republic, we can change the country, and the world, for the better.

Enter Sandman

Today is brighter than yesterday.  Tomorrow promises even more light.  Sleep is an incredibly underrated but extremely vital component of maintaining mental health.  Sure, you may think you can get by on less sleep, or by switching up your sleeping schedule, but lack of regular sleep can have an immediate and negative impact on you, especially if you are dealing with a mental illness or depression.

Lack of sleep caused by the Gardening Beauty’s recent shoulder injury and the difficulty she sometimes has in shutting down her mind at night has helped deepen this latest low. She had a couple appointments today and now has some medication and some strategies to get her sleeping on a regular sleep pattern, like getting out of bed at 8am regardless of when she went to sleep, in order to recondition her body’s inner clock.  Right now she is sleeping, and that is a small triumph, since she has been unable to get to sleep before 2 or 3 am for the last two weeks, and often has not been able to get to sleep until 5 am, if at all.

My only worry is that she will dream.  Dreams for her tend to be vivid and extremely emotional.  She also has some recurring dreams.  The mind is so very complex and the dreams that are stitched together by our subconscious are most often riddles and quilts and montages.  Not having an explanation for these enigmatic movies in our minds, we struggle to find meaning in them.  Are they signposts or visions? Are they of the future or the past? I currently believe there is little meaning in dreams other than how they give us insight into the almost infinite complexity of human thought and the amazing capacity of the brain. But, I know that is not a widely held belief.  My simple desire is that she experiences some deep REM sleep and that the dreams do not occur as frequently as they have.

Sometimes I struggle to keep positive.  ON those days when it seems like she always puts a negative spin on everything, it can get tiring.  She blames herself.  It is one of the things that keeps many people who experience depression from socializing; they want desperately to be around friends, but they don’t want to bring everyone else down.  Add in anxiety, and you have a toxic soup of doubt and guilt.  It requires patience on those who care most about her.  But, it’s ok to have days when you just can’t deal – we all get to be human.  Just keep understanding that if she could escape from these negative feelings, she would.

I am hopeful.  She is still struggling, but I see this as a major step forward.  Next up is to get some exercise.  We need to walk, and the weather is turning cool.  My favorite time of year!  One day, one step, one more beam of hope.