Friday, June 16, 2017

The Want To Be Liked....

is the worse vice in the world.

Popularity does not equal competency.

Not even close.

To become comfortable with being unpopular, taking unpopular positions, is the most freeing activity you can do.

My Father always said: Son, speak truth to power.

Speak truth to power.

Be competent and speak truth to power.




Thursday, June 1, 2017

Morning Radio: The Full Dose

Thursday.

On point.

On the move.

I've never been afraid of True Evil.  I've looked True Evil in the eyes a couple of times and wrestled with it. I've won my share of those fights too.  I tried to reason with True Evil a few times and made headway a time or two.

But usually True Evil is hardheaded and just does what it wants to do.

No, I'm not afraid of True Evil.

I'm afraid of True Evil's posse.

You see True Evil does have values.  Those values may not be the same as yours or mine, but values nonetheless.  Bad, bad values.

But True Evil's posse ain't got no values at all.  No moral compass.  Their just mean without knowing why their being mean.  Got no purpose in being nasty, other than to be nasty for nasty's sake.

Somebody once told me that a bite from a baby rattlesnake can do more hurt than a bite from a big one.  Something about a baby rattler not knowing how to control his own venom.  The baby rattler can't measure the poison out correctly so they end up releasing all they got.  

So when they bite, you get the full dose so to speak.

I don't know if that's true, it's just something I've heard.

Up a ways from me, up north a county or two, there lives True Evil.  And a bunch of baby rattlers all around the yard.  Just squirreling all over the place.  Waiting to bite anything that comes hopping along, not knowing what their biting, who their biting, where their biting, but biting just the same.

Emptying the full dose.

Hell, you won't believe me, but the baby rattlers even have babies of their own now.  And the grandbaby rattlers are even worse than the baby ones.

I don't blame True Evil.  No, I blame True Good.  You see True Good had Evil in their sights, all lined up and ready to go.  But True Good let Evil get away.  To live another day. To continue wrecking havoc on good folks.

True Evil sits on a mound of dirt up there with all those baby rattlers keeping watch below the mound.  Those baby rattlers just biting anything that moves or comes close to the mound.  

And True Evil just sits up there on that pile of dirt, saving up all of his venom, just waiting to strike.  

Meditating on how to let his instincts go, to revert back to when he was a baby rattler, so when he gets the chance to bite he can empty......the full dose.  

Hell, even he knows you gotta unlearn some things sometime.

He flicks that tongue out and measures which way the wind blows.  Where is danger?  Is True Good comin' back around?  Are they gonna take their boot off my neck again or are they gonna hold it down this time?

Does he thank True Good for the grace they showed him last time around? 

No.  

He thinks: Suckers.

And those baby rattlers, well sometimes every now and then, in all their biting at anything that moves, they end up biting one of their own.






Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Morning Radio: Harp

Tuesday.

On point.

Stationary.

The reef looked harsh.

And she was swimming in that direction.

But she knew her sea, she knew the waters.

She knew the shore.

I did not see her until she appeared.

Popped completely out of the water.  Right at the tide's most complete push.

Taking off the apparatus.

Her face beaming.

What a morning she said. What a morning!




Sunday, May 28, 2017

Top Ten Favorite Albums: #6 Public Enemy: Yo! Bum Rush the Show

The cool kids will yawn and say there were much better hip-hop/rap albums.

They're right and wrong at the same time.

It was the timing in addition to the music.

The siren wails.  The powerful voice.  The hype man.  Professor Griff.

We all knew it was coming.  No surprise.  We just didn't know it was going to live up to all the expectations.

And then some!

The cover was different.  Where were the bright colors?  The cartoony fonts?  The campy graphics?

No, maybe this was a revolution.

Where Schoolly D and BDP had done some recon, Public Enemy was blasting through.

With tanks and bazookas.

Yo! Bum Rush The Show.

#6






Morning Radio: Sunday

Walking on the back paths.

Toward the Texas state line.

Toward the big letters that spell out Hobbs.

Rabbits jumping everywhere.

Some now as big as they ever will be.

Cars whistling by.

Head down.

Headphones on.

There'a a dampness to the air.

Feels velvet.


Friday, May 26, 2017


Best Short Ribs In The World!

Morning Radio: N.O.

Friday.

Pass all the moss, everglades, and swamp.

Pass the statue in the garden, at the narrow end of the valley.

Pass the old metal bench, overgrown now with rust.

The stepping rocks.

Pass the sound of the creek softly washing up against the bank and the pebbles and stones.

Pass all of this.

Then there will be a path.

Follow the path.