The First of Many

Today is the day. As I write these exact words, it is 12:40PM on 1/23/2025. I am officially a blogger.

Realistically, I'd like to make a post at least once a week. Granted, I'm not sure who on earth is going to take the time to read these- but they'd still be there. At least for myself. So much happens in life that we just never take the time to talk about. I think that's crazy! I feel as though my brain spends 90% of it's time flying into brick walls at a thousand miles an hour. If I could just get a fraction of those thoughts written down... I believe I'd be a lot more functional.

I mean, what's going on in my head right now? Well, I'm thinking about this blog. The millions and millions of words I will pour onto a screen in an attempt to "tetrify" the blocks in my head. I'm thinking about work, how I get out of college at 2 o'clock and have to wait until 4 to clock in. That's some baloney. I can't be mad at my manager for scheduling me so late though. He's a really cool dude. I'm thinking about the lack of gas in my car. Well, not my car. I'm still scooting around in grammas '07 CRV. For over 310,000 miles, she still runs like a beaut! I'm thinking about how our country elected an onion and his Nazi generals into office. I mean, Elon gave the damned Sieg Heil at Trumps inauguration a couple of days ago! Twice!

Now that politics are involved, I can feel my pistons firing. I'm not even that political of a dude. But I'll be damned if I stand here and watch as my brothers and sisters become the victims of fascist rapists. If I had three bullets and every president who ever served in a roo- you get the point. I'm blessed to live in Minnesota. It's one of the few places in this country citizens don't have to fear having the shit kicked out of them for just... existing. I'll be honest. I rooted for Walz when it was announced he would be the VP. I really did want them to win. Was I surprised when they lost? No. Not really. There is no shortage of stupid people in this country. This country... man o' man. I ain't wanna stay.

I'm sure I could go on and on about politics. It's not really going to get me anywhere. Especially in my occupation- I'm the minority. A white guy in the trades that believes in freedom of expression of culture and sexuality? They call me a traitor! I don't hit my wife? Traitor! I don't think of other races as inferior? TRAITOR! Back when I worked in Wisconsin, right across the river, it was real bad. All them old timers comin' through tellin' me who I should vote for. The worst part? All I could do is sit there and nod my head. While this slob of a man rolls around on his scooter, tellin' me how "the left is destroyin' this country!" Yeah, sure they are. Nod, nod, nod. "Anything else I can help you with sir?" Man I ought to have just grabbed a pipe wrench and showed him just how bad we can wreck something.

That's another thing. I'm like, the opposite of violent, and oh boy did I get my ass whooped growing up! My step father was all about the way of the fist, and the boot, and the broom... and... yeah, just about whatever he could get his hands on. Growing up in the middle of nowhere- wasn't much I could do about it. I mean yeah, I knew it was wrong. I knew that beatin' kids was against the law. But when some guy three times your size is sitting there with a gun in his hands tellin' ya bout how you go babblin' and he'd shoot ya. Well, you don't really go babblin', do ya? Anyways, point is, people raised like that tend to carry the torch. At least in my experience. My father was never whooped. He's never put his hands on me, not long as I can remember. Granted he missed out in several other spots, I feel he's a good man in heart. Was just never there to show it.

I've got a friend. I want to write about her specifically because I do not think I have ever felt so much hatred for our species as I did when she told me what's happened to her. If they're reading this, I'm sure they know they are. The amount of times people took advantage of her desire to make others feel good. The amount of times the system failed her when she tried to fight for her own justice. If there was ever a time i felt obligated to be violent, it was then. I didn't much ask her about writing this excerpt, so I don't want to go into specifics. Just know I think of a new way every day to take care of people like that.

See what I mean? Just by writing all of this down, I allowed myself to dive deeper into the topic than I would have just in my own mind. I feel like I never really take the time to expand on any individual thought before dropping it and bringing up the next. Hell! I've only written a fraction of what I mean to write. However, I'm writing a blog, not a novel. I feel like I might have to write a blog a day for the first week or so. There's just so much I want to get off of my chest.

Published 13:31 1/23/2025