Not that anyone cares....

It has been about three years since I last wrote something on here. I have continued to write: journaling, etc. Younger people are more comfortable with Twitter and texts these days than actually writing. I am not sure if that makes them the scattered generation. If anything I am on the fringe of both generations.
And read. Just finished Girl in a Band by Kim Gordon.
There are a lot of thoughts going up there. I don't want to write in the traditional, linear sort of way.
I am thinking about evolution and our current political state.
 I thought about something at the gym today that was connected to Jung's concept of synchronicity.
I think all of us are interested in knowing the future. There also seems to be a cine-obsession with time machines (and zombies have taken over vampires for some reason).
What's with all this love for Trump? Is it the media? Why doesn't the GOP like Trump? I think it is interesting to speculate. I never quite got GOP thinking. All the Republicans I know don't like Trump. So, I am perplexed when I have not met a person who could explain what they love about him. I think the next time I talk to someone that is a Trump supporter I will ask them to explain it to me. I am not sure I will get anything rational/logical. I am sure from their point of view it will be.
I like how he is driving a wedge in things. I think sometimes there needs to be earthquakes for things to move. The last eight years have been predictable. I think it is deeper than racism. It reminds me of sports loyalty. Win or lose you are going to root for your team. Does that mean you cannot appreciate someone else's abilities in the sport?
I also think that when people discuss politics they are not looking for the solutions. So where does that leave the future or the state of the world today?

Kids can drive you nuts. This just happened. Like life, a lot of things are unexplainable. You just have to ride things out.

 I am also tired of explaining myself to people. I am not looking to be the most popular person at the party. Let's face it. There are some ignorant people in the world. Maybe, people think that about me. Like I said, I don't care.

I read somewhere that men search for freedom. Women supposedly values communion more (according to Carol Gilligan's work).

There can be a third way: a synthesis of everything. It can be that way in politics, in life...
Not that anyone cares...

Sunday morning

 some conglomerate of collected residue 

leftover from the weekend and our lives

a dream of a pile of Sunday papers 

some aftermath of history

it's a folly of misguided intentions, 

heart palpations from caffeine intoxication

it's a relief from falling numbers

it's being punched in the face

over and over

and drowning your face in 

ice cold water

It is anger at circumstances

and submission to servitude

Pressed Dockers

a throwback to salvation

and societal acceptance

It is crying under the overcast skies

while the crows caw on the tangled

telephone wires overhead

it's "despair" graffiti'd 

on the downward slopes

of the skate park ramp

It is getting back in the ring

and ready to fight

when the bell

dings