when

 whatever will things be WHEN we get out of this.

let it be known that i've no idea what my future politics are going to look like but that the history of my politics has been left, then right, then center, liberal and conservative, all the books. 

global politics, global networking, global understanding. there are always two days on this one planet at the same time. japan is the greatest civilization the worlds have ever known, so the mayan is the last. spain is the bridge and spanish is the language of modernity. it fits all the bits of conquerer and conquered, bought and sold, and in it's ever unfolding duality, it encompasses the tears, heartbreak and renewal of all planetary dna. you can't vaccinate the diversity out of reverse uniformity. governance of said people is impossible. 

if we must have a government, it could be inferred by a conservative, that a liberal would prefer one that pays you to do nothing, for the inference, watery ambiguities that absolve the sexes, genderifying even the proudest neighborhoods. 

when. the commonality of a past before the internet diverges into quadrillion finite time lines, we were rich, before portable porn phones made real love a commodity, we were smart. we knew and we built our knowledge into future generations that men and women need to exist as distinct, opposite and equal in order to perpetuate and prosper the species. there've always been transexuals at different points and different times, but we're honest enough to set boundaries on children, they're all born perfect in whatever genitalia and chromosome arrangement the soul chose to inhabit. we need to let them become without the trauma of medical reassignments, the bitter not knowing. we know that, to make them strong in their masculinity and their femininity, is not a pissing contest. 

that's why english is over, as boss of the americas. the happy language of harry potter and fan fiction has made a mess of magic. jk rawling should never have inferred or revealed any "preference" even if it ran true in her mind, to the characters that she created out of her language. spawning fake news from fantasy was irresponsible and dim-witted. 

healing 2.0 a letter to my father

 it was great as always, to talk to you, last night, your long silver hair, bushy brows, bright blue eyes, the long deep lines that run to your chin, a face thats been yelling and laughing and singing with closed eyes, i mean, you close your eyes when you sing, and when you speak. but through the ether of the world wide web, as a picture on a screen you're observing both yourself and my face and i see your eyes stay open. 

i binge watched the queen's gambit last night. it's about a chess player. it's a role, a story, at a time when the gods and the ghosts and the worlds collide.

i don't know if we were meant to have this technology yet. it seemed it would be a gift, a reward for having created the most great peace out of the endless wars, the opportunity to stay connected to our gods and ghosts and worlds, not the means to perpetuate pretend wars among the survivors of real wars. today there are many futures depending on where we type.

i remember grandpa banging on his computer with his giant hands, words on screens command no bravery, valor, courage. it's an overactive mumbo jumbo of letters processed by machines to act intelligent. today it's a kid in utah flying a bomber drone over libya. IT, or information technology is killing itself. there is too much predatory dark web and the whole society that's being enriched by it, is complicit. 

i have blogged now for about 15 years. when i started i was angry, said some things, hurt some feelings, inspired others to do the same. amused a few russians, maybe the blog should be taught to the chinese to learn english and to stand up for themselves. maybe i should send my memoir to cousin richard; i've heard he works in printing over there.