The John Mayer Disease.......

I really thought I could avoid this, but i can't. It wouldn't be proper if i didn't address this. I HATE seeing things like this, it bothers me more then just the slip of a pejorative or even the Nappy Headed Hoe thing, this is waaaaaaay more deep then that. Those things you can say...."that white dude just called me a ****** welp. fuck em he's an idiot lets move forward." at least with that you KNOW WHERE THEY STAND FROM THE GET GO. it's in the spirit of all the way ONE HUNNED as it were.

It's another, to sit there and say your personal plight is akin to a COMPLETE STEREOTYPE of a very small portion of a race. DUDE, YOU ARE A BLUE EYED SOUL GUITAR PLAYER PLAYING THE BLUES!!!!!!!, what is wrong with you? that isn't cool. Why would you abuse your privilege of being able to unite people? that means, you are a bigger jerk then what i ever would have thought.

My plight is not greater then anyone else's, and in fact someone else's plight might be greater then anything i could ever imagine or have personally experienced. And my hat is off to you. *tips my NEW ERA fitted* you even fooled THIS WHITE guy. that shit is tough to do my dude, and you did it.

I grew up around HARDCORE racists, and to be honest they are better at being true to themselves then you are or could ever be. They will drop a pejorative at the drop of a hat and not think twice. You spoke your mind freely, and now that you did, you are reeling and dealing to get back to where i thought you might have been.

like my math teacher Mr. Lathrop always said, "mean what you say, and say what you mean" well my dude, you did just that, but now you look like more of an asshole retracting statements, instead of saying. "yeah i said it. could i have said it better, sure, but it doesn't take away from what i said" instead, you take that pussy PR approach and try to apologize for shit you said.

That ish was in an interview, a recorded interview for a printed publication. YOU GET A DUMBFUCK AWARD for that. if you are going to say COMPLETELY INSENSITIVE shit too a lot of people, large scale and INDIVIDUALISTIC, please have the spine to back up what you said.

Sir, you proved a great point in all of this, and unfortunately i don't think its one many would pick up on, right now, but your Faggy Hipster Fans are defending your Idiotic Hipster Logic in all of this shit. You are the true poster child to the HIPSTER movement. i have a personal personal motto for HIPSTERS......

Be Disingenuous To Thine Own Self.

you live up to that phrase more swimmingly now then you ever did before. sheesh, i didn't see it coming, i should have since a good portion of your fans are hipsters anyhow.

There is a saying that you gotta love yourself and that you can never play yourself, but guess what. you played yourself. with no credibility, sincerity or deference to anyone and including yourself, have a sad and lonely existence with all of the Hipsters of the world.

A Fan to the Artist.

The Responsibility.
Is Heavy.
It Might Not.
Be An Uzi.
But.
It Weighs A Ton.
Stop.
And Ponder That.
For A Moment.
You Spit Those Words.
With.
The Reckless Aim.
That An Uzi.
Would Do.
With Hollow Points.
You Toss Them.
And.
Hope They Hit.
Each And Everyone.
Of Us.
And.
They Always Do.
And.
Always Have.
Then Pen.
Has Always.
Been Mightier.
Then Your Overused.
Metaphors.
That Flow Forth.
From The Cannon.
You Call Free Speech.
The Destruction.
Might Not.
Be Visible.
From The Distance.
You Launch Your Cannon.
But.
Know Just This.
The Brains.
Are More Desecrated.
Then.
Afghanistan.
And.
Our Financial System.
More Over.
Our Faith.
In Ourselves.
Is Lost.
You No Longer.
Know What Your Value Is.
For You.
It Might Be A Benz.
But For Others.
It Might Be.
Rent Or A Sandwich.
To Say.
The Things You Have.
Y'all Should All Get Lynched.
N.Y.Oil was right.
And.
So Is Jay..
Y'all Idiots Is Targets.
Garages For Bullets.
Please Don't Make Me.
Park It In Your Upper Level.
Valet A Couple Strays.
From A 38 Special.
Idiot God Bless You.
And.
Thats.
Why I Am Here.
Shoot You.
With Knowledge.
And.
Hope You Die.

Sincere Ignorance

This was an issue that i had with 7-11 just right before i moved and closed on my house. so here you go, this is the email i sent 7-11 corporation, and they have not responded to me, to let me know what was done. i even invited the guy in charge of the case to my house after he responded to me the first time to show him the neighborhood. so here you go.......and that was the title of my complaint was Sincere Ignorance.

Both of these two employees displayed what i fear most and
what Dr. King said is the destroying our lives. "nothing in this world
is more dangerous then sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."

It was nice that the middle aged lady recognized us from the night
before. he have been coming to this location frequently enough for over
last year, and we told her we weren't sure how much we would be back
after this week and she asked why. we told her we were buying a house in
South Pullman.

She immediately had a look of horror on her face, and told us that
people get shot over there all the time. My wife and i kept explaining
to her that this is the good part of the Pullman area, she kept
insisting that drive-bys happen in my neighborhood and i told her that
it was impossible for that to happen right where i lived, she continued
to display an obscene amount of ignorance.

She kept on saying it as though were certain truth, when i asked her to
name the specific area, she could not. She was going off of what the
Police officers have told her that patronize this particular location. I
kept explaining to her that happens literally on the other side of the
tracks, and also happens in Beverly, Morgan Park and even Evergreen
Park. She insisted in her sincere ignorance.

The only reason why she felt comfortable telling us these things is
because we are White. My father-in-law grew up in that area many years
ago and also likes the neighborhood we are moving to. Nothing is ever
perfect and nothing is ever certain, except one thing at the exact
moment.

I will never be back to this location ever again, and i will make sure
that every last person i meet, i tell them not to go to this location.

I let both of the ladies on duty tonight know this after I stepped
outside to get in my car, I kept telling the middle aged lady that I
could not continue this conversation with her.

I step outside of the store to get into the car with my wife, and then i
went back into the store to let them know that i would not ever be back.

The older lady proceeded in her own self righteous sincere ignorance to
tell me, "that's okay you are only one customer." i then told her "i may
be only one, but my influence is many." she continued to say that is
okay.

Well here i am as only one customer, about to post this on the internet
to let those know about this store. So, i just thought i would share it
with you folks first and if nothing is done to rectify this situation, i
will post this on my blog and link it to a lot of different sites.

Marginalization means that none of us are equal.

Sincerely,

Michael P. Bliss

Poem for my Wife

Accepting Mortality.
Scary.
That it is to be.
Sacred to know such truth.
Honoring all of those that passed.
Bee's face the fate of all.
God calls us his.
His we are.
His we will be.
One Day.
Not this Day.
Perhaps.
I Live.
I Love.
Often Over Extrapolated.
I think therefore I am.
Simple.
Life calls.
God Calls.
I Am.
As are you.
Me.
We.
Us.
Eternal.

I remember 9-11

The day of terror was alive and horrible.
I remember feeling sad and confused.
As to why anyone would want to hurt the innocent.
So horribly and with great efficiency.
I was much younger then.
I knew very little of the horrors that we did.
19 years before my time was not my forte.
8 years i grew and began to know.
News began to surface, movies told the stories.
The mighty US began to feel vulnerable.
Suffering from not being well liked.
We did our best to buy happiness and force feed democracy.
All to no gain.
We like to help a touch too late.
We like to help in way that is not just.
Sanctions hurt those, that we mean not.
Powerful corruption hurts those that are destitute.
Inequality breeds the hatred to do evil.
The wealthy exploit to do the deed they never would.
We in turn reciprocate.
In a pompous fashion.
Jesus is mentioned.
To the victor go the spoils.
On our own turf it may be.
Tis a cycle we must end.
At all cost.
The differences are not there.
Just what minds eye perceives.
We Wake.
We Break Fast.
We Drink.
We Laugh.
We Live.
We Love.
We Parish.
C'est la vie.

Single Payer.

Health, Wealth and Love.
Wall Street health care.
Wealth, Greed and Die.
All costs point to no.
All costs point to yes.
Extreme polarization.
Inequality breeds contempt.
Even those that have and do not.
Government acting on the rules of the Lobbyist.
Lies.
Health, Wealth and Love.
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
Wall Street health care.
Decisions for you.
You may not.
Uneducated Rhetoric.
Flows from the mouths.
Fools are they.
Health Care.
Privilege.
Given Right.
Life.
Pursuit of Happiness.
Fallacies remain.
Worlds best Treatment Centers.
Lacking.
Prevention Centers.
Answers remain.
All in a pill.
Wall street run health care.
No Mas.
Single Payer.
I will be.

I Am Home.

In case you were wondering how Daralyn and I's trip went to the Dominican Republic, absolutely amazing to say the least, and not enough words to describe the joy that was this trip. if you want to find out everything, you really need to come visit Daralyn and I to explain all the complexities and awesomeness that was this trip, but i will leave with something i wrote on the Airplane before i landed into Miami from Santo Domingo, and it goes a little something like this.....

Everywhere, folks of all walks of life think that the grass is greener on the other side.
We all believe that truly, to a certain extent.
But, one thing for me, I like to stay planted and rooted in my imperfect yard.
My yard has dandelions, thistles, bare burnt patches, over walked and trampled areas.
Even the occasional bits of refuse that find it's way there.
It's important to get away and experience some else's green grass and the glistening dew.
Admire it's luster.
For a time.
And, think of the blades of grass as an amazing and lush lawn.
For a time.
But.
I love my burnt yard covered in weeds and burnt patches.
Rats and Possums that eat from my garbage can.
All the pollution and silly luxuries that i fill in my life.
But, one thing that remains.
Time spent with loved ones is the greatest gift of all.
Louie Armstrong said it best.
I see friends shaking hands saying "How do you do? They're really saying, I Love You."
Dorthy from Wizard of Oz says "There's no place like home."
Other might say "Home is where the heart is."
And, all three are right.
My heart belongs to God, Me and Daralyn.
So, no matter where I end up as long as God is above, I am alive and Daralyn is by my side.
I Am Home.