A Long Rant on Illegitimate Laws

A legitimate law or rule is timeless. If it has merit today, it will have merit tomorrow.
An illegitimate law means something one minute, is worthless the next.
A law broken means a person is being punished for breaking it. Punishments cause discomfort on varying levels-from being made to take a time out to the death penalty. To suffer everlasting damage from a law that’s no longer in existence is one of life’s sickest cruelties.
I  pray that we become  brave enough to cease being victim to illegitimate laws and the illegitimate lawmakers who dream them up.
It would be a first and most important step to reclaiming self ownership.
What a horror-the realization of some left crippled by punishment. When they look up and see others making their way through life unharmed, indulging in the same “infractions” they themselves were maimed over.
We justify many laws in the name of maintaining ‘civilization’. We don’t tend to argue against the laws seemingly meant to prevent harm to ourselves or others. When it’s our time to ‘pay’, we take our punishments and hobble on without much to say about them. No matter what is taken from or done to us, we seek solace by remembering why the law was established in the first place. If no solace is found , then there’s encouragement from the rest of the herd. If you happen to forget what is right, your neighbor will remember for you.
A law should only exist if it is relevant to each and every day of each and every year, for each and every individual.
A good example would be the laws on killing other human beings without just cause.
Bad examples? It would take too long to lay them all out. I’ll just tackle a law of censorship for now.
Once upon a time, the words we were allowed to say and actions allowed to enact, in media, were highly regulated. We had fictional married couples sleeping in separate bedrooms. If the couple were kissing on the same bed, one foot had to be on the floor. Women weren’t allowed to show their navel, on screen, if their bare midriff made an appearance. As silly as it may seem to us now, that’s how it was. It was  for the “greater good”. There was some kind of notion of not wishing to infect the young, or grown adults for that matter, with salacious thoughts. We wished to consider ourselves better than animals. So, many of us came to accept the “logic” of such law.
Click here for Hays Code censorship
Unless you’re a time traveler, you’re aware that things have changed drastically. I watched the return of a fall TV show recently. Within the first fifteen minutes there was:
-A young daughter giggling about a gift wrapped box of condoms given to her by her mother’s best friend. A wisecrack about small condoms was made and all were chuckling over the unspoken insinuations. I’m sure the image of small penises drifted through the audience minds-making many of them smirk as well.
-chunks of horse feces were shown to plop to the ground as a “funny” response to a character whispering into its ear.

This is a show which dedicated a good portion of a past episode on the term  “Truffle Butter”. Being closer to fifty than fifteen, I went online to see what the online Urban Dictionary had to say to clear up my confusion. I was stunned. My shock came from realizing that a subject so disgusting  could be considered remotely appropriate for an audience of ‘civilized’ human beings. Civilized human beings casually sharing this show with their children, on top of it all.
Before we get into a playground scuffle over my being invited to change channels, I will clarify that I do not condone censorship. I will, however, have something to say about parents who claim their children see no such things on a regular basis with them. This show was nominated for a Best New Show award in recent time..in a TEENS choice award ceremony. With or without us, they have been and are consuming the vilest of the vile. It’s a fact. But. That’s not the issue.
Years ago, people lost jobs, were judged and ostracized for failing to respect the morality laws of iron fisted regulations. Those who simply voiced support for artistic freedom could find themselves living uncomfortable lives at the mercy of the self righteous mob known as general society.
Now…we have depictions of oral sex, masturbation and close ups of glistening sex toys rolling off of beds..on the basic cable. Cuss words with more muscle than the formerly scandalous “Damn” are flowing free and frequent on nearly all shows. In  bigger screen movies, shots such as a close up of feces being wiped from a bare human posterior? Not a problem. The propping of “used” female sanitary items, the bobbing action of a young girls head below the groaning yaw of a lover? It’s “all good” in this society of “mature and realistic adults”.Life is Life, I realize it isn’t pretty all of the time.. if at all. My disgust boils hottest over our hypocrisy. Parents muttering over what their “babies” are being exposed to, in school at the mercy of “irresponsible” teachers. The social media witch-hunts we engage in when someone says something homophobic or allegedly bigoted. Blood vessels burst with folk screaming about how we are affecting our young with the words we speak at home. Yet, crude behavior like adult women (reality show style) cackling in public about carrying vibrators inside of them, we’re supposed to think has no affect on children trying to grow into decent human beings? We’re demonized for smoking around our children or for mistakenly saying the word “Oriental” instead of “Asian”, in our home. However, the message of oral sex being so casual of an act that it isn’t considered “real sex”…lol…that’s perfectly AOK to get out there to our young daughters?

Come on, now.
What changed in the short amount of years between strict enforcement and the current free styling? Did we wake up one morning and decide that the “greater good” of installing morals and etiquette was a worthless endeavor? If that is the case, what were all of those former laws for? Daughters who died in back alley abortions, because they failed to abide by the messages of who and how they were supposed to be and behave. What about them? Husbands who lost their income due to allegedly unpatriotic views spoken at a company dinner. Do we have some kind of financial reparation set aside for their families who were flung into the abyss of poverty (often for ever onward)? Of course not. People are punished, people are forgotten and we continue making our way through a never-ending river of crap legislation.
If it is a law born from the fickle tide of a popular culture, it’s illegitimate.
If the original reason for instituting it is based solely on the will of whoever has the biggest mouth at the time, it’s illegitimate.
The moral habits of passed generations are no longer relevant. Yet, the institution of rule makers remain to continue lording over us with ever-changing sets of rules. It’s as wrong and as ridiculous as anything can be. To even suggest certain laws are necessary for our well being, when they do not exist long enough to be taught from one generation to the other, seems like a twisted game. A game with no obvious purpose other than to better control us. Like we were pets or farm animals.
In closing this long rant of mine, laying aside the censorship theme, I present the case of President Richard Nixon Click here for Nixon’s impeachment and the executions of the Rosenbergs.
They are drops in an ocean of our history of severe punishments from often hypocritical and eventually ignored laws.
While they had broken important laws, no one can deny that similar laws-on deeper levels-are committed in front of our faces constantly. They are met with barely more response than  panel discussions and us grumbling at our TV or computer screens.
Blessed be the day we free ourselves from the illegitimate and petty laws that aren’t worth a damn. Better yet, blessed be the day we cease making them in the first damned place.

Still Vague as Ever

What’s with the constant call to action on awareness and empathy re: ADHD, ASPERGERS and various other disorders?
We can’t even agree on whether cases of autism are actually increasing or whether tech has allowed for increased reporting.
As a dual diagnosed autistic myself, I find myself thinking on this more as  labels are shuffled, seemingly willy nilly-further confusing issues of origin and “treatment.” The “experts” conclusions no less vague than twenty years ago.
Aside from not knowing the cause of ASD or the length of existence, there’s been little to no addressing of the issue of adult ADHD. Most of the attention has been on our children, despite it being a well-known fact that ASD is passed on genetically. To me, that means the gorilla has been “hiding” in the room quite a while longer than what we’ve been led to believe (panic over). That is, if it’s not merely a very normal and very evident set of conditions we’ve managed to live with, all throughout our ever blessed evolution..
From alarmist suspicion over vaccines to citizens being harassed into “acting/thinking right” about these disorders and their ‘sufferers’, we’ve expended too much energy for the raggedy table scraps we have gotten.
One brings attention to an issue for one of a few reasons-
To produce more of it, if it’s good, with the help of those listening to the information.
To eliminate it, if it’s bad. Also, with the help of those who mind the hoopla.
To provide funding, shelter, research, tools…there’s a lot of reasons to bring all sorts of news to the forefront of our minds.
There’s very little I can see being done, besides lip service and flashing of stats over two decades, concerning this “epidemic” of diagnoses.
The following link is CDC’s general addressing of what is now a mega sized disease with several, formally independent, diseases lumped together.
One giant net..with too many holes as far as I’m concerned.
Ayn Rand laid out a prophetic quote, once upon a time.. It concerned potential manipulation by malevolent authority  in order to keep tighter reins on us.
“There’s no way to rule innocent men.
The only power government has is the power to crack down on criminals.
Well, when there aren’t enough criminals, one makes them.
One declares so many things to be a crime
that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws.”
We’ve already allowed unforgivable perversions of our laws to ‘imprison’ us.
It doesn’t take much of a stretch to imagine what will happen to us if we continue to allow illegitimate authorities to define what “normal mentalities” are.
Can you imagine? If just enough of us of us are found to be “mentally deficient”?
Imagine the remaining decisions we won’t be allowed to make. Even the strongest confidences will disintegrate, plagued by what’s “wrong” with us. What pride or dignity isn’t killed off as we’re forced to live under rules meant for criminals, will be finished off as we drown in a collective pool of self doubt, being beat over the head on how we “don’t think or act right.”

Lounge Story 2

 I’ll be lucky if I run into one other person, who knows yet another person who has heard this album “Lounge Story 2”.


CD available here

With pockets of bad popular taste infecting our society (you know it’s the truth), countless numbers of excellent albums, books and movies don’t quite make it to the majority population. It’s a shame, but certainly nothing to lose sleep over.

After all, we are blessed with ample opportunity to make up the difference by sharing them amongst the countless unknown online…like I’ll be doing with the following videos-a few fantastically chic favorites from the album “Lounge Story 2”


Cat Sense?


I’m allergic to their spittle and they look as if they’re up to no good twenty five hours a day. Correction, they are up to no good.

I have a few reasons why I don’t care for cats that much.

However, just because I don’t like them  doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the role they have played as one of mankind’s favorite animals.

Sometimes, I’ve even been struck by a poetic thought over how the terms “elegant” and “alluring” must have been created just for the cat.
I’d never insult anyone for being a cat lover. As a matter of fact, we have a couple of them in the family. I’d sooner throw myself in front of something very large and very fast than deny my child the furry beat of his heart. The cats are well loved.
Occasionally, I’m amused with things like those “all knowing” looks on their faces.
I  think about throwing together  a story about a  cat being smart enough to understand something really simple. Something like knowing that someone voicing an opinion is not an invitation to mock, challenge or berate him or her because of it. A simple common sense understanding, this cat would have,  about all humans being allowed to voice their opinions and thoughts without punishment. Or humiliation. Or fear of any sort.
It would make an interesting tale, to say the least-if a cat knew stuff like that.
I can’t think of much else that would be more interesting, at this moment.

Well, other than the day we finally understand and honor that fact, for ourselves . Now that would be something.

Really love the Memory

“Ooooh oooh wheeeee,

I really love the memory

Of how they sang…yah Yah

The joy they brang”

Yes, it’s to the melody of “Boy from New York City.”. A song I have not ceased humming since age twelve-the time of this video and when my adoration for The Manhattan Transfer began.


MM MMMM..hotter than ever with THE best cover of “Route 66”

Be prepared to place your hands tight upon your face. If you appreciate the significance of  them having had the honor to have sang with, then living, legend Ella Fitzgerald..your cheeks may fly clean off of your face, you may end up smiling that much.


My “Transparent” is back

After enduring an “interesting” year…the return of “Transparent” for season 3= immense relief and reminder that all can be right once more. 😌❤️

The Last Cat Dancer

Few people get to experience a lifetime trifecta of fulfillment like Ron Holiday had-immensely blessed in love, health and occupation.
Also, few people recover after the annihilation of these joys, if they manage to attain them in the first place. Never mind maintaining the courage to retell the tale.
Try to take time to hear his story not too far in the future.

Your achievements will more than likely pale in comparison to what he had built with the loves of his life. However, we’re all vulnerable to soul crushing horrors, at one time or another.
After watching his story, may you grab a little precious something for yourself.
May you be introduced to, or reminded of, the fact that a loving “God” is not the legendary boogeyman of our crippled society. “God” is found in the tender kisses of those who celebrate each ounce of who you are-not who they want you to be. Being told you are loved so many times that you can still hear it when you find yourself alone.
With love like that, all is survivable.

Valentine's Day blank white Hearts

Just Because..

Because I can, that’s why.

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In the meantime, it’s a fun collection of original handmade polyester clay/resin pendants of female torsos that I crafted. What fun it’s going to be birthing the rest of the clan throughout the year, hm?
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