Botton-up vs. Top-down

I am a part of a lost generation

and I refuse to believe that

I can change the world

I realize this may be a 

shock but

“Happiness comes from within.”

is a lie, and

“Money will make me happy.”

So in 30 years I will tell my children

they are not the most important thing in my life

My employer will know that

I have my priorities straight because

work

is more important than

family

I tell you this

Once upon a time

Families stayed together

but this will not be true in my era

This is a quick fix society

Experts tell me

30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce

I do not concede that

I will live in a country of my own making

In the future

Environmental destruction will be the norm

No longer can it be said that

My peers and I care about this earth

It will be evident that

My generation is apathetic and lethargic

It is foolish to presume that

There is hope.

My Favorite President

Enough sense to run a country, enough wit to keep it interesting.

Communism?

I've always had very wavering views on communism, what I was lead to believe and how I feel. Communism a sociopolitical movement that aims for a classless and stateless society structured upon common ownership of the means of production, free access to articles of consumption, and the end of wage labour and private property in the means of production and real estate. Is there something wrong with me when I say this sounds ideal? I know, I'm not clueless. Plenty of attempts to successfully run a communist country have been very unsuccessful. Still, seems to me like a beautiful idea. Everyone working for what the love, pushed by intrinsic motivation. No one is poor or rich. Each assigned a home to live in, every night food on the table and clothes to wear. All are educated and employed. 

A Day Well Spent

Get on the bus.

A Life Lesson

Support Small Businesses As comforting as it is to be able to walk into your local Tedeschi, 7 Eleven, or Cumberland Farms and buy a bar of chocolate or a carton of eggs, drive a little further down the road. Once you've encountered the pain-chipping, farm-like, dead-beat sad excuse for a convienece store, you have reached your destination. March proudly past the flickering OPEN sign, through the door that jingles when you open it, take a little longer finding what you're looking for in the dim lit isle and check-out by the nice Indian man with the thick accent. Take a deep breath and smile as the jingling door closes behind you. Why? Because what you don't know is the Indian man has a family at home, mouthes to feed, and bills to pay struggling to survive in our thriving country. Your business to him is a gift. So oh well, you spent 23 cents more than you normally would on a bottle of canola oil. It is well worth is.