No Use Getting Upset Over Politics Or Other People's Opinions

This was written a couple months ago, but makes a good point.

I've purposely tuned out to the political puppet show that plays out on TV every day.  It's been over a month since I looked seriously at the topic.  You can't avoid it, because there are people who will force it on you in social media land.  The blind Trump worshipers and the blind Trump haters repeat the corporate media approved talking points at each other.  What changes?  Nothing.  It's not going to change.  If it gets bad and all out war breaks out, what can we do about it?

Trump took us out of the climate treaty.  The sky is falling according to some.  No it isn't.  The climate always changes.  Some of it has to do with the seasons, and we do get colder winters and warmer summers some years.  It's normal.  Man caused it all?  Debatable.  This issue is not decided no matter how many talking heads get in there and try to convince us otherwise.  There's money to be made and more control to be put on the people via the "climate change" rhetoric.

Kathy Griffin pissed off the right with her photo of Trump.  Oh, the outrage over her poor choice of free speech.  Remember all those people who at times got racist about Obama?  You didn't see nearly the outrage.  Ted Nugent loved running his mouth and said ridiculous things.  Did he lose anything over that?  I believe in free speech.  Unless somebody is outright calling for the harm of another person, it's no big deal.  Ted went much further than she did.

Bildeberger meetings are happening.  The world yawns.  This is one of the meetings where the elite meet to decide how to heard us sheep for another year.  The meeting used to not exist "officially" even though it was happening.  Media outlets labeled you a conspiracy theorist if you talked about it.  Now, it's obvious to anybody who pays attention.  Personally, I think the elite have moved beyond this meeting and merely use it as a show at this point.  What does it matter?  It depends on your view on the people being controlled by the powers that be.

In the end, what does it matter?  We all have our own essence, our own soul.  It's not for sale unless we choose to sell it for the chance to get ahead.  Life on this planet is fleeting.  It comes and goes in the blinking of an eye.  Even if you live to be a 100, you'll wonder where the time went.  It will be over before you know it.  Does the stuff they want us to lose sleep over really matter?  Trump, Clinton, Bush, Obama?  Who gives a damn?  We have to live our own lives, make the most of it and not take life too seriously.  It's not like we're getting out of here alive anyway.

One Step Above Holding A Will Work For Food Sign

I was reminded the other day by the person I am working for that I get "three hots and a cot" as they put it.  Originally, that was to do some writing and public relations work and a bit of announcing at a race track, but that has expanded to other duties.  Some of which I've jumped in and done because it was needed.  When you are working to keep a roof over your head and face homelessness if it falls apart, you do what you have to do.  I've basically given up on the idea of having a personal life or personal happiness for now.  It's just survival.  I barely have time for adding new updates to this page.

I'm only a step up from that guy on the corner holding that sign.  You know, the guy you pretend not to see as you drive by, because he reminds you of how bad life can be.  He reminds you of how lucky you are.  Some judge that guy like they think they know how he got there.  Maybe they do, and maybe they don't.  He's there to remind the people who are barely holding on that they better bust their butts to maintain our glorious system or they are there next.  After a day old holding the sign, he heads back under the bridge, near the creek or wherever.  Maybe he made enough to eat that day.

I might have been reminded that I am lucky to have a roof over my head and food to eat.  I understand that.  I am, for lack of a better term, an indentured servant.  It's not even that the guy I'm working for is bad.  Quite the opposite.  But, I'm not in a place in my life where I am happy.  I'm pretty unhappy when I stop being busy doing this nonsense and can think about it.  I might log 40 hours of my time per week at this, but I don't cash a paycheck or save for my next move.  When I do get a little cash thrown my way, it's already spent.  I exist, and sometimes it seems pointless.

I'm not working to get ahead.  I'm working to just get by.  Probably not much different than some people who are also lucky to have a roof over their heads.  There's no vacation, and there's no money to take a vacation anyway.  There's no time with a significant other.  There's no hanging out with friends.  There's no days to really unwind.  The minute it's all done at the end of the week, I'm back at the track again.  I'm tired and burned out on the sport, to be honest.  I walked away from it for a reason.

The only reason I ever came back was because I realized I had a skill set that might be worth something at a time when I was losing my home.  I since lost that home.  What I learned from years of getting good at this work is that there is no value in what I do for me personally.  I make other people money.  I've seen others get paid more for what I do, but I never got the break I needed.  I left the sport because I was tired and I finally realized the truth.  My fault is not just that I wasted years of my life focused only on getting good at this.  It's that I never figured out what to do next when that was over.

I literally had no choice but to work for food.  When I came back, I had a friend driving me to and from the track, because I was broke and had no transportation.  I still had my home, though I was on the verge of losing it.  My friend threw some food my way, plus there was beer at the end of a race night.  Good times.  I could forget my misery for a while then.  That effort failed to land me a job there, but I got the attention of a man who was willing to move me out of state and put me to work doing this stuff for him.  I got food and shelter and a few bucks here and there.  Not enough to replace things that are breaking or my old clothes or things I need, but it's something.

I am one of those people who will work for food.  I don't need the sign yet.  I have a place to work and the food and bed are provided for me.  I will never get ahead doing this.  I will maintain my existence until I am not needed here.  Then, I don't know what I will do or if I will be able to move where I want to live.  I guess I'm lucky enough to carve out a few minutes here and there for my other creative outlets.   Unfortunately, I'm not building my future.  I'm not doing anything for my old age, and I certainly am not getting any younger.  If and when I lose everything, nobody will care.  In some people's minds, I'm sure they will say I deserve that and I'm a disposable person to them.  At that point, maybe I will be holding one of those signs of the corner.