Which of our Presidents in recent history invested the most in Education?

I’m hanging with a college graduate who is brilliant but has special needs. 
For example, he got a full scholarships to go to IIT, later taught as part of a program funded by the Bill Gates Foundation, excellent Educator, Legally Blind, but he already had a huge debt developing on his shoulders. 
Now, he has a $500 debt every month
It was almost imperceptible at first. 
Just under 30, he was fired from his job once he was diagnosed with bipolar and hospitalized. It took them a year to do it, so I don’t know what that means. They seemed really supportive at first, but a year later, he was fired because of his Behavior

That sounds a lot like doing something illegal. 
Carter was the best. 
He inspired me with extremely low interest loans. I could afford College. And I wouldn’t be burdened with a debt afterwards. 
Trying to think if anyone else has invested that much in Education… It’s HOPE. PROGRESS 
Because what we have without Education, is the rise of Neo-Natzis, and my favorite, those guys who walk around with white cones on their heads, pretending to be the Pope. 
Our Special Guest. 
The Trumpettes.  



That’s what i turned today.

It was a great day.

The best birthday I’ve ever had — ever!

And I began thinking about a lot of stuff.  Stuff like life.  Where I’ve been.  Where I’m headed.  And I might say it’s been an interesting trip.  By no means easy.  There have been highs and there have been ravenous lows, where the body is consumed by psychological pain of such intensity, that all you want it to do is stop!  But it persists.  It is like having a demon at your side.  Sometimes, years.

At this stage, I have finally reached a plateau.  Things are by no means perfect.  There is still much conflict to overcome, but I feel I have grown because of it.  I don’t know how to say this and it might sound corny, but I feel as though I am held together by a spiritual energy I have worked very hard to achieve, against great odds.

I have the best group of friends one could possibly hope to have:  my support group.  That is what has held me together the past three years.  We have become attached to each other because of the common emotional experiences we share.  We know exactly what we’re going through.  It’s just that the rest of the world will never understand it, which makes it easy to stigmatize us.  So they do.  We face probably the greatest stigma because they consider us the loonies.  But what they fail to understand is that many of the so-called loonies are endless sources of creativity and understanding.  We have scientists, professors, psychologists, writers, painters, musicians, whiz kids, high school teachers, Muslims, Israelis, African Americans, Indians, Hispanics, Russians … the list just goes on and on. The only group that is unrepresented is doctors.  But we know they’re there too.  They just haven’t come out yet.

I often compare the psychiatric condition to the gay movement.  Both of us know what it’s like to be in the closet.  And I just hate closets!  But others are terrified of revealing their medical condition for fear of the stigma they must endure.  Such is ignorance.  But you know what I say to that?  FUCK THAT!  Look at me.  I look just like you.  But I am not anything like you.  I am different.  I may even be better than you.  Ultimately stronger than you.  And you’re trying to tell the world something is wrong with me?  Fuck that shit.

It’s been a glorious day today.  Andrew is snuggled on the couch next to me.  I have my blankie at the other corner and the remote and an ash tray and cigarettes.  Phone, of course.  Two good friends came by tonight.  Really laid back.  Just left.  Watched My Neighbor, Totoro.  One was the age of Andrew, the other, older, by about ten years, maybe?  (I don’t even know.  But those details don’t matter because we span generations)

Education is the key, of course.  You gotta get in there early and educate kids about the type of medical conditions we suffer from because chances are, many of them will also exhibit the same symptoms as us, and we need to have a knowledgeable society about these medical conditions, not superstitions.

This morning I was on the phone with Ted and we had a great conversation.  I miss him terribly. I’ve only seen him once this year.  And yet we are not that far away.  Only a 2 hour flight.  However, we are often immobilized by our illnesses, and reach into isolation, as though it gives us some sort of comfort.  Some people cut themselves to help deal with the psychological pain.  You’ll do anything to get it to go away.  Even kill yourself.

Now how many diseases can do that?

Ignorance is a dangerous occupation.  Yet it is everywhere.  Everywhere we look, we can spot Ignorance.  Today I feel blessed to have produced some sturdy children.  They’ve been through a lot and they’ve seen more than MOST people have.  And yet, they are ethically sound, artistic, creative, highly verbal, fluid, sensitive and empathetic.  What more could you ask for?

What a way to end a beautiful a day …

Mathematical Heaven

Of course, I wouldn’t know what that would be like…

I’m in Mathematical Bliss due to Ignorance.  However, even though I still use my fingers to count, I have on occasion come up with significant mathematical questions.  Of course, I wouldn’t know how to go about solving them.  Clueless.  Totally.  However, for a moment, I have this glimpse of Mathematical Heaven where we discuss why  1 + 1 equals one.  Just think about it spatially.  And although I claim total ignorance of Algebraic thinking — I just don’t get — I did excel in Geometry, much to my surprise, that I would excel at anything Mathematical…  But I suppose that has to do with my visual cortex, or some such thing.  (Right now, I am watching a Joan Crawford movie, in her later years, as the chief of a circus.  An executive type with a soft spot in her heart.  Now that’s really intellectually stimulating.)

Still I can hear the birds sing and know below that lies a mathematical logic to each note.

The Scent of Propaganda

Propaganda is an effective tool.  It worked for Hitler.  And now with the advent of the Internet there is plenty of fertile ground to spread its seeds.  This is both good and bad.  Because it is always good to hear and read what people are thinking and saying.  But it also presents the capability to actually influence public opinion and enact change based on misinformation—because that is what propaganda is—a tool to propel other perceptions into the atmosphere, which are then used to the advantage of the source spreading its tentacles into the minds of other people and engage them in their cause.

And once that happens Truth becomes obscured and must fight its most formidable opponent—Ignorance.  Not an easy task.

Furthermore, people are more easily swayed than one might imagine.  Most don’t bother to actually think.  Rather they navigate through the customs and perceptions readily available for their consumption and become advocates of something they scarcely understand.  It wasn’t hard for Hitler to implement his program of purity and he was a leader of enormous influence until people realized what he was up to.  But in the meantime how many people suffered through the implementation of his program?  Too many.  For it is always too many when propaganda invites others to hate others to such length as to wish to eradicate them.

Mainstream media is also amenable to the spread of propaganda.  What mainstream media chooses to display as news and what it chooses to ignore—for a multitude of reasons—is equally important.  And when you consider that entities such as NBC, for example, are the mere thumb of the corporation that owns them you may also likely realize that freedom of speech is somewhat compromised and perspectives may be significantly altered to protect the mother that feeds them.

Other outlets such as the infamous Fox News make no attempt to conceal their support of extreme philosophies that target specific groups such as the rights of homosexuals and women and foment a hatred which reaches epic proportions—all the while covertly engaging in those activities they condemn.

Moving forward we have seen repeatedly that the legislative branches of government are filled with plenty of examples of contradictory messages and behaviors.  Extreme conservatives are exposed as closeted homosexuals while condemning the very acts they engage in as ungodly and work feverishly to limit the rights of those who are their brothers.  Where do such people come from?  Why do they do these things?  Do they behave merely to feed their ambitions for power?

I don’t understand these people.

Someone once explained his argument against the right of homosexuals to marry.  “My religion opposes the idea,” he said.  “But my religion does not,” I said.  So who is right?  Whose point of view is more valid?  Will one—or any—religion determine the rights of others?

I don’t know about you…  But I don’t have much faith in religion.  Historically religion has served as a tool of oppression and millions have died under its banner.  And strangely those who fought for the right to believe in what they believe and suffered because of it have over the centuries become the very oppressors they first challenged toward others.

Odd chemistry, to say the least.

Goodbye Homer, Goodbye Clouds

… Remember that piece of shit I was talking about? …

Well it’s a bit difficult to analyze.  So I may get mired in my attempts to do so, while extracting what I can.  And will begin with a word about 2 comments posted on YouTube about The Guards of The Tomb of The Unknown Soldier, by someone who thought he was clever, shot the evening of a demonstration, this one primarily by The Anarchists, who amazingly—one wouldn’t expect this, would you, now?—showed a sharp sense of social boundaries and distinctions, made their presence felt, then returned to their homes…

No violence.  No shedding of blood.  Instead, a lesson in civil disobedience.

… Unlike Msoolala, the bright one, who roams unbridled, and who is a sterling example of the kingdom where he comes from —The Mighty Kingdom of Ignorance.

Msoolala is also the ideal specimen to show the rest of the world, for I had been talking about him (even though I had not personally met him yet) the night before, in my previous post, a small note at the bottom of the page, the next to the last paragraph.  There, I was much more diplomatic and kinder.

Not so here.

And although I had drafted several notes about the limitations of technology already, which I had planned to discuss, I found technology working in my favor last night.  And I always give credit wherever and whenever it is due.

I could have deleted Msoolala’s comment, but I chose not to.  (I tried to respond to the comment, and even though it was my channel, I could not!  Perhaps just as well.)  Instead, I decided to keep that piece of Ignorance right where it stood, as a reminder, a lesson, perhaps.  And determined that I shall always allow Ignorance to make its presence known and felt and seen.

However, thanks to technology, I can block its discreet particles, from making future comments.

I can make them vanish!

And I did.

And I shall.