Eat a Frog
This was an interesting
quote of Mark Twain’s that suggested that the first thing one wanted to do upon
getting up was tackle your worst fear and the rest of the day would be a
breeze. Eating a frog is doing just that as much as one would hate to eat a
frog you should go ahead and swallow your fears of doing so if that is what you
must do to get it over with. Although writing isn’t my worst fear and in fact I
enjoy writing almost as much as I love my art , my discipline to set down and
write isn’t nearly as good as it should be, And if the task isn’t accomplished
by 10 am then,generally it isn’t going to happen. I read and absorb all I can
on the internet for the first half hour while I let the coffee numb my senses,
and generally by this time around 8:30 am I am ready to begin writing.
It seems to work
this way, and next I plan on treating my oil painting on canvas the same way as
I transform the back bedroom into a studio that is handy. This I plan on using
at night in the shorter days of winter avoiding the TV as much as possible as I
try to enhance my painting style with new techniques I have learned. Who knows
maybe someday my paintings will be worth something?
My day in court
was enlightening in the worse kind of way. I will get a trial, but it will be
before a judge and not my peers. I really can’t see a bench trial being
anything but an extension of the municipal court judge’s authority to drag you
back into court and give you what they wanted to give you anyhow. Along with
the fine of 150 dollars I am facing, or approximately ¾ quarters of an ounce of
fine bud, you also get a suspension of driving privileges for a year, even
though I was never charged with operating under the influence. Beware all that
are out there thinking about taking that joint along on a trip, especially on a
plane in the state of Ohio, and never admit you smoked a joint, even though you
may be honest. All I can hope for is that somewhere up the chain of appellate courts
I will eventually get a chance to be reviewed by a court of my peers. What happened
to our justice system where it seems that common people are railroaded into
submission while others are free to commit atrocities on mankind repeatedly as
if the justice system has one path for taxpayers and another for those hardened
criminals the court system too, has no
desire to deal with, so throw them back into society and call them rehabilitated.
We are talking less than a gram of pot here that I should have ate or dumped. Honesty
has no place in the justice system.
I have been practicing
singing the song , “Nobody Knows the Trouble
I Have Seen “, and only hope that if I yell loud enough they will throw me in
jail, although the charge carries no jail time yet, maybe then I can sing it till
the roof falls in on their new jailhouse and the people in the state of Ohio
will see what ----- ( at this point I will let you fill in your favorite
adjective),those in our justice system and those legislators who still refuse
to give Ohioans a right to choose for ourselves what is best for us
individually, especially when it comes to easing pain from chronic conditions. Just
think how much taxpayer money would be available as it is in Colorado, and what our politicians could do with all that extra cash. I am sure the first thing
they will do is cut taxes after they build themselves a new jail and a new
court house , maybe add some more rooms on down at the statehouse. Who knows
what would be possible? Maybe we are better off the way it is. If you are not
registered to vote, please do, and vote all that are in, out, we need to have a
shakeup in our system of government, this is the only way to do that. If it
says incumbent after their name, it’s time for them to go, regardless of party
affiliation. Maybe then we can their attention.
Legally drug
free I continue to persevere on the totem and have a few new pics to add to the
mix. A little behind on the painting and may be finishing it up tomorrow during
the day or possibly it may not be done but still plan on having the potlatch
party as planned. Again before there is conflagration of assholes descending on
my party with guns drawn wanting to further entrench me in a legal nightmare, this
is not a pot party. Instead it is a celebration of the completion of a totem as
described to me when studying totems. Please spend your weekend at home, with
your so called loved ones, and leave me and mine the hell alone. I have the
message, it isn’t clear but will try and understand where our justice system is
coming from and will leave pot alone till it is legal. But just like a cop it’s
hard to believe anything I say.
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