1. PIG- New Hope for America

    Pig rhymes with jig rhymes with wig rhymes with twig. Who cares? They stink.

    I don’t especially like pigs or, more accurately, what they represent in this culture. They have such a bad rap. Invariably the word Pig is connected to an insult as in she’s such a pig, the cops are pigs, and don’t be a pig.

    I’m convinced we should turn this around.
    We should raise the status of the pig,yes, status because pigs are supposed to be super intelligent creatures, and Lord knows with the way this country is going, we need as many super intelligent creatures as we can get- and preferably in political offices.

    But I digress. How about if we change our concept of pig to polite, intelligent, and gracious, ( PIG- get it? Of course you do!) rather than its demoralized opposite. Moreover, a pig could express the qualities of someone who is professional, inquisitive, and gentle. And heck, while we’re on the subject, let’s add to that mix profound, introspective,and genuine.

    This is the Year of the Pig. Let’s make it a good one.


  2. Lately, all I’ve been feeling is gratitude. My life is not, by any means, perfect or even ideal. Every day’s been a struggle since we repatriated back to the United States late in 2018. Yet somehow, waking up each morning inside my home I look out my window and I begin to understand the weight that we all carry, this INFINITE JEST*, this life. What am I doing here? What are any of us doing here? What does it matter? We’re here; aren’t we? We might as well just take a look at our position—our own UNFAIR station in life. Yes, life is UNFAIR. Life, however, is not NOT FAIR. All men are not created equal. Just take a look around. There are many different types of men of many different shapes, sizes, abilities, qualities. The lesson is that we ought to TREAT each other AS IF all men were created equal. Don’t even get me started on women. Women are born knowing they are queens. We are all aware of our independence. This is why a rift among women will always exist. Men obey the rules of the Alpha Male hierarchical structure. Women subscribe to no such nonsense. The Queens need to work it out, and they’ll work it out in whichever way they see fit, usually with the deftness of a scalpel.

    Strange, that was not my point at all. My point is that we all need to accept that LIFE IS UNFAIR. Nobody (god, Fate or otherwise) doles out anything equally. Nothing is doled out equally. Equality is the delusion. This, however, does not mean that we cannot treat everyone as if we are all equal. To state that the world is not fair is to complain that your portion is not as good or as big as someone else’s. To know that life is unfair is to reckon with your own abilities, understand the you that only you can be, and finally, be that you with the strengths that you possess. Don’t look around to see what you lack. Close your eyes or your ears but especially your mouths and just relax. Take a deep breath. Feel the you rise within you. Acknowledge that greatness you see. No matter how small or seemingly insignificant, only you can experience this world as YOU. So, go. What are you waiting for? We would all, very muchly, like to hear what you have to say.

    *by David Foster Wallace


  3. “Today, we put behind us the unfair systemic oppression we’ve endured for TOO LONG! Today, we rise up off our knees and shout out with our own free voices, ‘You cannot keep us down!’ It is OUR time! It is OUR moment! We are Americans! We are the unsilent majority! Show them what-”

    The screen pinched off into darkness and most of the kids in the class couldn’t have given less of a shit.

    “And then what happened?” piped in one little boy in the front.

    “Then they all got murdered, dumbass!” piped in an angsty female teenage voice from somewhere in the back.

    “Hey!” snapped the teacher into the impenetrable shadows in the rear of the room before turning quickly to the inquisitive little boy. “Then they marched to the Jeffews bridge where they made their stand against the Capital’s security service. Unfortunately, it was their final stand.

    “Because they died!” chimed in the heckler again.

    “That’s enough!” the teacher barked. “Do you know why they call it the Year of the Pig? Huh? Whose year was it? Who are we talking about here? Do you know why they felt like they were suffering? Huh!? Do you see any humans around you now? Where do you think they went? What do you think happened to the rest of them?! Huh! HUH! They’re all human! Why are we talking about pigs?! Huh! You know all this already? You know what happens? Huh? What happens? What!? What happens next?”

    The class shrunk down into their seats. Someone started to whimper.


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