I’m an immigrant patriot, a gun-swinging pacifist, an opinionated armchair politician, a flexible Man-of-Convictions and an off-the-beaten-path Buddhist who studied hard so I can know Nothing. I do believe in believing but between science and religion I always pick the 3rd option. I have answers to questions nobody asks and question the answers everyone has. I will and I manifest. I religiously talk about politics not mixing well with religion. I publicly defend the republic from the public.  I’m a republican democrat with independent views...  I know how to make a Molotov cocktail, Verbal and actual... but sarcasm is my Art of War. I hope you understand that I'm only responsible for what I say, not for what you understand...


My Story

My Story? At one point The Sun will explode, and humans will become extinct... so it doesn't really matter... but because of the supposed "information can not be lost" act of the cosmos; Einstein and similar strange haired dudes subscribed to... I will type up my words here... and post them right into the 11th dimension the String Theorists invented to keep their flawed cosmic model from imploding. The Universe must be a criminal... it keeps breaking your stupid laws. No really... think about that the next time you are so sure of something, that it seems to be a good idea to prosecute and crucify the otherwise thinkers. So a century lather you can be proven wrong, declared an idiot and a murderer that was on the wrong side of history... but you know what...  the hell with it...   The Earth is flat... if you observe one square foot at the time. You see...  everyone is right, everyone is wrong, we can all get along. Shit. That even rhymed. 

 
 

Anyway...  I’m a lucky guy who managed to build my American Dream; though luck has not much to do with it. I dug myself out from a special kind of hellhole and learned a thing or two on the way so if nothing else I’m hoping to contribute a useful set of tools or at least a different perspective when life throws people a curveball…  It’s all about the P.O.H. - The Pursuit Of Happiness... 

I was born behind the Iron Curtain in a cute as button, cold war era Communist Country. No confusion at the voting booths as you could only vote one way. The things you were allowed to think, say, or listen to were conveniently pre-determined for you. Brilliantly crafted brain washing chopped you down to size in our free colleges, and if you still couldn’t swallow the bullshit the commie comrades were vertically integrating into your stark reality, you had free healthcare to dislodge that Marxist crumb of brilliance stuck in your throat. A few pat on the back with a nightstick and boom you were cured.

We were thriving like equal opportunity lab-rats in the World’s biggest human experiment. Some 60 million un-agreeable people were “post birth aborted” (some scholars say it was twice that) but let’s not split hair. It’s a “small price” to pay for the Utopia (not us) but our grand-grand children were promised to enjoy. Uprooting the otherwise-thinkers ensured that the whole communist block was one big safe-space, where their ideology could live un-challenged. There was no big fish in the socialist stew, as the firearm assisted wealth redistribution took away the gap between rich and poor, there was only a well behaved, unarmed working class left, toiling on every imbecile idea the socialist party would come up with.

This looked like equal opportunity, however it just assured an equal outcome. It didn’t mean that now the poor could pull ahead… it meant nobody could pull ahead ever again. The commies understood that wealth is a mind-state and those who had it before would have it again. They were not going to let that happen, and for good measure the guns were long taken from the public to assure no one could challenge them in case people realized their own slavery. In the end, Communism and democracy turned out to be incompatible, as there had to be controllers “to ensure our safety and equality” - which lead to massive inequalities in power between the absolute kings and their subjects…

As long as I remember I always seen propaganda for what it was. When our one and only TV channel gleefully beamed how American Workers were striking… me the 8 years old asked the obvious question… Wait, Americans can go out on the streets and strike?  I always watched the “magician’s other hand”, and read strictly between the lines (which I hope you are doing now) Clearly, me and communism were not compatible so I begun the preparations of our divorce…    

Rock music was not welcomed, as it was “the voice of rebellion”. Naturally that is what I wanted to do, and since at age twelve I had no way to buy a guitar, I grabbed a jigsaw and made one from my parents’ coffee table. Even though all circumstances and every broken soul around me strongly encouraged giving up on my “pipe-dreams”.  I was relentless, and for a decade I systematically planned my jump… spiritually, mentally, emotionally recoiled into my own singularity. I knew if a stood a chance I had to be as educated, as knowledgeable, as strong as possible. I spent every waking hour practicing guitar, training martial arts, studying, reading books… from eastern philosophy, science, psychology, politics, to history… hundreds of books…   and like a mountain lion… I peered into the darkness without affording myself to blink as I waited for the opening, the perfect moment I could leap... 

With a bag of cloths, a guitar and an English dictionary I managed to make my way to the Land Of The Free that had a constitution worth defending. I wish I could truly share what I felt when I saw the Statue Of Liberty as I was landing in New York City… or why I would sit in public parks just to watch that giant Star Spangled Banner play in the wind. How proudly I swore in as a citizen years later, and how angry it makes me when that constitution is being systematically eroded. If subscribing to those rules is what makes us American, then what would we become without them? Read between the lines of an immigrant who did live without them… We all came here for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness…

So yep... that's pretty much my story... oh and I formed a band that sold millions of records and has the most loyal fan base on the planet... 

aaand sometimes I race monster trucks, fight in jiu-jitsu competitions, keep planes airborne, captain boats (not a big deal they float on their own) ... I write for some magazines... I paint...  and I invent shit and get patents... 

Generally I love everyone... except communists ...fuck communists...   

 

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