Fearless Not Careless

  Daddy says “the do gooders are the problem, they want to give every thing away  and  its the survival of the fittest, Fuck the rest of you if you can’t make it on your own accord” like he did.  Momma says “stay out of harms way, do unto others”.  That’s 80 plus years of advice from living in the money culture. Their offspring says “save everyone and help everyone help everyone, make the world sustain all life no matter the differences”.  It’s very tedious walking the tightrope thru these two trains of thought. It’s like a chess game of will, politeness and respect for your elders trying to converse with them. Every conversation makes you think before your speak, not to state your point of view but not to offend with harsh truth, keeping a balance between them yet making your own progress without getting them upset. The balance is exhaustingly tiresome and constant.  Trying to get others to see where they’ve been had is difficult and dangerous. You never know what will tip the

  2021 4\20 The most corrupt of corrupt couldn’t kill it, the true nature of a weed.  Marijuana withstood the abuse and onslaught of the richest nation on the planet and it survived. One down and one to go. So resilient, like the pillars of the desert monoliths shaped by the constant blowing sand, marijuana withstood and weathered all rhetoric, propaganda and fear mongering they provided.     It once again bloomed in the dawning desert sun, with dew spotted leaves and kept right on smiling. Perm-a-grin...ha ha.  Proudly standing side by side with dandelions, plantain, ivy, and every other weed Mother Earth provided, Marijuana and Hemp show its strength and demand, with little water and fertilizer, basically unarmed, except for its overwhelming demand and uses.  A weed indeed,Touché, it got knock down, kick around, beaten, burned, destroyed, mutilated, outcast, outlawed and got up again and now it's Taxed.... again.. twice in two generations.  They threw everything and mostly every

  Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then Makes no difference what group I'm in I am everyday people, yeah yeah There is a blue one who can't accept The green one for living with A fat one tryin' to be a skinny one Different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby Ooh sha sha We got to live together I am no better and neither are you We're all the same whatever we do You love me you hate me You know me and then You can't figure out the bag I'm in I am everyday people There is a long hair That doesn't like the short hair For being such a rich one That will not help the poor one Different strokes for different folks And so on and so on scooby dooby dooby Ooh sha sha We got to live together There is a yellow one that won't Accept the black one That won't accept the red one That won't accept the white one Different strokes for different folks