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Monday, August 22, 2016

Rights and Privileges


Black, white, green apples and red licorice,
We all have rights.
Only wealth buys privilege.
Well, that and sex.
So if some guy or gal gets more than you,
He or she suffers less than you,
And he and she truly offers no more worth than yourself,
You are denied rights and not so poor to be restricted privilege.
Rights are not minted and cannot be locked in vaults.
Rights are all with which everyone is born.
And all that is worth to be taken away.

 - Matthew Sawyer

Rooted Evil


It's Not About Black Versus White
It's Not About Democrats Versus Republicans
It's Not About Men Versus Women
It's Not About Old Versus Young
It's Not About Me Versus You

It's About Money
It's About Money Spent On Power
It's About Greed
It's About Greed In Power

- Matthew Sawyer

The Shape in the Doorway

The other night... There's shouting outside in the parking lot facing my apartment, so I get up to take a look. My door is open, but I can't see anything between or beyond the luminosity of my back-lit front room and the darkness outdoors. I take a hit of medicinal marijuana, my third or fourth this evening, go the door holding my breath, squint then look outside.

I spot a full grown man, my neighbor's son. He's parked right outside my apartment and shouting something unintelligible at an assumable friend. I don't either's names. And I've never met the man personally. I'm certain we've spied each other in the daytime, but neither of us have stopped, closed the gap between us and introduced one to the other.

The moment I'm ready to expel the therapeutic vapor from my lungs, that son sees me and he just stares, looking blindly at my shadowed shape in the doorway. He eventually says, "Hello, big man."

"Odd," I'm thinking. "Who shouts hello from parking lots to strangers after dark.

I reply with a muffled and stunted, "Hello." And I wait until he turns away before I blow smoke.

Not much time has passed, but in truth, after four hits of marijuana, I've already transcended the temporal. In any respect, he - as in the man outside - he turns away and he speaks to his obvious friend. I am released, at least from that restraint on my lungs. I've still said nothing more then returned a greeting when those other two begin walking away. Everything seems normal, peaceful once again. But then that son turns his head and strains his neck and stares at me again.

"Odder still," I quietly wonder. "Is he on drugs, drunk?"

"Probably," I answer myself. "It is Friday night. Summer." Yet his fixed gaze is disturbing, disquieting. The guy stares at me like I'm waving my dick at him.

While he disappears into darkness - the opposite direction of his mother's apartment, I wonder, "Where is he going?" We all know there is a homeless guy in that direction, one who sells methamphetamine. The LA cops have busted the operation a couple times. They even fenced off the nearby dried-up streambed where derelicts would camp. All the same, even today, there are disaffected transients roaming outside peddling anything from yarn jewelry to much harder stuff.

"Carpe diem," I mutter aloud and out of earshot of the strange passerby's. "Caveat emptor." And they are gone.

In modern American English, I still think, "Don't stare at another man's dick, son." I will need to speak to his mother about this.

- Mr. Binger


Saturday, August 20, 2016

Aggrieved by Windmills

 I was raised by a single mother in my teenage years, with two of my sisters living at home. Most of my teachers have been women, like 66%. Half of my bosses have been women. My doctor is a woman. My dentist is a woman. My apartment managers are women. My United States senator is a woman - Senator Carol Liu. I voted for her. All my relationships have been with women who have earned more money than I have, have been equally or better educated (Hey, I got a BA in Art). And today, a radical feminist tells me I am uneducated - if I am to understand the phrase, "Get your head out of your ass.", that I lack empathy. There is a reason it's called radical, and it's because the viewpoint is aggrieved by windmills.

Matthew Sawyer


An Educated Racist

I think everyone has heard this,
Everybody knows,
It's okay to be stupid and afraid.
You have every blue-blooded human right.
But know what you fear.
Learn the reason why.
And you will stop being stupid
Then you won't be afraid.
- Matthew Sawyer

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Radical Feminism In the Era of a Hillary Clinton Presidency


(based upon real-life Facebook posts)


Someone has said, "Some men will be sexist because of last night's news."

So one assumes, "Oh, that news must be when Hillary Clinton accepted the Democratic nomination for president. That appears to be in the National conscious today. Well, I'm not happy about it but I hope my expressed view won't be misconstrued."

Then that friend sounds upset and demands to know, "When did I say I support Hillary Clinton. Why did you turn this into a political post? Stop putting words in my mouth."

So one says, "I wasn't talking about you. That news was about the presidential election, right?"

And that friend replies, "You're making a strawman argument. As a matter of fact, I do support Hillary Clinton for president."

"Good for you," one says. "I'll still vote for her but I won't be happy."

"Sexist!"
 - Matthew Sawyer



Perfection in Balance


Let's all be Goldilocks.
Let's all at once crawl into that little girl's head.
She's not looking for vague extremes.
And neither are we.
Oh, no, she wants everything just right.
Perfect.
Let's make it perfect.

 - Matthew Sawyer