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I’ve been silent all this time, because I just didn’t know what to say… Well, some of it was due to laziness and a portion due to writers block. And here I’d came out with the blog proclamation that I was running for the congress and then I don’t do anything, I shouldn’t get any votes, I understand why.

I guess all this time, I’ve been asking myself, “Where in hell is the opposition in this campaign”? All I’ve seen on the tube, the radio, along the highway is a bunch of hard-right-fundamentalist-ultra-conservative, frightened tea bagger bill boards screaming “The sky is falling. The sky is falling!”

Then there was this terrible oil leak at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico and there was a bunch of hysteria over that. There were those accusers saying that BP was just a bunch of liars and incompetents and they weren’t doing anything to plug the leak. This bunch screamed and bitched and complained and all this time while BP was working its ass off trying to plug up that hole and what else could they do?

Everyone was up in arms and screaming over how much of the environment was suffering while all the time actually upset over how much money everyone was losing. And then they continued bitching that the government were gonna put restrictions on the future of oil drilling in the Gulf (Which they should have done years ago, because all of this was bound to happen sooner or later). and so, in the end, it’s just the money everyone cares about.

And so, now that the leak has been stopped, the squawking has subsided somewhat, but now everyone wants to get back to normal making money doing all that dangerous stuff they were doing before the accident.

What the hell could I have said in light of all that going was going on? So, I was quiet, because I just didn’t know what to say.

But…. I guess if I’m going to run for United States Senate, I have to present myself to the public. Well… I have no answers for this horrible oil spill. I’m really not interested in to whose, to blame. Talk isn’t gonna plug that pipe. I could just go on talking about it until the cows come home and not one of my words are gonna make any difference at all. So… Maybe we americans can point to the person to blame for this whole horrible mess and then look at the finger and in witch direction we see it pointing.

Now, if we’re people with some spunk, we’ll be pointing the finger right at ourselves. Well, I’m certainly one person to blame for my part in this mess. I drive my car around on many occasions when I could have easily walked. I burn lights I don’t really need in the middle of the night, I’m as obsessed with that spewing oil as the next guy. Its just too bad we all can’t see the problem this way. I propose, that If everyone in this country would simply stand back for a moment and look at who’s really to blame, We’d have the problem cured by morning and all we’d have to do then is plug that well.

I thought of this this after noon. I thought maybe I should just put my self in the race for the United States senate. No party and no campaign. I am offering myself as a alternative to all the same ole thing with a different face. I’m tired of the bipartainship and the accusations and the separations and so I’ve decide to run for the center isle. If I win by write in vote, I will stand in the center isle and wait for everyone to come stand there with me and get something done for a change. To then go to a unairconditioned, windowless room, lock the door and not go home until a compromise is agreed too from all the best ideas of all sides concerned. Come out of that room with real legislation, not always happy, but by god unified in the decisions made.

Now I know I’m not being realistic, but something has to be tried to get this country back together and bound to solve the problems we face.

Also, I will push and pull to get some sort of legislation passed that requires all Americans to shut off one unnecessay light they have been running at night time. Then in time to turn off another and begin to take our night time back. To shut down our airconditioners and sit out on the front porch to keep cool. Get back out and meet our neighbors and take our towns back. I’m sure it will reduce the crime rate and it will certainly reduce our dependence on oil. Maybe our rivers, lakes, oceans will clear up and the globel warming may reside and we will be able to show our children the stars in the sky.

Vote for the “Old Guy!” if you just can’t find anyone else.

I thought about turning this drawing so it was Horizonal, but why, I asked myself? Why don’t I just leave it along? It doesn’t matter?

Then I thought about all the problems people around Marcella and I. Not the problems out of human control, but rather the problems, people generate for themselves. We get these phone call, and we hear the chit-chat and we wonder why people put up with so much crap when they could just make some reasonable, sometimes hard choices and put all that behind them? They can’t seem to get rid of a troublesome pet, or they need some new gaget, but they don’t have the money so they just make the debt bigger on the credit card… and then, to make matters worse, they call us and tell us about it and (Phew!) all Marcella and I can do is … Nothing? We just say one important prayer at the end of each day that goes like this…. “Thank you, thank you, thank you god that we don’t have to live that way!”

And then… How much money does a person need? I’ve seen rich people with gigantic problems and they just keep on doing the same thing that keeps generating the problems. Why don’t they just quit and drop off the radar? How much baggage does one need to do that? Look at where O.J. Simpson is? Look at all the crap Tiger woods is putting up with. Why do they keep wading around in it. Don’t they have enought money to just take it and run and have a life?

Marcella and I are cleaning out our attic, and basement and garage and we’re demateralizing. We’re making like simpler and it feels great. We say thank you to god, were making the house lighter and we have all the money we need, because we’re as Dave Ramsey says everyday on the radio. “Debt Free!” and that makes us rich.

I drew this last night during Star Trek. I just love the way colored pencil works so well with Sharpie Pen.

Wow! I wish I could just hop on a train or subway and be transported off to the big city. I wish this country would have decided on a mass transit system in the 1950′s instead of the interstate highway. I really loved it when I was in London and could go all over that city by the underground cheaper and faster than one could drive. I really loved being able to go places in New York city that way. Still I don’t understand why there was still no subway from the air port in that town. Maybe its on it’s way as I write.

I was hoping someday that a president will finally get our silly budget balanced and clear and declare this country create a national mass transit system instead of highways full of cars. I wish they would creat a super elevated rail system that would take us two hours to places like Kansas City and we wouldn’t have to take a four hour trip by car. Wow! one half a day to Chicago or a day trip to California. Where are our bullet trains? This country could save billions on oil transport with a mass transit system, but we have to get our congress to stand in the middle of the room instead at the edges making faces at one another.

Something happpened and maybe, just maybe I’m finally coming out of it. I just couldn’t get myself motivated. I was struggling with keeping up my letter writing. I just had the hardest time trying to put out the letters I was supposed to be writing. Then at the same time, I just couldn’t make myself draw anything and I guess you’ve noticed this blog hasn’t been progressing very well.

This has happened before, but never this long. Maybe it has a scientific name like “Writers bock”… I just don’t know. I was trying to write a short story and I finally finished it, but I don’t think its all that good so it’s just lingering there waiting for me to re-read it and do some editing and then I hope I don’t just tear it up.

I’ve had some good ideas lately, but I haven’t carried through with them on this blog. I guess I just get overwhelmed with all the crap I hear and I just feel helpless… Well, I’m going to try to ignite a revolution. I’m sick and tired of watching that mess in the Gulf of Mexico. Congress is trying to squeeze out some confessions from those responible for the accident and no one wants to be the fall guy. Well… do you know who I think is to blame for this whole crappy mess? Well, I’m gonna tell you. We’re to blame for the mess. Us little guys all over this country. We gotta have our gas and our airconditioners, and light bulbs and on and on and on. We gotta light up this country so much at night that you can see the shape of this county from outter space. I’d say thats’s way too many goddamned night lights. We wouldn’t hace a whole gulf full of foul smelling oil if we’d just turn off half of all the damned lights shinning (for nothing) in the middle of the night. What the hell is the use of a lit up sign on the highway advertizing carpets if the business is closed and its three oclock in the morning? Why do we need a goddamned yard light on in the middle of the night and one and on and on. I challenger the world to turn off all the lights they don’t absolutly need. It would be wonderful to see the sky and the stars again at night. Turn off half the lights in this county and we wouldn’t have oil Crisis. I want to hear those power companies howl when the load drops and they start losing money and we take our darkness back. Do it!

And as for the stupid racist law the state of Arizona has enacted… I think everyone, and especially the Hispanic people, should put on a back pack, drive to the boarder and go hiking. I think those border cops need something to do with all their time. Just think of the trouble they’d have if they had to chase down legal American Citizens out for a nice refeshing hike in the desert. Millions of people should think about a nice hike this weekend. I would sort of be like the bus boycotts in the south of the 1950′s and 60′s. Do it!
Wow! now, I feel much better.