Trump executive disorder places ban on comfort zones

A man who says leaks are both illegally obtained and falsely fabricated is lost in panicked insanity. No one feels comfortable with that man leading the country, and that’s a great thing.

If necessity is the mother of  invention, then comfort is its birth control. Whatever level of greatness we can boast, America has enjoyed a great deal of comfort over the last few decades (at least the prevailing majority of us have). Lethargy, complacency, and, at worst, relatively quiet dissatisfaction have sprung from our collective comfort. Unlimited wifi, mobile everything (including coffee), limitless entertainment options, and mentally stable leaders have appointed our spacious, cozy bubbles quite conveniently. All of this is good, nice, and awful. 

When we’re feeling so comfortable, there isn’t always an irrepressible desire combusting within the engines of our souls’ most productive chambers. We’ve needed very little to keep us comfortable, so we’ve cared very little about changing the minor imperfections in our world. 

And then Trump happened. It’s hard to feel comfortable when the leader of the free world comes unhinged every day at dawn. He puts us all on edge. It doesn’t really matter where you stand politically, you really can’t feel comfortable. Maybe he compels you to protest. Maybe he gives you nightmares. Maybe he merely turns up the volume on the voices you find most irritating/frightening. But the constant unrest, drama, lies, and buffoonery surrounding Trump and everyone associated with him leaves absolutely no one feeling comfortable. 

And that’s the only redeeming quality of this presidency. Because people care about politics again. People care about news again. People care about truth and discussion and true apolitical justice again. 

Some people care enough to protest. Some care enough to speak up, call their congresspeople, even listen better to what others are saying. Others are just motivated to change things themselves. 

What I’m seeing, though, is a major drop in apathy. No matter how crazy, argumentative, disheartening, and scary things have gotten, people care. Trump has robbed us of our cultural comfort, and it’s waking us up to our personal responsibilities to play a role in progress. 

Thanks, Donald. Bigly.  

Happy Tuesday

Tuesday is the most boring day. It is the day of the week when reality sets in. Reality may smack you in the head on Monday, but by Tuesday the initial shock and stupor have worn off, and that’s when you really feel it. 

So it’s always a little off-putting when a Tuesday tries to pass itself off as a special day. Today is Valentine’s Day, but who are we kidding? It’s still damn Tuesday. Who out there is hitting the town for a wild and crazy Tuesday night? Nobody. I’ll end my anti-Tuesday rant here, because that’s really not my point of this post. 

What I really want to say is: happy Valentine’s Day. Here’s a poem. It’s not brand-new, but it is part of a book that will be this year. For the past year, I’ve been working on a book of poetry for children. Children maybe on the mature side of childhood. Children of this era. The poems are sometimes weighty, sometimes completely fun and frivolous, but always genuine.

Basically, I wanted my kids, all kids for that matter, to have a book of poetry that helps them laugh, helps them feel good about who they are, and helps them approach other people with kind hearts and understanding… all with a healthy dose of humor. When the Kickstarter campaign is ready to launch, I’ll be sure to post about it here (and everywhere). 

For now, I give you You. This poem is one of my favorites, and I think it’s fitting for Valentine’s Day. And Tuesday. 

You are brown. You are taupe. You are opal.

You are good.

You are nice. You are mean. You are hopeful.

You are good.

You believe in God. You believe in love. You believe you fell from the stars above. You believe Mohammed, Buddha, Christ.

You are good.

You have messed up. You have done well. You will find heaven. You’ll feel like hell. You are, from all that I can tell,

Quite good.

Valentine’s Day Poems, made to order

‘Tis the season to wax poetic. It’s Valentine’s Day TOMORROW, and if you were looking for a way to make the gift you give, the flowers you send, or the card you write extra special, nothing does that better than a personalized poem. Except maybe diamonds. Or gold. Or a new puppy, I don’t know. But I do know that whatever level of gift or romanticism you’re planning, a poem is, if it’s good, the perfect way to take Valentine’s Day to another level.

But if you are stuck at “What rhymes with ‘violets are blue,’ ” I can help. It is not too late to take advantage of my custom poetry writing service. At least, it won’t be too late if you order by 3 o’clock central time today, February 13.

Just fill out the contact form, give me the details of what you want the poem to be, and I’ll take it from there. And don’t worry about the fee. Whatever you choose to pay is absolutely fine.I will except donations anywhere from zero dollars to infinity bitcoin.

Again, to ensure you get your custom written poem by midnight, just fill out the contact form before 3 PM CT. Thank you and happy Valentine’s Day.