Obama Elected President, Real Change?

 

New election. New President. Change in America. It all sounds so marvelous.

I’m not the cynic here, I’m optimistic about ‘real change’. I’m dying for it. But will Obama give us the change we need?

The true problem in America is the economy, but obviously more government spending won’t fix things. We need to reduce credit, reduce spending ourselves, become less wasteful, not to be green, but to be conscious. Consciousness, not change, I believe is the true answer to the problems in America.

Change could mean switching from Coca Cola to Diet Coke. This is a change in the right direction, but not a conscious one. It’s still missing the point that maybe a carbonated beverage full of caffeine and high fructose corn syrup with almost no nutritional value isn’t such a great beverage at all. How bout water.

Yet Diet Coke is an option that Barack Obama feels we need when we really need to be drinking water. It’s choosing chicken over beef when we should be  vegetarian. It’s spending in different ways instead of cutting back spending across the board.

We need to reduce to size and scope of what our government does so we don’t end up with false promised programs like social security and medicare. Under-promise and over deliver should be our motto, where Obama tends to promise too much, when I’m afraid he may not be able to deliver. And that will upset many. 

I’d hope his presidency becomes one that is humble in what it promises, and one that sculpts with a small file instead of a hacksaw. Even big reductions in spending should start gradually and from the right places, because drastic action always has unintended consequences.

short story

The couch, being romantically grazed by the woman’s fingers… She can imagine growing long nails razor-sharp and ripping this couch to pieces like a tyrannical mutant beast. But for what purpose? Well, there’s 8 different cameras on her, so generally she’d give them a show they’d never forget.

She sits patiently. Bouncing out of her day dream she looks down at her rose colored nails perfected by a boutique on the East Side of town. How did she get here she thinks. This buffalo-hide sofa reeks of brutality, being sliced like cheese off the back of a slaughtered creature. In her mind it was still blood covered and stunk of pungent death.

The cameras all still pointed at her, she chooses her words well. She stands up. “Where do you want me?” she ask the flood of lenses focused on her like the sights of long range sniper rifles.

“Show us your natural beauty” the camera operator politely yells. Within seconds the woman stands up fully to her tall perfected stance, and pops into place. The radiation of her beauty fills the room, and silences all on-lookers. Cameras capture the instantaneous flash of marketable screen-time.

She sits back down on the couch and puts her clothes back on, and returns to her normal height, 5’7″. “Are you bastards done with me?” she asks the voyeur-scopes. They say nothing. 

The woman exits, returns home. Time for the morning breakfast- organic fruit smoothie, vegan protein bar, vitamin shot, mineral drops, and dips into a soothing salt bath. All in an hour of work she sighs. 

She shows her work of art for one second at 6 am everyday, when it comes alive. The scientists that are documenting her have all but a frame to work with everyday, but like an animation, they can piece the mystery together one at a time. One day they and the world will know the truth about her.

For she lives a normal life, going through her routine as if she fits in. After breakfast she retreats to meditation, to workout. She connects to the lotus of eternal light, and to her inner light. Outer and Inner worlds unite inside her. Her thoughts fumble about like loose pets in the garden. She sorts through her world until time is up.

Ready for another day, she showers and steps foot into the outside world. 

The day has a number of errands to accomplish. Her first stop, to meet Jack before noon.

Racing across town, she meets Jack. He’s happy and excited to see her, in a bright red outfit with purple boots. Hair done side swiped, precious, and classy. Jack also just completing his morning routine, is ready to accomplish a number of tasks in his day.

First they plant 1000 trees across the city. They grab a bite to eat. Then they lead a million man meditation across the city curing thousands of cigarette smokers’ addictions. Mid day is time for soma pills. Jack and Clara rest.

By evening they make music, inventing new melodies and rhythms on a hillside where people come in droves to watch. They end the evening with tea, and night-swimming, sitting outside Jack’s comfortable hillside manson. All in a day’s work.

WordPress on the iPhone!

WordPress has finally arrived on the iphone! For all those non-serious,non-regular bloggers out there who would hope to write but are more often with their iPhone in their pocket then in front of a laptop screen, this app might change things. I’m blogging in bed as we speak which would have been unheard of in the days of feeling inspired and having to drag out the clunky laptop. Also, I will point out that having a dedicated application on the iPhone versus working through the web on a computer makes for much less web distractions while trying to write. This is a great application.

The Ron Paul post

So I promised a Ron Paul entry, and here I am weeks later to deliver on it. I initially hear about the book signing on the radio, marked my calendar, called ahead, and arrived early. Much to my prediction, there was already a huge crowd of supporters waiting for The Doctor. 

There was a long line, but we finally made our way up to meet him. I got a handshake and a signed book, so it was pretty exciting.

 

 

Supposed to be about Ron Paul…

This posting was supposed to come the day I attended the Ron Paul book signing a few days ago, but that post will come soon, with photos.

This posting comes to you as I’m sitting in a middle school classroom, attending to energetic and still maturing teens.

Substitute teaching has been an enriching experience, a departure from the retail world. I have always had a problem with public education. Because it is available to the masses, therefore cheap, not valueable.

But these kids do have it pretty well, although I’m convinced sending them all down the formal education, end up at college path, is naive thinking. Ultimately some will end up as carpenters,garbage men, lunch ladies, construction workers, and fast food employees.

But is this a bad thing? Don’t we need these people to fill out the workforce to have all of society’s occupations keeping society alive. Maybe we should be training these children in more useful, valueable tasks that will keep them alive in the changing economy as more and more “labor” is outsourced, or eventually done by robots!

I have always been more of an advocate of private education-for the private sector to use free market competition to improve their products, to allow competition, to make the product, the education, stronger, more valueable than the competitor.

Don’t the parents have the responsibility to provide for their childrens education in a free society? With competition, wouldn’t prices decrease making them more affordable?

I wonder how a system of free-market education would work, if it would make people happier. There is no clear model, but what we do know is that the department of education spends a lot for such small results on the global scale. We know our education system is flawed compared to that of Japan and other countries where multiple languages are taught with ease.

Should we allow the free market to come up with new innovative ways to educate? New ways to make children inspired. New ways to allow a fruitful life after school with economic and creative freedom and security.

The question lingers in my mind.

First entry, let all reading rejoice

My name is Rob Davidson and I am unconventional.

I was adopted at just six months old, for whatever reason, and put into a conservative household in Corpus Christi,TX. I grew up there, amongst a culturally deprived society off the beaten path of civilization. My mom’s dad was a preacher, so I that means I went to church and Sunday school every Sunday. That also means that religion is engrained into my like a native computer operating system. But it doesn’t mean I’m religious. My mom was also a teacher, so like her now I substitute teach. My father-a salesman. Still is. And like him, I sell. I sell technology, I sell myself, I sell music, I sell many things. 

Like Lloyd Dobbler, selling isn’t what I’m all about. I want to talk to as many people as I can before I die. I want to change people’s lives. I want to experience systems from the inside. I want to challenge the status quo. I want to learn more about the most interesting things.

And that is the path I’m on. Constantly shaving away at the impurities and pollinating the strengths. 

Things that interest me mostly include:

• music
• holistic living
• human communication
• Eastern thought 
• Truth and Knowledge
• Having an Insider’s Perspective
• Natural Beauty
• Technology
• Outdoors
• Veganism
• Freedom

I am heavily invested in the music business, its changing landscape, and its members. It is one of the most dynamic talented hardworking groups of people on Earth. And so friendly. I want to transform it.

I’ve known since I was young that being my own boss was a better way, that I should be forced to invent to feed myself. I still hold this to be true. Read Walden.