Appearances Can Fool You.

Yeah everything is in place and not a single complaint, yeah right ya wish! But Diabetes is no hokey thing as it picks its organs and begins the process of deteriorating and castigating the ones who don’t listen wholeheartedly! Case in point? ME. The eyes have it ya heard it all before well if not careful so do you. Moral of the story, I should pay more attention to this shit cause it’s not funny jajaja!πŸ˜€πŸ˜₯🀬πŸ₯°πŸ•πŸ‘ͺπŸ€½β€β™‚οΈπŸš΅β€β™‚οΈ

Trump’s Bombast

As of today, 45 will return to his native city to address the United Nations as to North Korea’s threat to the Free World as it launches missiles left and right of its territory. As we all know, “Boys will be boys.” That in my humble opinion is the crisis we face today. 45 and “Rocketboy” as far as we seen have small hands and are too overly preoccupied with their “manhood” and their show of false bravado are nothing more than hamming it up for public consumption. All this talk of war is nothing more than Madison Avenue being used to confuse the masses as the Big 3: Russia, China and the U.S.A. continue to manipulate and run this farce we call global politics. Go on with your lives and continue to love your families. 45 is a gasbag who would make a great cushion along with Rocketboy to sit on, but it would blow wind, you know? “Wind” like gas, passed.

Trump And Biden: The Lesser Of Two Evils.

2020 has been a tumultuous year with so many natural disasters, floods, wildfires and earthquakes. We have seen so many tornadoes ripping through the plains and Midwest that at times we must ask how is possible that we survive it all. However we beg to consider that the biggest disaster has been the Trump presidency. At the outset with customary flair, pomp and circumstance, Mr. Trump began his re-election campaign the same day he assumed the office. Filled with bravado and hubris he has run roughshod all over this nation and the world. All the autocrats belong to a mutual admiration society with Trump and Putin leading the pack.

Mr. Trump is a wolf and we know what we will be getting from this guy. Joseph Biden is a wily fox,so his stealth hides the truth also. However, here is the truth of the matter. Two elderly white men are the candidates for the position of leader of the free world. Bernie Sanders was the other potential candidate for the presidency. Imagine as John Lennon would say, Really? Two old white guys with checkered pasts and foreign connections which deserve investigation. One beholden to China and the other to Russia. One other thing about these two, they are the dregs of the status quo which refuses to change and allow for progress to truly flourish. Economic disparities will continue as well as race baiting and divide and conquer, that good old boy is here to stay! Forever it seems and Trump is a crass practitioner with his filter-less self. Joe Biden is a forgetful old man with limited intellectual abilities. A family man and the scion of a dysfunctional family rarely seen in its naked nepotism and corrupt behavior. The son, Hunter is a craven ghoul of a man, seducing his late brother’s wife and then dumping her. What does that say about Daddy? With Trump we know that he is about making money from the office. So far so good but Covid19Β  is a new animal that has never been seen before.

Mr. Trump may say that he is doing a great job. He is not! But can we trust Biden?

We are going to have to trust him because we cannot put up with four more years of Team Trump. Period! Good bye sir, go back to Mar-A-Lago!

The Bride

The first time we came into contact I was 6 years old and it was Christmas Eve; Papa had concocted some kind of mix. A cocktail, I guess, but then Chacho, Joselito, Baita, Lito and Genaro carried me more like a ragdoll or Wizard of Oz scarecrow but I will never forget on la calle Duarte ending my courtship with my bride as my bowels spewed forth and my struggle with being began and it continues; as life is a journey undetermined by our daily to and fro but definitely shaped by our childhood experiences. To gaze into one’s eyes is a rare chance to peer the soul in its essence but to know the childhood of a perdon is a window fit for Soho loft and not some cramped quarters on Delancey street.
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The File Cabinet, a poem by Martin Espinal.

In the file cabinet which is life we organize all pertinent dates, photos and memories. But too often fail to list that which lies in some closet. Too dark and sordid, like some dirty family secret too painful to reveal or admit. Quagmired in a cesspool of transgressions, the closet, warm and dark cushions the fear so great and dire; too overcome by sweat and fatigue his neurons fire at the speed of a butter knife, smoothly but failing to land the final thrust. And in the morning, the closet opens revealing truths too hard to fathom. And as he reaches for the files, tears well in the sockets translucently marring clarity, focus and that new beginning sure to arrive but until then, the closet will do and the file cabinet too.