Agenda 21 Comes To Shoreline

     I told you the city council would completely ignore the citizens wish for no radical rezoning and continue to push forwards with their Agenda 21 program.

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     What people need to know is all these people care about is power and money and getting more of it in their pockets and the land developers that fund their campaigns and home improvement projects.

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     So there it is, our new Agenda 21 plan.  Jammed into 8×8 cubicles with no heat or light and only low value vegetarian food.  This so the ultra-rich can continue flying their private leer jets around the world.  Now be good little slaves everyone.

Don Henley Must Die – Mojo Nixon

Feeling down tonight, even fun music like Don Henley Must Die is only marginally helping.  Feeling down about being old, not sure if I’m ever going to fully recover from the past six years of my life.  I’m past my peak and the slope is getting steeper downward on the other side.

After my father left, when I was around ten, I really didn’t feel like I had a family any more.

Years later, after all four of my kids were born, I felt like I had a real family again but by the time the youngest was born, the oldest was already more than ten years old and I knew my family as being altogether would be short-lived.  Now two aren’t speaking to me, only one is still here, unemployed at 24, and he really avoids participating in anything but video games.  I know this is a self-inflicted wound.  Time wounds all heals, and this heal seems to be wounded to stay.

I feel old, empty, used up, and without much to look forward to.  Things that used to come easy now are really a strain to keep up with.  I was hoping things would seem better after I was done with community custody, but it seems now that I can go somewhere I’ve got no money to get there and really no reason to go.

I’m being public with this because, well for one secrets only got me in trouble, and two, I’ve got to think others have been in this state and some through it, which is to say they’ve found a way out, and I’m praying but so far this is a prayer that is going unanswered.  I’m sure there is a lesson in it somewhere and I’m just not getting it, like the can’t get home dreams.

Anyway, for your amusement and enjoyment, here is Mojo Nixon with Don Henley must Die (I really don’t like Don Henley’s music so while death seems a bit harsh, if I never heard Hotel California again, it would be too soon).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=eEet3RwQnaY

Freedom Celebration

     Went to The Rock in Lynnwood last night.  Pizza is still good after six years, but over-priced, $21 for a 17-inch pizza seemed a bit excessive.  Yummy Moza bread.  Had one drink, a Kamakazi, used to love them but it didn’t really agree with me last night.  With me where Carl, my first son, Raymond my second youngest, my wife Tina, and Troy, a friend of Carl’s.

     Took some pictures but all were grossly under-exposed, couldn’t figure out how to get the exposure meter to work on the camera I have, camera I had before was a point-in-shoot, pretty much automatic, this one decidedly more manual.

This is an outside view:

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     My wife Tina:

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Troy, Carls Friend:

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