Long ago in a previous life I was deeply involved in the political world. Always holding onto a thread of hope that my participation in the electoral process would matter. But it didn't. And my heart was broken by one candidate after another always showing themselves to be either disconnected from the unbalanced reality that our country exists within or too much a prisoner of their own inflated ego and self importance to inspire me long term.
When recently asked by a reporter from MSNBC about whom I would be voting for in this upcoming election I admitted that I had not participated in politics for a long time and I would likely be writing in my German Shepard, Sam, for president. If I bothered voting at all. Now to be fair to Sam, he did not ask to be put in this position. He's quite content with the job he currently holds, which is head of security here at Open Sky Farm, protecting not only my pot plants but also my adopted girls. (I'll call them Baby G. and Johnny Jr. as they are not quite ready for the spotlight) But the truth is that in terms of honesty, loyalty, integrity, general demeanor, and fur, he is far and away the best person I know and I think he would absolutely "Make America Great Again!". (Btw...when was this?...was it when we occupied this country and slaughtered most of its original inhabitants?...was it when we shipped human beings into this country from Africa and made them slaves?..was it when we began an industrial revolution that now threatens to end life as we know it on the planet?..was it when we killed 4-6 million Vietnamese in a "conflict".. was it Mathew Shepard? George Jackson? Richard Nixon? Columbine? That slogan always leaves me wondering. Now I don't want to tell anyone who to vote for (or for that matter, whether to bother voting). This kind of a decision is entirely your own and can only be determined by doing a gut check on how you view the world. Do you validate a system that offers only a choice between Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton (or as I like to say "between a cock and a cunt"). Or do you simply refuse to engage and take your limited energy for resistance to a different playing field? With all this in mind, I thought I would send out a video link for a tune that never goes out of fashion..."Everybody Wants to be King"..by yours truly..... Enjoy (and please note that Sam is refusing corporate contributions to his campaign but happily accepts donations of both raw meat and tree stumps.)
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AuthorJohnny Crashed is a marijuana farmer living in Somewhere, Maine. His best friend was his German Shepherd, Sam. Archives
February 2018
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