The Axis of Stupidity

Today I was reading about Texas Governor Greg Abbott’s mind bending defense of banning gay marriage.  Being a Texas resident, I know that we are in for the long haul concerning this kind of idiocy.  Recently I also posted about Florida Governor Rick Scott’s insane banning of the terms global warming and climate change.  I am well versed on his idiocy as my girlfriend lived in Florida for ten years.  Rick Scott vs. whoever was the Governor of Texas has been a constant argument as to who lived in the state with the dumbest head politician.  We can’t very well leave out Scott Walker of Wisconsin either.  You can learn about him at the Scott Walker is a douchebag Facebook page.  I just decided this morning that these three, especially because they actually have some power on a national level, are our three worst governors.  I think we should start calling them The Axis of Stupidity.  Even if you find this grouping to be a little bit random, it’s really no more random than the Axis of Evil grouping.  So go forth into your day, I have now given you The Axis of Stupidity.  Enjoy…

Proof that Rick Scott Banned Climate Change

Proof that Rick Scott Banned Climate Change

Watch this video where a public official in Florida twists and turns, to the amusement of those talking to him, to try and not say the words “climate change”.  It has to be seen to be believed.  Ridiculous, idiotic, hilarious, and scary….

Night of a Thousand Tuesdays – Couch By Couchwest

Night of a Thousand Tuesdays

I just got back from Florida at around 5am this morning from tour.  In the meanwhile here is a clip of myself performing a song called Night of a Thousand Tuesdays for Couch By Couchwest in a Florida hotel room.  Shot by Mr. Kevin Russell.  Just having some fun kids…

Night of a Thousand Tuesdays

No longer scared of ghosts or witches
Of the latter I’ve known a few

No longer scared of death or dying
It comes no matter what you do
No longer root for teenagers
In horror movies on TV
The serial killer in his mask
Is now the only one that speaks to me

I’ve spent too much time in the office
Hearing your senseless voice

It’s the night of a thousand Tuesdays
I could kill without remorse

When we’re young and innocent
We fear what’s hiding under the bed
Now if I met a monster
I’d embrace it and my end

I’ve spent too much time in the office
Hearing your senseless voice

It’s the night of a thousand Tuesdays
I could kill without remorse

Busy work and cold calls
Have stolen my youth
Cubicles and their walls
Have blinded me to the truth
The worst is when you pretend
That we’re a family
It’s turning me into an animal
That wants to see you bleed
That wants to see you bleed…

Spent to much time in the office
Hearing your senseless voice

It’s the night of a thousand Tuesdays
I could kill without remorse

The idea is that when you are an adult, no horror movie is near as scary as working endless days at a meaningless job…

Florida Bans Climate Change

Florida Bans Climate Change

I meant to post this the other day, but I forgot, or I couldn’t make myself because of the astounding stupidity involved.  Florida officials, once Rick Scott came into power, were told to not include the terms “climate change” and “global warming” in any official reports.  If this wasn’t so insane and depressing, this would actually be hilarious.  Florida is a state that is going to be in an especially dire situation due to climate change related problems.  Here is just one article about one part of Florida that is going to face catastrophe due to climate change:

Why the City of Miami is Doomed to Drown

Do we really need leaders who not only don’t act in their constituents best interests, but don’t even allow debate about things that may affect those same constituents?

The Past is Not Past

I spent most of the day either at rehearsal or learning about Stonewall Jackson.  S.C. Gwynne has written another captivating book.  I’m not far enough into it to feel that I can talk about it, but there is no question that Jackson was a “unique” individual.  Today was one of those days that slipped through my grasp.  One minute I’m drinking coffee and the next the sun is going down.

After this recent election, which seems to defy reason, I have been looking for answers about our current political climate in our history and culture.  How did we arrive at this moment in time?  Take climate change for instance, something for which Obama just made a great step forward with his deal with China.  (I am still reading up on our deal with China for more specifics.)  The fact that climate change is occurring is scientific fact.  There is some uncertainty as to the exact outcome, but don’t get confused by the word uncertainty.  Think about if a large rainstorm came in.  You know that the ground will be soaked, but you can’t say for certain if the big oak tree out front is going to fall over.  That however, doesn’t mean it is not raining.  Anyway, so science and all reason point to climate change happening, yet not only does a portion of the populace not believe it is real, but we have elected officials that are not scientists, that claim they know more than scientists, going to be in charge of parts of our environmental policy.

Now there is no doubt that these people are for the most part bought and paid for by the fossil fuel industry.  You don’t have to be Columbo to deduce that.  You also don’t have to be Columbo to figure out that the regions with the most jobs in the fossil fuel industry are also the regions that are most against us doing anything about climate change.  Yet I don’t think it is as simple as a mere question of economics.

From the very beginning of our country there is an element that is against any kind of centralized authority.  Part of our country also puts faith above reason.  I just read in the Stonewall Jackson book last night that in 1850 Florida only had 85,000 inhabitants and half of them were slaves.  It is hard to imagine that modern Florida, with Disney World and Miami and the countless beach resorts, was created in 164 years, which is the lifespan of two humans.  Go to Miami and think about how two lives ago it was a desolate swamp.  As far as civilization goes our country is but a baby.

I am still thinking about all of this myself.  I wanted to ask those of you that read this a rhetorical question.  How does our unique American history and culture affect the way in which we think politically?  Places that were settled by different ethnic and religious groups often ended up quite different.  Places that had to subdue the land and keep people oppressed often ended up quite different than places that were booming with industry.  All of these things factor into who we are now.  How so?

Mark Rubio Dooms His Own State

The lead article over at Huffpo right now is that Mark Rubio has decided to take a strong climate change denial stance.  You can read the article here:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/05/11/rubio-climate-change_n_5305082.html

But the article that you really should be reading is the Rolling Stone piece from awhile back about how Miami is going to end up under water if we do nothing about climate change:

http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/why-the-city-of-miami-is-doomed-to-drown-20130620

Rubio is either a cynical political operative trying to stir up the base or a complete idiot.  Neither option bodes well for Floridians.  We might never find Atlantis, but we can sure create one!  We as Americans can do anything if we put our minds to it.  USA, USA!!!

 

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking

 I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with white clouds flying
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying

 I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life
To the gulls way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over

Sea Fever by James Masefield.  One of the most amazing nights of my life was spent no Cocoa Beach in Florida.  My girlfriend and I were drinking beer on the beach and watching an electrical storm out at sea.  It was one of those times where you are liable to believe that God is an artist.  It was simply one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.  Nature is not just a resource to be exploited.  It is a place where the mystery of the universe becomes slightly more tangible.  It is powerful and glorious.  Who are we to tamper with such a thing?