On the subject of dogs...

I admit, I love dogs. Big dogs, small dogs, short-haired, long-haired... I don't care. If it's a dog, I love it. At the moment, I have what I consider to be the most perfect dog on the planet: A Pug. More on that later. The purpose of this entry is to explain a bit about why I love dogs so much. I mean, I shouldn't have to. To me, a love of dogs should be a universal thing. But I get that some folks just don't get it. So listen up. Here's Dogs101 from your instructor, me.

The earliest known appearance of what we would call a "dog" seems to have been around about 31,700 years ago. While that creature was likely not terribly friendly, the first archeological evidence of a dog being a companion to a human was about 14,700 years ago. So what that means is that for more than fourteen-thousand years, these fuzzy buggers have been hanging around human beings, and not just for scavenging purposes. Evidence shows that they have been helping us by hunting with us, being companions to us, and doing largely what dogs do today. Let that sink in for a moment. Fourteen thousand years. Fourteen millennia. Most folks really can't grasp of how long that is. I surely can't.

So we flash forward a few centuries (to the present), and a very interesting piece of research appeared, via National Geographic.  I'll save you the trouble of reading it and give you the short version: Dogs and humans evolved together, and that love of dogs I'm talking about? It appears to be genetic. You read that right. Genetic. As in it's hard-coded into our DNA. Which means it's also hard-coded into their DNA.

But, if we ignore the science for a few minutes, I think I can break down why I love them so much to a few more base reasons.

First off, it's the ears.

Have you ever just sat there and played with a dog's ears? Big floppy ears, little pointy ears, ears that stand up or lay down... It doesn't matter. Ears. The fur on the ears is so soft and velvety, it's impossible to feel it and not feel relaxed. They're so expressive. I used to have a dog that held one ear up and one down. On purpose. We used to think he couldn't raise the other one, but he proved us wrong. he just did it that way. Think of it as your dog's hair style. Or like an extension of eyebrows. They're friggin' awesome. And, by the way, if you clip your dog's ears to make them look tougher, you are guilty of animal abuse, and I immediately believe you're an asshole.

Then there's the tails.

Well, butts and tails, if I'm being all inclusive. I love big long tails, little cinnamon-bun tails, even dogs with no tails. Look, remember the old song "If You're Happy and You Know It?" I added a dog-verse that I sing all the time. "If you're happy and you know it, wag your butt." You ever notice how when a dog is happy, he doesn't just wag his tail, but he wags his whole body? Like his WHOLE body? Butt-wiggles are amazing, and one of the things I love the most about dogs. To me, it's impossible to keep the smile off my face when a happy, wiggly doggie comes wagging his way up to you. It's contagious. And if you dock your dog's tail to make him look tougher, you're guilty of animal abuse and I immediately believe you're an asshole.

Even moreso, it's the dog in general. Look, dogs, from the time they're puppies (and don't get me started on puppies... puppy breath is one of the greatest smells in the world) to the time they're old, all they want is to be loved. They want to play. They want to be petted. They want you to like them. That's it. Dogs are made of pure love. Everything else that happens to them, we do to them. They want nothing more than to run around and sleep and play, and you're lucky enough to have one in your life, they want to play with you. Do you realize how special that is? Dogs don't care about your makeup, or your fashion sense, or your raging comic-book and D&D habit. They love you. Unconditionally. They love you. Let that one sink in for a moment. They don't care how badly you screw up at work or whether or not you're as rich as your neighbors. They just love you. And to me, that's kind of amazing.  No matter what, dogs are happy when you come home, thrilled when you come into the room, and overjoyed when you pay attention to them.

So, as I mentioned before, I have a pug.

Meet Max. And his pumpkin.

His full name is Sir Maximus Pugnacious. He is, perhaps, the best dog on the planet, and I'll debate anyone who says otherwise. He's alternately brave and a coward, snuggly and rambunctious, and he is unquestionably my best buddy and partner in crime. He rides my Harley with me.

Seriously. Pug life. 

Max is the dog I wanted since I was a kid, and I love him.

See, to me, dogs are a gift. If you believe in a higher power, you need but look at a dog to see proof of your faith. Because, to me, only a higher power could look down and see human kind and say "he looks lonely. I believe I'll give him a companion." And lo, the dog came. We were gifted something so pure, so full of love and loyalty. The higher power said make it fierce to protect him, compassionate to comfort him, fun to play with him. If you doubt dogs have souls, I doubt you have a soul. They are self-aware, smart, and amazing. And, to me, they are essential parts of my life.

Until next time -

-=SAJ=-

Moving away from "family values."

One of the big rallying points in recent years has been the conservative cry for a "return to family values." They claim that every liberal is destroying traditional family values and undermining the fabric of the United States. So I figured I'd take a moment and address those accusations. Ready?

Yes, we are. We are actively moving away from your "traditional family values." And we're damned glad to be doing it. Wanna know why?

First off, let's take a look at what those traditional family values entail. When my father was growing up, and when I was too, the family unit was a thing. The mom stayed at home or worked part-time while the dad worked his 40+ hours a week to put food on the table. Mom's place was in the kitchen cleaning up after my brother and I (which, believe me, was a horrible job). But it goes further than that. See, girls were taught how to sew and cook and boys played baseball and football, and Boy Scouts prepared lads for the responsibility of being "men." Also, my father lived in the same town as his parents. And his brother. And when his sister left the state, his mother (my grandmother) was (to put it mildly) displeased. You should see the face-melting letters she wrote to my uncle for taking her daughter out of the state of Texas.

On the other side, my mother's family all lived within 50 miles of each other. Working as anything other than a secretary was scandalous, and it was the woman's job to squeeze out as many babies as possible. My mom's dad worked for Dow Chemical, as did my father's father and my father and my uncle and, for a while, so did I.

That is the way of "Traditional Family Values:" You work where your father worked. If you're a woman, you work in the home or in an administrative assistant position and make babies. And you never leave. You never grow. You never reach past your upbringing or the education available in your home town. If you leave to go to school, you get taunted with "college boy," as if educated is a bad thing to be. "Traditional Family Values" makes no room for you if you're gay, if you want to explore, if you are an artist, or even if you want to see what it is to live outside your city's walls. If you don't want children, if you'd rather raise dogs, if you really don't want your wife to be subservient or your husband to be a work-a-holic, or if you (God forbid) don't like football, or even if you choose not to believe in any particular religion, you are the enemy of "Traditional Family Values."

And you know what? I'm okay with that.

When I moved away from my home town, I was made fun of for being a "college boy." When I moved out of Texas, my father stopped speaking to me for "betraying my Texas roots" by moving to live with all those "damned yankees." I'm serious. When I came back, my father had a special coffee mug waiting for me... It has "Texas is God's Country" emblazoned across it.

But something interesting happened when I moved away.

I began to gain an appreciation for other cultures. I began to accept (notice, I said ACCEPT, not TOLERATE) other religions, other races, and members of the LGBTQ community. I began to understand that there was more to life than the tiny town in which I grew up and its three movie theaters in as many blocks. I began to see "traditional family values" for what they were.

Stagnation. In the case of my home town, it was also racism, homophobia, religious fervor, and elitism. "Traditional family values" was a code for "spending your life in the same five city blocks," and "never growing as a person."

So, yeah. We're moving away from your "traditional family values." And I, for one, am glad. And I think one of the largest problems with the phrase comes from that first word, "traditional." "Traditional" means "the way we've always done it." Maybe, but that doesn't make it right. We've "traditionally" subjugated other races, genders, creeds, and discriminated against people for the dumbest reasons, all because "that's how we've always done it." Maybe moving away from that kind of ignorance is a good thing. Maybe, just maybe, there's a reason why "traditional family values" are going away. Maybe it's because they don't work anymore.

Take a good look at the majority of the people who lament the loss of "traditional family values." White, rich, out of touch with reality... I'm sure they are screaming to the high heavens about it. Their way of life, the one in which women aren't worth as much as men and gays can't serve in the military, the one in which interracial marriage is a scandal and where black men don't belong in the White House, is being threatened. It's dying. Because we're learning. We're evolving. We're trying to be better than our "traditional" behavior. We're trying to break with tradition.

And it's about damned time.

So here are my new traditional family values. Women are worth as much as men. You don't need children to have a family, if you don't want them. Two men or two women can be a family, as can any combination where there is love. Boys and girls can play with whatever the hell they want to and whatever sport they want. And if they don't like sports, I'm cool with that too. And those who move away from the nest of their birth are celebrated because they're going out into the world to learn. Art is celebrated. Diversity is celebrated. Love is celebrated. Change is celebrated. And belief is a choice, not an indoctrination.

All hail the new family unit. Long may their traditions evolve.

--SAJ--

It's Okay... You Can Call Me A SJW...

SJW. It's a taunt, a slur, a phrase that immediately causes people to freak the hell out and break out in denials, sputtering, and anger. "I am not an SJW," they scream, with the same ferocity that many people have when they're called a racist. But the question I have is "why?"

SJW stands for Social Justice Warrior. Most commonly, it refers to someone who is overly-sensitive about social issues, and their dedication is sometimes questioned. Is it the cause they believe in, or are they just looking for attention?

But, see, here's the thing... What's wrong with taking a political stand? When did it become a bad thing to stand up for what you believe in? When, exactly, did it become "uncool" to care? Oh, sure, I get the issue that people have with militant Social Justice Warriors (you know, the ones who take it to extremes), but again, shouldn't these people be revered for standing up for their principals?

In no particular order, here is a list of things that I support:

• Animal Rights - I get it. Bacon tastes really good, and I'll eat a hamburger and wear leather. But what I'm talking about is animal abuse that needs to end. Dog fights. Puppy mills. Animals that are tortured for someone's sick enjoyment. It needs to stop, and I'm all for harsh punishments for people that abuse animals.
• LGBTQA Rights - I don't even understand why this is an issue. People are people, and all people deserve the same rights. Men can love men, women can love women, and people can love whomever they choose, or however many of whomever. If you are trans, you should be addressed by your preferred pronoun and you should be able to use the restroom of the gender of your identity. You should have the same rights as every other human being on the planet because (and hear me on this) THERE IS NOTHING 'WRONG' WITH YOU. 
• Women's Rights - See above. Look, can we just get one thing on the record here? If it weren't for women, there's not a single one of you reading this who would be here. Period. They work just as hard as (and in most cases, harder than) men, and deserve to be paid the same. Furthermore, how long do you think a government mandate on what a man could or couldn't do with his penis would last? About three seconds before people threw up their hands and became irate over it. So why is there a difference between women's reproductive rights and men's? And don't tell me "every life is sacred" and "life begins and conception," because I disagree with you, and will until we're both rotting corpses. Look, when it's your decision to carry a fetus to birth, let it destroy your body, and then be saddled with a quarter million dollars in costs raising the child, you get to make the choice. I raised two of them, so I feel qualified to talk about this.
• Ending child abuse - Seriously. If you even doubt this, you're not even human. I support Bikers Against Child Abuse. You don't want to piss them off. 
• Protecting the internet - I prefer the internet as a level playing field, without large companies getting the leg up on smaller independent companies. 
• More stringent gun laws - Note, I said stringent, not banning them. I don't mind if you own a gun (or several), but I also think it's too damned easy to get one in this country. I think that convicted felons shouldn't have them, and I also think there should be some kind of gun registry. Keep every gun you own. Just be a responsible gun owner. 
• Ending racism - Again, I don't even know why this is an issue today. If you're racist in any way, you don't belong in my life. If you truly believe that your race is better than another by virtue of skin tone, you're an idiot and you need to be educated. 
• Legalizing Marijuana - Yes, I feel weed should be legal. It's not nearly as harmful as other legal substances, and there are medicinal benefits. Plus, the revenue it could generate for each state is staggering. So make it legal already. 
• Destigmatizing mental health issues - Mental health issues have cost us too many people. Depression, schizophrenia, dissociative disorders... They're treatable, and they're not the fault of the person suffering from them. But we, as a society, look at people who suffer from mental issues and, instead of helping, we call them crazy. And it's killing people. I'm serious. It's time to be open and frank about mental illness, and to quit treating it like it's a big nasty secret. It isn't. It's real, and it kills people. 
• Funding the arts - Okay, so the NEA is getting hosed over right now, and that's a damned tragedy. Art is important. Music is important. Literature is important. These things help us to see the world around us. They help us come to grips with what it is to be human. And this isn't just limited to the NEA. PAY YOUR ARTISTS. If someone offered to pay you to do your job in "exposure," you'd laugh at them. Well, artists have bills too. And if you're offering to pay them in exposure, you're an asshole. 

Yeah. Take a look at that list. Any of those items on that list will likely send me up onto my soapbox and into a tirade about what's being done and what should be done. And there are more, so many more, things that I believe in, and the vast majority has to do with equality for everyone. And do you really want to call me a SJW for it? Okay. I'm cool with it.

See, here's the thing: We've had them throughout history. Activists, we called them. Advocates. People who stood up in front of the majority with picket signs, or chained themselves to buildings, or refused to sit in their assigned seating. And without those people, nothing would've changed. Think about that. If it weren't for those people, we would still be living the exact same existence that we did when slavery was legal, when beer was prohibited, and when beating the shit out of your kid for "disciplinary problems" built character. 

But how good of an SJW could I possibly be? First off, I eat meat, I'm a heterosexual white male, and I'm basically not a victim of any type of discrimination. No one pulls me over because of my skin tone, or looks at me strange when I fly on a commercial airline, or questions which bathroom I can go in. No one tells me what I can do with my body. And that's the thing. I enjoy all of those freedoms, and I feel like everyone else should enjoy them too. Everyone. Does that seem unreasonable?

So how can I make a difference? By not staying quiet. By using what little celebrity I have, and whatever voice I have, to make statements that people will listen to. I may not be able to move mountains (yet), but I can reach more people than the average schmoe on the street just by virtue of being a published author.

I can hear you now. "But Scott, it won't make any difference if I boycott a store. My shitty little dollars don't mean anything to a multi-million-dollar business." That's true. But you know what? My shitty little dollars do mean something to the mom-and-pop business that I frequent because I refuse to spend money at Chick-Fil-A because of their holier-than-thou, Christian-hate-spewing ownership. (*Note* Not all Christians are hateful. They're spewing hate and calling it Christianity, which is something that every real Christian should be screaming about.) My dollars allow them to stay in business, pay employees, and continue to keep food on their tables. Big shops may not give a damn about the $20 I didn't spend at their stores, but Mom-and-Pop?  That $20 could be the difference between staying open and closing shop.

One of the many things that made the term SJW a pejorative term is the notion that the people who stand up for these beliefs somehow lack conviction, are only doing it for the attention it garners them. That they are thin-skinned and are just looking for a fight. So let me make this clear: Test me. Test my convictions on any of the above points. See just how dead serious I am. I'll laugh at most jokes made in poor taste, usually adding that I (or the person who told the joke) am going to Hell for laughing at it. But when it's time to be serious, there's no joke. As for looking for a fight... Do you not see the fight in front of you? I'm not looking for it. It's already here. And you either fight, or you are swallowed. I'm not a "special snowflake," and I'm not looking for a "safe space" (though I feel some people need safe spaces). I just want what is decent and right. For everybody.

So, yeah. You can call me an SJW. Actually, I don't like the term "warrior" unless you've literally fought for your life. So I'd actually rather you call me, SAJ, an SJA (Social Justice Advocate). What does that mean? It means I believe that you (yes, you reading this) deserve all the same rights I have. I believe in equality. And I will fight for your rights as well as my own.

Until next time...

SAJ (SJA)

Man up, she says...

I unfriended someone the other day on Facebook. I do it often, and anymore, I unfriend people who support Donald Trump. See, I've read the screeds, listened to the diatribes, and feel it's time for me to explain myself. I shouldn't have to. Hell, no one's likely to read this and there's little chance at my changing someone's mind. But I'm going to say it anyway, so here it is.

If you support Donald Trump, you are supporting everything I stand against. We do not share political ideologies, and that's fine. I have many friends with different ideologies than mine, and we are still friends. But Donald Trump goes beyond politics. Supporting him supports just about everything I stand against. I am against racism. I am against sexism. I am against hate-speech. I am against those who would subjugate others. I am against pedophiles. I am against those who watch while others suffer so they can get richer. I am against those who openly mock the disabled. And, yes, I was for the Affordable Care Act. More on that last one in a moment.

If you support Trump, you support all those things. Don't believe me? Look it up. It's not hard to see. And I'm not talking about a few sound-bites or a few articles in a newspaper with quotes taken out of context. I'm talking about entire speeches. I'm talking about behind-the-scenes footage that reveals him for the kind of person he truly is. One person actually asked me, "What racism? What hate-speech?" To that man I give a most urgent cry to wake up. Actually watch the demagogue who has been handed the most powerful chair in the land, and tell me you don't see it. And if you support all those things, you support taking the rights away from me, my loved ones, my friends, and my family. You support a man who is made of hate, and that I cannot abide.

On the subject of the Affordable Care Act... many of you scream and cry because the price went up. No one is talking about the fact that the reason it went up is because the Republican-lead congress voted to strip the vital funding away that would've kept the price down. Look it up. You're blaming a fine man, Barack Obama, for your own ignorance. Check the facts. Now that it's gone, good luck if you need insurance and have a pre-existing condition. Good luck if you have a 26 year old who needs to be on your insurance. Remember when Trump said he would have another plan in place? Well, they voted to get rid of ACA, and there's no other plan in sight. Surprised? I'm not. Just disgusted.

So back to my little story.

Oh yeah. So a woman of whom I know launched her vitriol and spouted about how much she loved Trump because "he may make mistakes" but "at least he's real." She said that we should forgive things said by him in the past because we are all flawed people. Then she posted an image that asked why women make life so hard for other women. I responded that I didn't know, but I wondered why any woman would vote for a man who seems so hell-bent on marginalizing women, knowing how hard it is to be a woman.

Well, as you can imagine, she lost her shit.

She told me that I should "man up" (an inherently sexist phrase) and stay friends with her.

Let me make a few things perfectly clear. Number one, I have "manned up." I stood to be counted with the millions who voted for equality, for dignity, and for grace. I voted for compassion. I voted for human rights and for the people who don't give a damn about the poor to get their come-uppance. I sounded the call and tried to encourage people to vote despite the nihilistic few who said that voting was pointless.

And, not to put too fine a point on it, I voted for the rights that women like this one seem all too content to throw away. That's right. I voted for you to keep your rights over your own body, your right to not be harassed or groped or denigrated in any way. But you... you betrayed every woman, and even yourself, by saying "oh, let's just forgive him because he's flawed." Your ignorance astounds me.

Eight years ago, the man you voted for was at the very center of a ridiculous lie called the "Birther Movement." Remember that? Remember how he harangued the president with bald-faced lies about whether or not he had a birth certificate? Or whether or not he was born in the United States? I hate to break it to you, but that was borne out of a movement to "keep the black guy out of the White House." Again, if you don't believe me, look it up. You'll see that I'm telling the truth. And do you remember all of us just rolling our eyes and letting it die down? Because that's what we did. But when a black man was elected to the White House  so many of you revealed your willful ignorance and screamed and cried and made up lies and did everything in your power to discredit.

Now that it's your demagogue in the White House, you say "aw, we should all just get over it because he won."

Not a chance.

See, I've heard the idiotic arguments. "Oh, we're not supposed to disagree with Obama because that makes us racists, but you get to disagree with Trump?  How's that fair?" Let's have a look at that, shall we? And I'll use small words to make it easy for you to understand. First, you can disagree with the president and it's not racist. That's your right. But if you disagree with what was said only because HE said it, guess what. YOU ARE RACIST. I don't dislike Trump because he's white (or orange... whatever), I dislike him because he dislikes every other non-white, non-heterosexual, non-male on the planet. Oh, and then she lets this steaming pile of filth out on the cyber-waves:

Thought for the night. I find it very interesting that I'm supposed to show tolerance at every turn, even for things I don't agree with...yet, for some reason, tolerance doesn't have to be extended to me. Hmmm. Interesting.

That's right. You are supposed to show tolerance for other races, for other ideologies, and other religions. For other genders, other people. You know what I don't have to be tolerant of?  Intolerance. I know, it seems weird. But see, what I'm standing up against is, in fact, hatred. So let me be clear:  If the thing you don't agree with is, in fact, tolerance, then that makes you a prejudiced piece of shit. And, you know what? That's your right. Live your life in blissful ignorance if you wish, but I promise you, I'll fight for my country every day. And every time I see you being stupid? I'm the guy with the mirror holding it up.

On the off-chance the person who sparked this off reads this, make note... I'm not naming you. Frankly, you're not worth it to me. The fact that you seem incapable of growing past this level of ignorance makes it so. Be happy in your ignorant life. Also, because I know you might not realize this, but replying to this blog post will do nothing but "out" you, so knock yourself out.

Food for thought... if lots of people are unfriending you over your political views, maybe they're not the ones who are wrong. Maybe you're just an asshole.

As a side note, one of this person's friends (who obviously doesn't know me) cautioned me to "tread carefully," as if some toad from Bumfuck Alabama scares me in the slightest. This was clearly a case of someone overestimating their worth. It also could be construed as a veiled threat. Which, by the way, is illegal.

So this is me. Manning up. Again, I hate that phrase. So instead, how about this: This is me standing up. Does it take more courage to stay friends with someone who is an ignorant ass, or to cut the tie and refuse to partake in their idiocy? I'm betting the latter.

Goodbye, 2016

So here we are, at the end of 2016. For many, this year has been nothing short of catastrophic. The number of celebrity deaths, the election of a sub-human man-baby cheeto-demon, and other terrible issues have lead most people to refer to this year as the proverbial dumpster fire. Ever seen one? I have. They're smelly, dangerous, and really there's nothing to be done with one except to watch it burn.

Pictured:  Your year.

But I have a very different perspective on 2016. Yes, we lost Prince, Princess Leia, and Debbie Reynolds (among others). Yes, tiny-handed megalomaniac Trump got into office. But for me, it wasn't the last half of the year that defined the year. For me, it was the first half. Specifically, one day.

March 12, 2016, began a new and amazing chapter in my life. That was the day that I donned kilt and Prince Charlie Jacket, stood in the Seven Sisters sacred druid circle, and professed my love and dedication to a wonderful woman named Lily Kaitlyn Coy. That's Katie, for the rest of you. A white owl flew our rings to us, and we were married while six of my best friends (who were, truly, the best men) stood for me across from Katie and six of her besties (including both of my daughters). Here... Have a look. 

Groomsmen on the left, bridesmaids to the right. 

That one day, that one moment where she said "I do" and kissed me, made the rest of the year worth it for me.

Other good things that happened:  Zoe learned to drive (and I've got the gray hairs to prove it) and got her license. Katie graduated from Texas State University. And I completed (but haven't sold yet) three novels. 

So while many of us are fixated on the negative aspects of 2016, let's not forget that there were personal triumphs that marked the year as we look forward into 2017. I don't believe in "resolutions" so much, but I do have things I want to accomplish. 

• Finish two manuscripts
• Get at least one book sold
• Get into grad school
• Pet my dog more
• Continue to grow and be a better person
• Continue to heal and learn to have self-forgiveness
• Get healthy (or healthier) by exercising and eating better
• Better handle my finances (directly tied into that whole "selling a book" thing)
• Cherish my friends
• Respect, and be respected by, my family
• Spoil the hell out of my wife
• Spoil the hell out of my pets
• Maybe spoil my daughters just a bit

That's it. That's my to-do list for 2017. Modest goals, if I do say so myself. But, starting midnight tonight, it's time to get cracking. 

What do you hope to accomplish in the coming year? What triumphs did you have in 2016? 

May 2017 bring you love, success, and happiness. May you prosper, and may your loves be many. May your triumphs outnumber your tragedies, and may you approach 2017 not with fear in your mind, but with determination and a song in your heart. Much love to you all. 

Blessed be. 

SAJ

How Thankful Am I?

Politics be damned, I still have a great deal for which to be thankful. I don't post it enough, and I know this blog often has depressing overtones. It's part of my personality and psyche, after all. But here we are, moving closer to the end of the year, and we're coming upon one of my favorite holidays:  Thanksgiving. Bearing that in mind, I would like to take this opportunity to let you know about a few of the things for which I am truly thankful. And also, I feel like, in light of recent events and the ongoing issues in our country, we all need to be reminded every once in a while that there are things for which we can be thankful. 

So here's my partial list: 

• My wife - I met Katie at a time in my life when I was ready to give up. She brought me back from that. Made me feel like myself again. She became more than just a girlfriend, more than a lover... She became my best friend. She became my confidant. She became the person upon whose shoulder I could cry, who would laugh at my jokes, and who wouldn't judge me for being the damaged wreck of a human being that I am. She married me (officially) this year in March, and I can honestly say something I never thought I would say again:  I'm happy. For someone like me, happiness comes in fleeting bursts and are treasured moments. With her, those bursts come more often and last longer. 
• My kids - I've got two. Daughters. One is off living on her own, finding her own path, and doing what makes her happy. That makes me proud. The other is still in high school and has my sense of humor. They both are responsible for the greatest joys and worst sadness in my life, and I wouldn't trade either of them for gold. 
• My pug - Sir Maximus Pugnacious, eater of bacon, destroyer of underwear, first of his name, long may he reign. Max may have seemed like an expensive luxury, but he is one of the greatest creatures in my life. For someone who, like me, has PTSD and depression, a pup can be exactly what you need to bring you out of a terrible state. Max does that for me. 
• All my other pets - Timoune, Bitsy, Fuzz-Butt, Buster, Pretty Fish, Carmel... I know. I own a zoo. Don't care. They're more than my pets. They're part of my family. 
• I have a job - Lots of people don't. Lots of people have jobs, but are still unable to afford health care or homes or cars or internet or cellphones or dinner. I have a job. My job provides me with health care, a roof over my head, my car, my Harley, the occasional night out. As much as I bitch about my job, I'm thankful I have it. 
• My family (extended and otherwise) - They say everyone has two families:  One into which they are born, the other the one they chose. The family into which I was born includes my brother and his family, my father, my first and second set of in-laws, and everyone to whom I claim blood relation. And I'm so thankful for them. But I'm also thankful to my extended family. My chosen family, if you will. These are people who adopted me as one of their own. Who treat me like blood even though they don't need to. People like the Hopemans, the McCrocklins, the Taylors... People like my extended Kajukenbo family. People who I seldom get to see, but I love them the same. People with last names like Prather, Barton, Moore. People who came to my wedding and who have stood by me.
• My other jobs - I'm a writer. I'm a teacher. I'm a coach. These things help define who I am, and I'm thankful for the privilege of doing these jobs. I'm thankful for my agent, every editor who has rejected (or accepted me), every student I've ever had (even the ones I didn't get along with), my instructor and those I've instructed. 
• My situation - How many people get a second chance? How many people can say they've been through what I have and are still standing? Probably plenty. I'm not special. But I'm thankful that I am alive, and that I am in my current situation. 

There are so many more things for which I'm thankful that I could go on for days, and every moment would bring something else to mind. Thankful my mother made me take typing. Thankful my father never let me quit Boy Scouts. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera... The point is, there are so many things around for which I can be thankful, and this time of year is designed to bring us to reflect upon them. 

For many, the things for which I am thankful are out of reach. Not everyone has cars, dogs, family... Not everyone can afford a roof or Thanksgiving dinner. At this time, it's important, not only to remember the things we often take for granted, but to reach out to those who may not have as much. It isn't my place to tell you to whom you should reach. But remember that, for some, this year there ins't so much for which to be thankful. So make them thankful that you're part of their lives. Be the person who says "join us." Be the safe haven. Be the blanket. Be the change that you want to see in the world. And when you do, believe it or not, you'll be all the more thankful. 

Until next time ---

SAJ

No... You move.

I'm sitting here at my desk in shock. I know the world continues to spin, and that people will still be themselves, but I'm sorely disappointed in my country. America. My web address, americanhorrorwriter, both .com and .net, were my pride. I chose them because America was the land of the free, home of the brave, land of equality and tolerance. Now... I'm heartsick. I'm ashamed of being an American. I'm ashamed at my home state, Texas.

Not surprised, mind you. Just ashamed.

I'm both surprised by, and ashamed of, my adopted state, Pennsylvania.

We lived, for eight years, with a great man at the helm of our country. Love him or hate him, disagree if you must. We made strides toward peace, toward equality, and toward leaving behind a world our children could be proud of. In one night, the people of the USA brought all that to an end.

Here's what we are going to lose:

• The Supreme Court will be dominated by conservative justices for a generation.
• Same-sex marriage will likely be outlawed on a national level.
• A woman's right to choose will end.
• Social Security will be cut. Or even eliminated. 
• The rich will get more tax breaks.
• Medicare will be cut or repealed.
• Obamacare will be repealed.
• We are likely to head into a recession, possibly a depression. 
• There will be no action on climate change.
• Our international relationships will be destroyed. 
• NATO will be crippled or disbanded.
• Oil drilling, fracking, and pipelines will get tax benefits and govt subsidies. 
• We are likely to end up in a war with Iran. 
• We might see the end of the free press. 
• He will gut or close the Department of Education
• He will gut or close the EPA

In addition, take a look at what else this means. Now it's acceptable to assault women and grab them by the genitals. Now it is acceptable to molest or rape young women. Now it's acceptable to be a racist toward Hispanics and those of African or Asian descent. Now it's acceptable to discriminate against people in the LGBT community and people of a different religion. Now it's acceptable to lie to the American public without fear of prosecution, and to threaten to destroy the fact checkers. Social commentary will be met with threats of lawsuit, and he'll win because his party also has control over the House of Representatives and Senate. Donald J. Trump will nominate two Supreme Court Justices. 

Do you realize what you've done? 

A man who has no regard for the "sanctity of marriage" is now in charge of defining what that means. Your mothers, sisters, wives, co-workers and friends no longer have any control over their own bodies. Ready to retire?  Tough shit. Social Security and Medicare won't be there. And your children? They'll inherit a world that grows progressively hotter and is running out of resources faster than you can believe. And those of you who want to rise above your past through education? You're stuck. Education is about to be gutted too, which means that we will become a nation overrun with ignorance. 

For the first time in my life, I accept no blame for this. Why? Because I voted. I encouraged people to vote. I voted in the primaries and made my voice heard. I actually read the issues instead of trusting the sound-bytes that were screamed on television. I saw what this walking pile of excrement was, and voted against him. 

But you... 

Who's to blame? You who followed the advice of certain nihilistic people and didn't vote because "it doesn't matter anyway" or because it was your way of protesting an imperfect system. You now will live in the future you made. Your complaints over the administration or even the system are null and void, a bullshit argument about a system you couldn't be arsed to change. Scream all you like. You did this. 

You who voted for a third party, as was your right... Take a look at the numbers. Notice how the percentages by which the walking cheeto got elected are the numbers which your not-a-chance-in-hell candidate got? I get it... No single snowflake feels responsible for the avalanche. But you are. 

You who scream "but Hillery is worse!" Do you really mean that? Worse than a child rapist? Worse than the man who bankrupted all of his companies while covering his own ass? Worse than the man who molests women and says the minorities in this country are the cause of all the evils? Because if you really believe that, you didn't actually read about the candidates, did you? 

You who actually voted for Trump, you should get down on your knees and beg forgiveness of your mothers, daughters, friends that aren't white, and the rest of the country that you've hurt. You should beg forgiveness, and be prepared when it will not be given. 

To all my friends who are women, to my daughters, to my wife, to all my friends who aren't white, who aren't Christian, and to all the members of the LGBT community... I'm sorry. I still support you. I stand beside you and will hold you up when you get knocked down. I will defend your right to happiness and to choose what you do with your own body and what consenting adults do in the privacy of your own home with my dying breath. I pledge, now and forever, that I will stand beside you.

It sounds like a hollow promise, I know.  After all, I'm a white male. I'm privileged. I know it. 

But I truly believe that America, MY America, should be a place of equality. I truly abhor racism and sexism and discrimination and subjugation of any kind, even though some times I'm blind to it. I'm thankful to the people who point it out to me because only through awareness and education can we truly fight it. And maybe I sound naive. Maybe I sound like a SJW or hopelessly deluded. But I, the individual, do not want my children, or their children, to grow up in a world where people are discriminated against because of the color of their skin or for any other reason. 

How can we fight this? Education. Why do you think he wants to gut education? Because the more educated we become, the more we actually think, the more we will begin to question his motivations. The more we will evolve into a more enlightened species. The more we will come to realize that discrimination for any reason is wrong. 

There's a thing going around right now that's a quote from a comic book. I'm posting it here. 

So here it is. These words are not mine, but I hold them dear. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

So the question is this:  What do we do now? 

I have one solution. Everyone who has something against Trump, everyone ever molested, touched, groped, robbed, cheated, or destroyed by him, stand up. Get him in front of the court. Have him federally indicted. Send him to the big house before the white house. Please. 

To all my friends, I love you. To the people that will lose their rights, I love you. I'm sorry. We will overcome this. We have to. We have to be better than this. 

SAJ