It’s not 6 foot Harvey.

There are some things going on these days. Serious things. Everywhere we turn.

Oh, believe me, I have opinions on all of them. Most of the time, I steer clear of the big issues here in my little “blog-corner” of the world. Everyone of us sees these topics in the news, and we have our own opinions. I really don’t need to write about them any further. Because, what I am finding these days, is that “clear cut line” in America’s attitudes. We are either for, or against, and there isn’t much anyone can say to change our minds.

Sure, sure. We should be open to learning new perspectives. In theory. We should be willing to hear new ideas. Expand our horizons. It all sounds very good. Warm-ish. Fuzzy-ish. But my truth is this: There isn’t much you can say to change my mind.

In a debate on things, I will carefully listen to you. I will even try to consider your perspective and if it has potential, or merit. Or perhaps see a path to another way. But most of the time, when the words fall on the table, and the dust has cleared, I still feel the same. On any of the pressing issues: Rights of Freedom, Rights of Choice, Environmental Rights, Gun Legislation, Equal Rights in general. My mind is clear on these things.

So mostly, I leave those topics alone here. For your sake, and for mine.

Which brings me to the big question about the blog. The purpose of this.

Do people really want to read about the $91 Million Rabbit Sculpture that was auctioned off last week at Christie’s of New York? The stainless steel figure of a bunny, measuring just over 3 feet tall, by the American Artist Jeff Koons?

Maybe you do want to read about this, or perhaps we just want to commiserate in the absurdity of this venture. If you’ve had a chance to see the thing, it resembles a poorly manufactured mylar bunny balloon. I’ve seen better at the grocery checkout line. In fact, just the other day there was a Porky the Pig head, bobbing up and down, that was quite nice. Two dollars and ninety-nine cents. String included.

No. I can’t imagine why, or how, anyone would spend $91 Million on this. Mainly because I jump into my own perspective on the subject. If I had $91 Million to chuck around on a Tuesday afternoon, I sure as hell wouldn’t buy a 3 foot metal rabbit. I’d probably take that money to an organization who feeds the hungry, or to one that provides shelter for the homeless. One hundred million bucks could buy a lot of meatloaf and gravy, I’ll tell you.

The insanely wealthy could do scores of good for this planet. Some of them do, in fact. Some of them give away huge sectors of their affluence. Warren Buffet has donated 71% of his money. The Gates around 41%. But guess what. It isn’t their job.

It is not.

If I have saved up $100 in my bank account, is it my job to donate half of that to someone who has less? There are a lot of people who could use $50.

So then. Who’s job is it?
And there is the question. Ultimately, the one without an answer.

There is a huge scale of wealth to poverty in this world.
From entitlement, to discrimination.
There are the ones who can do as they please. And then there are those who are scrapping for every bit of their right to be on this earth. The scope of our human rights.

Somewhere, there is a 3 foot metal rabbit living a better life than most of the entire population of Africa.

As I mentioned at the top.
There are some things going on these days. Serious things. Everywhere we turn.


“People shouldn’t be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.”
― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta


“I do not wish women to have power over men; but over themselves.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft, A Vindication of the Rights of Woman


“If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?”. – (Act III, scene I).”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice