Wednesday, October 5, 2022

Lunch is so damn expensive....now what?

I don't know about you, but inflation pricing is scaring me.  I still remember going out to lunch on $5-$10 for a sandwich, drink, and chips.  I've found that now I can't eat at even one of the usual fast food places for less than $20.  So I need to get better at packing my lunch.  Most of these things can be eaten at room temperature which is also a plus if you don't have access to a microwave for lunch. 



Here are some of my new favorites: 


1. Bento Boxes (adult lunchables):
You can look up bento boxes on amazon, and they sell them at pampered chef 

Each box should have five things (at least that's my style).  You probably want to include 1. fruit or veggies, 2. cheese, 3. nuts, 4. meat, and 5. some type of bread cracker or pretzel.  I also like to add something sweet like a cookie, granola bar, muffin, etc.  

Here are things I like to eat in my "bento box" lunches:
Mini Carrots
Peanut Butter
Nuts - peanuts, almonds, cashews, pistachios 
Raisins
Craisins
Sliced Cheese (sharp cheddar, pepper jack, gouda, dill havarti, etc)
Grapes, apple slices, orange slices, Pitted Cherries, Peach slices, etc.
Spinach (salt and pepper, lemon juice, or a bit of extra virgin olive oil)
Pepperoni
Grilled Chicken pieces
Deli meat
Crackers 
Pretzels
Broccoli and Dip
Avocado
Chips or corn chips
Tuna or Chicken salad  - goes nice on crackers. 
Melon


2.  Stir-Fried, Grilled,
or baked chicken (or turkey breast that I sometimes see)  - flavor with spices (love this seasoning salt for mine
Add to salad
Add to pasta that you will eat cold (like pasta salad)
Chicken Salad Sandwich
Add bbq sauce which is not as volatile as mayo. 
For a unique treat, I also sometimes mash up banana with mine.  I've also made it with salsa or guac instead of mayo.  

3. Sandwiches or wraps or pita pockets - The better the ingredients, the better they are.  I find that I like to keep the parts separate and put them together just before I eat.  It makes it seem fresher (using my bento box or little jars to keep them separate.  I also love my reusable ziplock bags. 
Bacon
Avocado
Salsa
Good bread
Fun cheeses  - pepper jack, provolone, dill havarti, gouda
Good meat like grilled chicken, real turkey, meat loaf. pot roast, etc.  
I find that pesto, pepper jelly and guac add some zing. Bbq sauce, honey mustard, etc. without me

worrying about salmonella. 

What I like to do is find sandwiches I love at a fancy restaurant or deli and make my own version. 


4. Sushi - veggie or cooked shrimp.  I sometimes pick up sushi and maybe would learn to make it.  

5. Salads - This can be just about anything.  I like five bean. Pasta salad, potato salad, etc.  The key is that green salads might get soggy.  So I keep soggy things separate from the greens and other veggies.  Then I put it together when I'm about to eat.  The key for me to not be hungry soon after is to make sure you have protein with it.  So potato salad needs a side of grilled chicken or something.  Make sure that stuff with mayo stays cold.  I prefer salads that have vinegar or oil based dressings. Green goddess dressing is fun too. 


6. Sometimes I just eat a bowl of roasted veggies (sweet potato, butternut squash, roasted brussels sprouts, broccoli, etc.) 


7. Tacos can be fun - same thing...make it into something you'd enjoy.  Tacos can be anything inside and any type of shell.

8. Spring rolls using rice wrappers with veggies and some type of meat inside and a peanut dipping sauce or sweet sauce etc. example here: https://cookieandkate.com/fresh-spring-rolls-recipe/.  I would make mine with carrots, spinach or lettuce, maybe cabbage, and throw in some cooked chicken or shrimp.  I also love them with sliced apples or pears inside.  The peanut sauce makes it fun. 

9. I also like making things like Caprese salad, or prosciutto wraps (cooked asparagus or tubes of cheese wrapped in ham, turkey, prosciutto, etc.)

10.  I also have used pillsbury crescent or biscuit dough with some meat and cheese baked in using muffin
tins. They remind me a bit of those wrap roll ups you make with wraps and then cut into disks, but I like the dough better.  They are just one of the many things you can make with muffin tins.  For some reason, I prefer mine square rather than round and use this brownie pan.  I've done crab cakes, ham and cheese bites, sausage biscuits, spinach "rolls", mini-pizza rolls, mini quiche, little lasagnas, and so much more.  

11. Lettuce Wraps - I love these as my new obsession.  Boston Bib Lettuce is the key.  Then cook up a protein (ground pork is my go to) with some garlic, ginger, sesame oil, soy, and season.  Then eat in wraps with peanuts, shredded carrots, scallions, or other shredded veggies. 




12. Quiche - I love making a quiche on the weekend.  I usually use the pre-made crust, one cup of shredded cheese, one cup of cooked veggies (love roasted broccoli), 1/2 cup of cooked meat (bacon is my go to), 8-10 eggs.  I just beat it all together and then bake till the middle doesn't jiggle.  


I hope this list helps you with some ideas.  What is your go-to lunch that is easy and fun (or different).  Comment below :) 




Monday, September 26, 2022

Stop fucking asking me "How are you feeling?" Cancer Tips to support me and others (maybe)!

So I'm working through some major stuff here. I've tried to be honest about it. It's not easy, or fun. I know that I don't have it as bad as others, but fucking fuckity fuck this shit is scary. And that's just the cancer.  

Since finding out that I've got melanoma in March, through surgery and recovery, immunotherapy, more cancer, and more immunotherapy, I've been trying to be strong. I am strong, dammit.  

I'm also scared, anxious, pissed off, sad, depressed, and overwhelmed. I have days when I can't get out of bed and other days when I can slow jog a 5k with my dear friend, Brian. Some nights I sleep more than 12 hours and others I just cry all night and can't sleep.  

I wonder if I'm going to make it. I try pep talks. There are mantra's written in dry erase marker on my mirror. I'm praying. I'm speaking the good. But this is still really fucking hard. That's just part of it. Like so many of you, I also have a job that needs me where I want to succeed. I've got family who loves me and have relied on me for years. I'm trying to get through the end of my marriage and juggle grad school. I want to be the inspiration, not the reason for worry. I'm trying to keep up with the things I love like singing, hiking, and costume parties.  

As I go through this, the hardest thing to answer up to a few hundred times a day is "How are you doing?" or "How are you feeling?"  

Do me a favor and don't ask me that. Please. I'm already reminded of the cancer with bouts of exhaustion, nausea, and vertigo. The random skin rashes that itch like crazy also like to pop up in case I forget. Do you really want to know all these details? Do you want to listen to me rant about the fact that my doctor's missed this through four appointments over six months? Hear about my anger? My sadness? My depression? My diarrhea? Even if you do, I don't want to talk about it again.  I am posting updates on my caringbridge if you really want to know.  

Instead, try: What's new? How's it going? What's going on? Then if I feel like talking about treatment or prognosis, I can choose to add it into the conversation. 

Otherwise, you'll get a pat answer that makes neither of us feel better: "good days and bad days." 

Also, for fuck's sake don't talk to me about a fad diet or something you read on the internet that cures cancer that you have no idea if it actually works because you DON'T KNOW ANY REAL PERSON who has tried it with success. Just because you read it works on the internet doesn't mean I should give up what trained medical professionals know about my cancer to try this stupid shit. Look at what you are sending me. See if there are any studies out there that show it works beyond those done by the same people who are selling this diet or that herbal supplement. And even then, I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT. I've got a team of doctors at two major medical centers. Both are open to alternate therapies. We are already talking through them all.  

It would also be lovely if you didn't tell me about the friends you had die of cancer. Or those that had a dozen surgeries and are still fighting melanoma or other cancers. Neither one of these things makes me feel any better. I don't want to be reminded of the fact that I might die or the fact that I might have to have a dozen more surgeries to fight this. One was enough. I promise.  It's good to tell me you had friends beat cancer, but please don't tell me a friend had a melanoma cut off and is fine.  These are very different things.  

And if I haven't talked to you in 20 years or we are only Facebook friends because I made out with you at a bar one night before I got married, your offer to be a listening ear is just plain creepy. Honey child, if I thought we were that close, I'd have talked to you about this and all of the other crazy shit with my failing marriage, my depression, my job worries, and my other problems over the years.  

Don't share my address with strangers and ask them to send me get well cards or gifts.  It's fucking weird to get a note in the mail from someone I don't know, or even worse one that isn't signed at all and just says "We're praying for you."  


Please don't suggest that I should be laying in bed wallowing in pity either. If you see me out at a concert or going to an event, cheer for me. Trust me I took an extra nap and will pay for it later with more exhaustion. It's much better for me to live my happy moments and sleep around them then fall into a depression because my health is declining.  






So what does help me in all this?  

Send me postcards or notes or cards. My cousin and a few friends have been doing this and it's lovely. Hell, it doesn't even have to be a postcard or note. I love kid art for my fridge and bathroom mirror. Or your own art too. You can still color me a picture from a coloring book to make me smile. 

Emails from old friends (like one of my college professors) also really make my day. Especially when they just say things like, "what's new with you?" It's ok to mention that you hope things are going well with my treatment. Tell me about you, too, though. I want to hear about your garden, your kids, your hobbies, your life. I want to be reminded why we are friends. I want to read about our memories together and the new memories you are building. I want to live vicariously through you as you run races and travel since that part is hard for me right now. I'll update you on my treatment/health on days I feel like it. I'm not shy, but don't want to be reminded about it. 

Post great photos, jokes, or send me funny tik-toks or instagrams. I love that stuff. Kittens, puppies, cooking failures, dad jokes......I'm all eyes and ears. 

Offer to meet me for a meal or set up a game night or craft night. As my treatment gets tougher, I'm sleeping more and getting out is no longer easy. If you know me, I'm a super extrovert. I'm usually the convener, the person making the plans, and I'm missing seeing friends right now. I've not got the energy or clear brain to make the plans to see people that I used to. Even just offering makes me smile, whether or not we set a date. 

I want to hold your babies, pet your puppies, and feel your cats purr too. Those are all good things. Some of my greatest moments of joy lately are playing with the puppies in my building on the elevator. 

Love on and with your loved ones. And tell me about it. Remember to live every moment to the fullest and not let work become your life. Just hearing those stories in a phone call, email, Facetime, or in person makes me happy.

Pray for me and/or send positive energy my way. I believe that it helps and buoys me up on rough days. 

Although not necessary, meal gift cards like door dash and grub hub are awesome. Even better if you are local is to offer to pick up a meal from a local place and come eat with me. Eating alone can be pretty lonely, and even worse when you are going through it.  

Accept and understand that for me, I'm going to probably be more self-centered than you've ever seen me before. Even if your life is horrible, I'm working on focusing on me. That might mean that I'm not the listener I once was. It may also mean that I seem short with you. I may cut you off when you start to talk about something that I know will trigger tears or anger, sadness or depression. Indulge me in this for a bit. I feel like I've been a pretty good listener for the first 45 years of my life. I'll try to get back to it once I'm through this hard stuff. 

Tell me I look great and you are glad to see me, preferably without mentioning the fact that you are surprised I have hair.  

Offer to meet me for a walk, hike, or stroll.  

Make sure to advocate for yourself and your family members in medical care. You know your body better than any doctor or nurse. If something feels off, trust your gut and get checked. Insist on that biopsy or test rather than being poo-pooed by a doctor.  

Those are my own personal wishes for how you can help me beat this. Maybe they will be helpful to others too.  



Friday, February 18, 2022

Kicking Depression's A$$

For decades, I've struggled with winter depression.  It usually sets in on or about December 1 and runs through the end of March-ish.  I'm not sure of the cause.  It may be that I'm separated from my other half, my twin.  I could also be affected by seasonal affective disorder.  Maybe the craziness that is year end giving at work also impacts me, and the fact that there is so much going on that I neglect self-care. 

During the pandemic, my depression management was even worse. 

I was not seeing people, my marriage had fallen apart, I was worried about my family, and the list continues.  As the pandemic intensified and my home life got worse, I started running regularly to alleviate stress.  I ended up training for and completing a marathon for charity and running a half marathon a month....something I'm continuing into 2022.  



My first half marathon in years in 2021

But the entire reason I wanted to write this blog post was because of my cheer chart.  What I decided to do as the pandemic got worse and I saw winter coming, was to make a reminder of what to do to pull myself out of it.  

I made a list of things that either make me happy or are good for me and put it on a chart on my refrigerator.  

I had a bunch of random round magnets left from craft projects that I put on there.  Each morning, I try to make sure I do at least three of the things on the list before I start work.  At the end of the day, I aim to do two more.  On weekends, I want to use all seven magnets at minimum.   This sounds silly, but it has really made a difference in my day.  When I'm feeling down, I look at the chart and try to do at least ONE.  Some of these are super easy, like drinking a pint of plain water or taking a photo to post online.  Soon, I'll update the chart with other things, but my cheer chart has helped me fight depression this year.  

My current 2022 Cheer Chart

Here are some of the things that are on the chart or help me:

Running/Gym/Exercise - If I get 30 minutes of exercise, I usually feel better.
Stretching - some days I just can't motivate to exercise and stretching is good.
Brushing, Flossing, Vitamins, Drinking Water, Eating my Veggies - these are things that I am whiny about, but I know they make my life and body better when I do them.  They are easy wins on days when I can't seem to even get out of bed. 
Crafting - I love making sea glass art to send to friends or doing other crafty things with my hands.  
Cooking/Baking - Making my own food, once I can get started, is good for me and makes me happy.  I just have to get started. It also helps me sell pampered chef stuff for an added benefit. Another bonus is when I can make food to share with friends.  
Friends - Seeing friends for a walk, game night, meal, or just to chat over tea always makes my mood better.  
Writing  - I love writing postcards or note cards to mail to friends.  I imagine them seeing it in the mailbox and smiling.  Getting real mail makes me smile as well.  
Adventure - This one is hand-written on the bottom in case you can't read it.  I love trying new food, activities, new hikes, going thrifting, or exploring.  
Reading - Encouraging my brain to explore another world with a good book also is something that helps me escape negative thoughts.  

Other than the chart, here are added anti-depression measures I've been utilizing. 

Mirror Reminder

I purchased wine glass markers and write quotes, scriptures, and sayings on my mirror in the bathroom to see each time I am there.  


My current mirror quote. 

Sleep

Sleep seems to be super important for me too.  There are nights when I can't get out of my head.  Two things have helped with that.  First, I stumbled on magnesium cream at a farmers market.  I don't use it all the time, but a little dollop on the bottom of each foot before bed knocks me out on most rough nights.  If my crazy thoughts attack earlier in the night, I have been drinking a bit of cbd simple syrup with some seltzer or sprite.  On occasion, I follow the recipes on the bottle and make a cocktail.  However, it puts me to sleep within 20 minutes, so I don't do it often.  

Future Planning

The other thing that I've learned to do is to find crazy things that I look forward to.  In some cases, I focus on not letting people down by missing something.  Other times, I find things that bring me so much joy that I think about them on rough days.  

This is my winter plan most years:
Thanksgiving With Family
Christmas Gift Making (crafting and more from list above). 
Birthday - connecting with my twin
New Year's Day Run
Polar Plunge for Special Olympics in February

These activities are supplemented with other races, game nights with friends, concert and show tickets, trips to sunny places or adventures on the calendar.  


If I've got something on my calendar to look forward to, I can usually muddle through the ugly stay under the covers and feel like crying days.  



Polar Plunge 2022

Then as the flowers bloom and the days are longer, I seem to be better.  I still have tough days where I don't to get out of bed or talk to people.  However, it's easier to run, find adventures, see friends, get fresh air, and live my life.  I go hiking more often with my friend Kristen, flea market shopping with my sister, camping, sea glass collecting, national park exploring, cocktail drinking, speedo racing, and so many of the other things that bring me joy.  Seeing all the posts lately about depression makes me think I'm not alone.  Hopefully you can make a chart that helps you too.  


Thursday, October 8, 2020

Holding Grudges - forgive me.

Excuse me...Eric?  

Yes

"You are Eric Shoen, right?"

"Yes, that's me." 

"I'm sorry, I'm not comfortable cutting your hair today." 

"Is it because I came from out of state?"  

"No.  You made me very uncomfortable last time I saw you and I don't feel like being uncomfortable cutting your hair.  You'll have to find another place."  

"I'm so sorry.  I hope that you find healing for that wound.  Thanks."  

This happened to me today.  I know I must have said or done something years ago that hurt this man.  Here's the thing.  I haven't lived here in 10 years.  In fact, I don't think I've seen this person for at least 15 years.  I'll be darned if I can remember it.  

I've said and done some mean and stupid things in my life.  I've done that to people that didn't deserve it.  I  think I remember every time I did that and realized it.  The words or actions would keep me up at night.  I'd be sick to my stomach and replay the scene over and over in my head to try to make sure I didn't do it again.  In fact, I still get sick to my stomach when I think about some of those things in my past.  In most cases, I apologized as soon as it was out of my mouth and I realized how bad it was.  In others, it took me a few days to apologize.  Sometimes, I've apologized over and over for years for saying or doing something that hurt someone else.  In a very few cases, I've decided it was best to say nothing because I was either too uncomfortable or thought even bringing it up would cause more harm to the person I had hurt.  

My friends and I joke that I don't have any filters.  I just say things.  

My mom thinks that I just say things that other people are afraid to say, but are reality.  She lives by this philosophy with us kids which has caused more than one hang up phone call.  

I have people that have done things to me.  For most of them, I've forgiven them.  I'll never forget what they did to me, but have moved on.  

Most people in my life have confronted me when I've done something wrong, or at least I realized it.  At least I hope that's the case.  

For this person to have held onto this feeling for 15-20 years without telling me, or forgiving me, makes me wonder how he lives his life.  

For anyone else out there reading this who I may have upset, insulted, or hurt in some way, forgive me.  You can try to confront me about it, but I'm not sure now is the best time.  Still, feel free.  


Monday, August 12, 2019

Dog pee.....right or wrong?

Yesterday, David and I took our pooch Casper with us to a very large outdoor flea market.  There were dozens of dogs there.  Casper was a very good dog.  He listened to us, never barked, and stayed by our side for the whole morning of walking around.

Occasionally, as dogs are want to do, Casper was sniffing and peeing on things other dogs had peed on.  We were very careful to make sure he didn't pee on anyone's products that were on the ground.  If you have ever had a dog who does this, they spray the equivalent of two or three tiny drops of pee on things.

As we were almost finished walking around the flea market after four hours, Casper apparently peed on one of the table legs of on a vendor's folding table.  I didn't notice because I only focused on him when we were near products on the ground or if there were other dogs around and I needed him to sit and focus on me.

I was looking at a lovely set of cufflinks at a table when this woman marched up to me and grabbed me by the shoulder to spin me around.  Casper, was laying under the vendor table where I was looking and was very calm.

"Your dog peed on my table."

"Oh, did he?  I'm so sorry."

"YOU didn't HEAR me....your dog PEEEEED on my table.  I have to put that back in my car."

"I heard you very clearly.  I'm sorry that my dog may have peed on your table leg."

"DINT you HEAR me?  Your dog peed on my table leg."

"I did year you and I have said I'm sorry."

"YOU are DISGUSTING FILTH.  That is disgusting.  You are gross and disgusting."

"Mam, I've apologized to you and am not sure what else you'd like me to do.  I'm going to walk away now."

"You vile piece of shit."

This lady was screaming at top volume with spittle landing on my face with hundreds of people stopping to listen.  I maintained my calm.  I honestly don't know what she expected me to do.

Ten minutes later, while Casper was giving a friendly greeting to another pup and we were chatting with a vendor, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"You dropped this," said a man as he handed me a wad of paper towels the size of a softball. 

"Um...thank you, but I don't think I did."

"Yes, you did, you asshole, it's your dog's piss."

"Ok then."

Now the other vendor looked at me in an odd way.  I explained what happened.  She felt that it was very odd and told a similar story about her dog at a fair.  David was furious, as was his cousin.  I told them that we wouldn't stoop to the level of these people and I just needed to find a garbage to throw away the napkin.

So my question is this?  What would you have done?

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Anxiety, Tears, Anger - we remember



In 2011, I visited Terezin.  It is a concentration camp from the Holocaust that is located just outside of the city of Prague.  I didn't realize until that time that so many gay men were also killed as part of the holocaust.  They were considered deviants and forced to wear a pink triangle instead of a yellow star of David. 


It broke my heart to see the museum that was filled with remembrances of so many people.  The statue above is a memorial at Terezin to the people who died there.  Tonight marks the beginning of Holocaust Remembrance Day.  The day is marked on the jewish calendar and this year falls on May 2 (May 1 at sundown).



Over 6 million jewish people were murdered during the holocaust.  Another 6 million people considered "deviants" were also murdered.  This included gay people, gypsies (Roma), and political dissidents.

Tonight, I was invited to join my sister at a Holocaust remembrance day ceremony at the Etz Hayim Synagogue.  As we arrived, I was surprised to see at vehicle in the parking lot covered with NRA, Trump, and Republican party stickers.  It made me nervous and fearful.  As we approached the temple, my sister and I noticed a policeman at the door to check guests.  


We entered the synagogue and were warmly welcomed by the members.  Men were encouraged to cover their heads, and I chose a fitting yarmulka for this ceremony to remember my gay brothers and sisters who were killed.  


As we entered the temple, I was anxious about my safety.  This is a feeling that I've had a lot lately.  It happens when David and I go to a dance club (we went out last weekend and I made sure to mark exits even though every guest was patted down by security), at Easter Service (we went to a church next to where the Boston Marathon Bombing happened), and now at a small remembrance day in the middle of small town Derry, NH. 

The rabbi mentioned that this was the first time in his career that he has felt the need to hire police to protect his temple.  This made me sad and angry.  I also struggled during the prayers to close my eyes and focus on praying.  Instead, I worried that there were no hymnals or bibles that I could throw at a potential attacker if one came in.  I was grateful to sit next to a side exit, but anxious that there were so many windows around us.

Kim and I, though, were there to celebrate the lives of some musicians who died in the concentration camps.  

Gideon Klein's Opus 2 (selection here) was dark and dissonant.  He was killed in a concentration camp. 



Simon Laks survived in spite of the horror's he saw and his music was a bit more uplifting.  It is not known when this String Quartet (selection below) was composed, but it premiered a mere months after he was liberated from a concentration camp. 


We can't forget these people and this atrocity.  We also can't let it happen again.  I won't let fear and anxiety prevent me from worshiping, remembering, yelling from the rooftops at injustice.  We can't let this country or this world be taken over by hate.  We must stand up for each other and stick together.  Each one of us must sing our songs of defiance and stand together against hate and injustice.  We need to vote with our money, our hands, our brains, and our hearts.  

Help me remember those who have gone and honor their memory by continuing to fight to prevent this from happening again. 

WE REMEMBER








Monday, November 19, 2018

Arming the Left - getting ready for a revolution - is that the solution?

The only guns I've ever fired were paintball guns, bb guns, and toy guns.  As I watch the news and see the current state of politics in our country, I am more and more convinced that I should probably learn more about guns and firearms.

What I'm afraid of is that a revolution is coming.  With a divisive president in office only trying harder and harder to divide the country, I worry that the liberal, left leaning folks are going to be in trouble.  The more conservative faction in our nation all seem to love and understand guns, ammunition, and how to use them.  Most democrats and liberals are all for gun control yet don't know the first thing about shooting a weapon.

I realize that my opinion may be colored by my upbringing.  I grew up on a dairy farm in northern New York.  We had a dozen shotguns in the house.  It wasn't unusual to have one in the back of the truck on a rack in the cab of the truck or in a gun holster on a tractor to kill gophers that were digging holes in the fields we were working, squirrels that chewed a hole into our attic, and foxes that kept getting into our hen house.  My dad and brother regularly hunted white tail deer that would be both a trophy head on the wall and meat in our freezer that helped feed our family.  I grew up not wanting to join my family in the hunting.  I didn't mind having the meat, but didn't want to be part of the killing.

Now, my family runs the gamut of the political and religious spectrum.  Having a gay son who married an African man and his twin brother who also married someone from a foreign country has slowly shifted them more left than they were.  Still, my family doesn't vote for parties, but policies.  One of my brothers has a large gun collection and my parents continue to have guns on the farm for hunting.

I feel like I am the only person in my family who knows very little about guns.  My sister and her husband taught their daughters about guns, as have my brothers with their kids.  I know that some of them vote for the right, and some for the left.  What I also know, and appreciate, is that even my liberal siblings are teaching their kids about guns.

The thing is, none of my more liberal friends are teaching their kids about guns, gun safety, and gun use.  I, myself, am for gun control.  I really am.  I want gun and ammo control in our country.  BUT, I also think that it is essential that kids learn how dangerous weapons are and how to use them.  I think all adults should learn the same thing.

Why I bring politics into the picture, is that I'm truly afraid that this revolution is coming in America like we haven't seen for one hundred fifty years.  ON our doorsteps in a matter of seconds, we may be fighting face to face with our neighbors and our friends to win our way regarding what we think this country really should be.  When this revolution happens, my intellect, and that of my friends, isn't going to protect us from our conservative friends who have been pitted against us and all know a lot more about guns and how to use them.

I'm not advocating for violence.  I'm not cheering for murder, war, or a revolution.  What I do want, though, is a country where both the left and right understand how to use guns for protection and for feeding themselves WITH sensible gun control.  I also want a country where we can talk about these things, politics, guns, religions, race, and class warfare civilly so that my fears of us killing each other in a revolution can be assuaged.

Until I can no longer live in fear of a revolution, I guess its time for me to learn about guns.