Well, I woke up this morning to learn that I am a racist. Yesterday it was doubtful about that. The day before that I clearly was not. But somehow from then until now I became a racist. It isn’t that I have problems with race. I have problems with people who are just plain stupid and don’t have a clue about themselves, me, or the world in general and don’t even have an understanding of what the word “racist” actually means. They fail to trace history. They fail to understand the present. And, they obviously cannot predict the future possible direction this country is taking. They don’t understand politics, cannot tell you who the VP is, and one thinks that Obama is a basketball player. Oh my God! So, in light of that I am a racist. Dear me… I think I’ll go out and have a cup of coffee for punishment for my sins against humanity.
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I would hope that anyone who reads my poetry understands that I write what comes to my mind and it doesn't mean I'm the reality of the words. I mean that just because I write about alcoholism does not mean I am the character in the poems. I write about those I've known and those I know and a very wide grouping that is of sinners and saints, those who know who and where they are going and those who are completely lost. I am empathic. I write in the first person because I feel the reality of what I am writing about. Like Dean Martin pretending to be drunk while performing I am not what it may seem. Just a thought as I know some out there who read what I write see the words and not the art or the understanding of the problem I am commenting on, nor do they understand that the comment is for the purpose of illustration and not my own personal reality. Married to a wonderful woman who is my best friend. Ronald Reagan Conservative Republican. Masters of Accounting-Taxation, United States Marine, taught for 10 years at the University of South Florida, held the following professional certifications: CPA, CVA, CFA. Published author, currently writing three novels and a ton of poems. View all posts by Gordon
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