A Rose Trapped Inside A Fist.

It Is Amazing To Hear Grown-up People Rationalize Homophobia And Discrimination. The Lengths They Go To Trying To Prove Their Points Take Reason To Its Breaking Point.

I Have Come To Regard November As The Older, Harder Man's October. I Appreciate The Early Darkness And Cooler Temperatures. It Puts My Mind In A Different Place Than October. It Is A Month For A Quieter, Slightly More Subdued Celebration Of Summer's Death As Winter Tightens Its Grip.

I Think That One Of The Hardest Things In The World To Be Is A Black Male. I Mean Everyone Hates Your Guts. White Men Are Afraid Of You. White Women Are Afraid Of You. The Cops Hate You. The Government Wants You Dead. Your Own People Want To Shoot You For What You Got. You Just Can't Get Over It. And Even If You Are Able To Get Over It You're Forced To Do It On The White Guy's Terms.

I Think It's Fantastic When The Young Enrage Their Elders. I Really Do Believe That If It's Too Loud, You Are Indeed Too Old, And That If It Has Been Standing For Too Long, It Needs A Thorough Inspection.

We Californians Can Watch The Weather Channel For Images Of Winter's Brutality Unleashed Upon Our Fellow Americans And Thank Our Lucky Stars We Don't Have To Contend With It.