Monday, May 02, 2016


This is an impressive piece of music, but I believe Chloe Trevor could have played my High School report cards and made them look good. Seriously, parts of this performance look downright supernatural:

Saturday, April 09, 2016

The Most Interesting Presidential Candidate in the World

He worked for NASA. His namesake was installed on most of the computers sold for decades. He's taken on corrupt governments and escaped their wrath by disappearing into the jungle where he was developing new antibiotics from previously undocumented flora. He took the half-billion dollar sale of his software company and created several new incubators for new security software development. There are pictures on the internet of him holding almost every weapon made by man. The above descriptions aren't even hyperbole... He's been called the real most interesting man in the world.

Who we're talking about, if you haven't guessed, is John Mcafee, and he's running for President of the good ole' U S of A. He has already obtained ballot access in 3 states via his own party ticket (the Cyber Party), and seeks the Libertarian nomination, which would put him on the ballot in all 50 states.

Mcafee has a software incubation company, Future Tense, which operates out of the southeastern US. He must have made a stop or two over at Von Mises while visiting his operation in Auburn, AL, and picked up a lot of his ideas. Or maybe he is just logical enough to realize what value freedom has. Either way, he makes a lot of sense for a guy who seems to be on the edge.

The guy is unconventional, to put it mildly. That, though, is probably exactly what a 3rd party needs to get any real promotion. Any publicity for alternative parties is good, but having a guy who can articulate sound ideas as well as be a camera magnet is great. He may not win, but he may very well put the party duopoly on the path to elimination, and that would be a very good thing.

Below is an ad for one of his software companies, Qikfunder, produced a couple of years ago:

Friday, April 01, 2016


The spring lovebirds are calling.

The song sounds so happy.

They sing, and sing, and sing.

They sing all day... calling out.

As the daylight drops, and the sun sets,

Some of them still call.

But, somehow, that same song sounds like it's in a minor mode.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Election Cycle

Take it from me, I know you will.
(If not by force by the fear of it.)
No skill required, just apathy:
The lethargy of constituency.
By voting, the sloth grows in our veins.
The reins of our rights and lives
are taken with lies
and with a ballot trick.
Now, quick, you must pick!
Which robber do you want,
the left or right?

I think I'll just stay home on election night.

Thursday, February 18, 2016


Today was tax filing day in the Tonewah house. Unwillingly sacrificed were the hard-earned wages to the gaping maw of the beast. "Oh, but Tonewah, just happily do your part... it's for the greater good."

Greater good my brown eye.

The individual is so much more important than the collective. Collectively, we are merely the sum of our parts. A collective can't even exist without the individual. Why, then, do we constantly sacrifice, willingly or unwillingly, for the collective?

It makes no sense. No matter how you turn it and try to create a facet of logic, you will fail. You have to look at the motives of those who would force you to sacrifice for the collective. Then, you'll see clearly that it doesn't benefit ALL the individuals in the collective, just a few.

Just a rich, powerful, few.  

"Oh, but welfare, Tonewah... they're taking our money and giving it to people who don't work." That's a just a few scraps tossed out to people with which to buy their support. As a percent of spending, welfare to individuals for food and other needs is fairly small.

Corporate welfare is another story, though. Corporate welfare is how the fat cats get fatter. Fascism by any other name is still the same. And this ole boy just got robbed by the fascists.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Time Off

Having a few days off to do the things you've been putting off usually doesn't work out. This week has been no exception. Tractor repair, fence stringing, and other varied tasks were scheduled. Not all were accomplished.

The clutch disc ordered from the internet was not the one delivered. This fact wasn't noticed until after breaking the old tractor apart and trying to re-assemble it with the new one installed. The failure to couple was only noticed just a few bolts away from completion of the task.

Fence work went well, for a while. The chainsaw started and ran well. Hedges cut like butter and the chain remained on the saw for the whole job, no small feat for the little Homelite. A perfect path was cleared for the fence. The sun shone brightly on the lack of fencing materials all day, yet the dearth remained unnoticed until too late to be remedied.

Now, A broken-in-half tractor sits motionless in the garage, an unfinished fencing project dashes the hedge-row. Had it not been for a few times when the ball bounced the right way, the week might as well have been spent in bed. Thankfully, due to a trip to the guitar store, the week was not a total loss.

A new guitar adorns the blog, now. It replaces the retiring SG, which served faithfully for years. After an attempt at purchasing a guitar online went awry last year (which has also prompted a boycott of Gibson merchandise), a shiny new Charvel Desolation sits atop the banner.

The model has active EMG pickups, locking tuners and a bevy of features that this fiddle picker probably lacks the skill to utilize. The sonic range is very versatile, and the mahogany wood makes it sing like an angel or a demon, whichever you prefer. It is also gorgeous. The finish has provoked a few inappropriate touches, already.

Desolation is a good name. It lays waste guitars 10 times its price point. After playing the Charvel, one wonders why anyone would ever go back to the clunky old Gibson.

A short pause reveals many words typed already. Time to stop the clicketty-clacking of the keys and break forth to the bed. Good-night and good-bye, sweet week off from work... I hardly knew thee.

Monday, January 04, 2016

When Youth and Blood are Warmer

Just because your years grow doesn't mean you have to get older. Yes, there are some things that pass with the wisdom that age brings... or that should pass... (Such as a belief that socialism could ever possibly work in the real world,) but your ability to find things new again doesn't have to pass. All things should be capable of being made new to you.

Yes, passion is more intense in youth. Everything seems as though it is of such a great importance that it spikes the levels in your emotional state. That's the hormones talking.

Age brings level-headedness, but it doesn't have to end your passion. Some of us wish we could have had more level-headedness in our youth. Maybe some better decisions would have been made. Maybe not. Some of us feel just as passionately about things we've actually had a chance to reason-out.

The cold winds are blowing again. Tired bones may ache, but the mind still works feverishly. The heat warms the soul and brings the rush of lustful youth.