This isn’t a good bye for here but rather a good bye from my writing at myspace.   I’ll continue to post my usual assortment of rants and diatribes here and soon to be followed by a more politically focused site.  I’ve left the post in its original wordings for the hell of it.

Well my friends if you’re reading this odds are you are one of the truly devoted, a personal friend, truly deranged or happened across something you thought would be salacious. Allowing of course for the mathematical possibility of any given combination of the two could in fact exist. If we’ve communicated here or else where and you don’t want to read the entire post who could blame you? Certainly not me given what I am about to say since it is not my standard fare. Despite that if nothing else please do scroll to the end where the italics appear and read that portion. And so we begin…..

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I’ve said it before I used to fuck a Socialist, Hell I’ve written those words here and a few other places over the years. There is nothing quite like Sex and Politics for stirring up a debate. In part in jest and in part I’ve attempted to share my views with you if for no other reason to but to entertain and let you into a small corner of my world.

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In truth I was very much use to be in love with a socialist (sorry babe facts are facts now might be a good time to stop reading because its not censored at all), I was not in love with her beliefs, ironically she was deeply religious, VERY Catholic and I was a humanist at best and an atheist most often. This however is not a religious debate.

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I was not in love with her political views, if there was a poster child for the Bleeding Heart Liberal she would have been it. Sure there were those tender moments, a snowy night in particular comes to mind it was dark, we had sleds she was wearing a yellow ski suit her long dark locks cascading out of a white knit hat. Lying in the snow at the top of a hill along the tree line looking at the stars; its when we had our first political disagreement. As a point of fact it was over the Idea of universal health care. The year was 1989. She thought I was cold, unsympathetic. This was before being politically correct was in vogue. Guess what? I listened and she was as mystified as to why I didn’t care for my fellow man equally. I didn’t feel anyone was not my equal just simply that if I earned something whether by blood, sweat, and tears or sheer dumb luck it was mine and fuck everybody else. I have never been an idealist not as a child filled with fancy and not now. Yet I was young and dumb and very much in love her for far more than her body and the questionable political views and depraved sexual acts we’d enjoy together. I believed our country was great and stood for something important.

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I can still feel her not as a remembrance of a lovers touch but slandering my birth name and political views in the comfort of her current ivory tower academic post. While I have used this name to mock both sides of the aisle of the political world and lampooned my own life in the private sector it has never been my intention to be political here. Just to point out the absurd and have a laugh or two. At heart I’m an not a Republican or a Democrat. I’m not even a Libertarian I stand firmly between an Anarchist and George Washington who was a smart guy who knew enough to not trust the very Government he created…..

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I wondered and mused about how the housing bubble had burst last summer, I talked about running through a subdivision where a family that had been foreclosed on had their possessions piled in the front lawn. It was upsetting it was traumatizing. It was the result of so many unforeseen factors. I neither knew them or their circumstances but guess what I could relate none of us I would venture are ever really that far from our worlds collapsing. I wondered what my beloved Socialist Ex would have thought, what would she have said if we had been there together that morning. Instead I came home and told the Blonde about it. It was a passing note on an otherwise uneventful day. Still I couldn’t get the image out of my mind.

My lovely raven haired socialist would have said that the system failed that the state should have stepped in. At the end of it all I’d have to disagree…in plain fact people like me failed. We failed as shareholders to ensure the institutions were lending responsibly that the equivalent of teaching kids new math wasn’t happening. One plus one will never equal 412 no mater how much we’d like it to. Who knows if the owner had over extended or had something tragic happened. I have friends and acquaintances who aren’t working and desperately want to. I know of thousands more whose jobs are in jeopardy based on which way the chips fall. Seemingly there is not much we can do to stop it.

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Have you ever created new jobs? Built a company from scratch or taken one though a large expansion? I have and while those are the things that if I shared my resume with you I would boast about but I’ve been on the down side of that equation as well. What I can tell you is there are nights when people like me and far above me don’t sleep at all. Not when times are good and not when they are bad. Many of us corporate villains don’t sleep because are worried about the business and people are an inherent part of any business. I have never looked across the table at a man or woman who was about to lose their jobs and not thought of them as my responsibility and my failure not theirs.

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A VP who I knew and had an understanding with won my undying support when his hard vicious exterior showed true humanity last fall as a company was forced to reduce its staff. He took it personally, as his failure and that he let those people down. I’ve been that guy across the table letting people go. I knew where he was and how it felt. Even when you see a bull in a ….China…. shop wearing a Brooks Brothers suit don’t put us all in the same category. Some times it happens because it simple is a fact of business and others because the grim reality is we simple didn’t need their services anymore. In any of those cases they weren’t bad people. None of them had stolen from the company and even if they had there would be no joy in it.

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My Socialist lover would wrapped herself around me so I couldn’t slip away into the night. Either that or she was cold or possible craved the genuine affection. I’d wake her with a good swat on the ass to announce in a not so subtle way I was ready for more. More of what ever struck my fancy and hers. It was a rude awakening in many ways. Sine those youthful days I’ve laid in bed awake countless times and looked across at the Blonde. Not once swatting her while she was asleep. During the day that sort of thing is inbounds but at night well her sleep is scared and mine is rare. In the dead of the night as I laid there silently it was at those times and understood why people live in gated communities with security details when a person has to do those things no matter how necessary and ugly things can spiral out of control. I’ve wished I had afforded my family that level of protection. My old lover however daring she was and willing to try anything who I imagine still sits and laments how whoever she supports can fix it all for us, how we should all be responsible has never created one damn job with a dime of profit she made. Those we have elected on both sides of the argument are not much better. Should we trust them to fix anything? Personally I wouldn’t let them change my tires.

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As a rude awaking last fall’s economic meltdown made me think. It should have made you think it too. Personally it was the adult equivalent of finding out that everything you believed in was a lie. I was a full card carrying capitalist. I almost shredded that card. I’ve seen my own parents who believed in the system and the free market lose a vast amount of their life’s savings, not due to risky investments but due to the failure of all that we held dear failing them. Nothing tragic but rather than a redistribution of wealth it was an evaporation of their savings. Will they lose their home…no. Will they not go out as often or see their grandchildren as much…that sadly will be the case.

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So as much as I hate it when U2 preaches at me or movie stars, athletes and politicians tell me what to think. So I ask that you take the time to read the current bills in front of congress. I’ve put away the ropes and toys to do the same for a while. Understand the implications of what has been done both by Bush and the Republicans and by Obama and the Democrats. If you agree with them then by all means support them if not tell them!

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Write your senators and congressmen with your own well founded opinion pro and con. Go to town hall meetings, go to city hall for god’s sake understand the points and impact to the best of your ability and don’t take any answer they or any media outlet including morons like me give you. Really know it like 1+1=2 and keep knowing it.

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As a dear Aussie friend always says “good bye for now”.

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I’m not deleting the profile and will put up one last post in the next few weeks linking to a long three part Introspection piece I did a few months ago about a friend who I met up with again after nearly 20 years. If you’re interested it’s a close look into how I view my own day to day world. For the first time I’ll know how it looks to another who lived those moments with me.

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On here I’ve been absent more than I’ve been present. I don’t have it in my heart to write erotica, or to poke fun at the political systems these times are far too serious for me to do that. I’ve tried but learned in life to only do what there is a true passion for and now that passion is dormant. I’ll still be reading, and commenting but will apologize for falling dreadfully behind in advance. If you’re on twitter add me there under what else but malflic and send me a note. In the mean time I’m going to focus all of my effort personally in creating maybe just one or two new jobs where I’m at and a maybe one or two in my side ventures over time. All of this while I seriously entertain the idea of beginning a political life, not out of need, not out of ego or even idealism but out of disgust. I feel like another voice screaming in a stadium and maybe just maybe if I yell a little louder, risk a little more personally we can shake the bastards who are fucking everything up and actually be heard.

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If that’s the road I take I don’t expect to be elected but I will not go quietly even as this voice of mine falls silent. I promise if I get summoned to testify before congress because of a dissenting opinion or an unsympathetic voice bordering on being an enemy of the state I’ll wear my pink shirt from the profile so you know its really me. So as I said before…good bye for now…

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Postlude….

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I’m sure I will miss some people I should thank here but please take these next words as intended…as genuine thanks and admiration for all of you. ….

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To The Good Reverend Sleestaxx…I’m embracing the anger with in. I’m going to unleash its fury on the world and while I do that I’ll be thinking of Henry Rollins and his Bird ….Bath….. All the while I’ll try not to come off as crazy as Dean Howard and Wendy O on a bender…but no promises ….

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To the Naked Nurse – You’ve given me some of the best bed time reading I’ve ever enjoyed. With out exception I look forward to every new post and do miss some of the more personal stories from a while back, albeit the latest was very sad. Quit giving your stuff away. You’re a special lady and far too talented to stay published only here, take a chance be a wild girl, buckle down sell some of your stories and make some money with your writing gifts. I’ll always be cheering for you and willing to help in any way that I can. ….

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Sabrina – I enjoyed seeing some lighter writing from you lately not that the dark wasn’t wondrous and insightful. Its great to see you continuing on and others taking notice and appreciating your talents. All the best to you and the Viking. FYI It looks like Sept will be my next trip your way…..

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Sweettalk – you know where to find me come hockey season and I know where to find you and those lovely words you create. Next year I’ll be sure to get s few pics of Mario’s house for you…..

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Cupid you always with out fail made me smile and laugh. Not an easy task…..

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Macidy if you ever show back up and read this I miss your well thought out angry rants…..

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Innocent Brat – Someday I’ll make it back to your part of the world. If I do I’ll drop you a line…..

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To all my other friends here than you so much for the comments, conversation and writing I have truly enjoyed it.