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It’s a surf spot not a park, stupid

June 6, 2017

I went to my surf spot yesterday. The hardest part is being surrounded by these soulless, wel–meaning, happy-faced people who have gotten better at getting waves but are still horrible surfers in every possible way. The spot was where the cool people once hung, who had a passion, and who knew stoke. All this crowd knows is getting a healthy work-out, talking to each other so they can validate themselves at what they think is cool, and in the water it’s like being surrounded by a boring mix of social media stew.

So I got past that. But I’m still so weak from neuropathy and that draining battle with esophageal cancer. It has taken me away from the ocean, So I paddled around hoping to score a scrap, but nothing came my way, but with each paddle I felt a strength trying to crawl back into me, and it would be slow in coming. I felt like I was crawling on the water.

But I came in. There was my surf buddy John Stone who offered to help carry my board up the stairs.

“Thanks for helping me, I’m kinda tired,” I said.

“It’s okay, Fred. You’re keeping me stoked knowing you doing this.”

He walked away and I leaned against the car, trying to compose myself. Thinking back on how surfing this spot and all the people changed by life, perspective, and hardened my individual spirit with a resolve that could never be reduced. Their stoke was a re-bar within my foundation–and it has lead me to improve my life in so many ways. The crew is so rock solid–and none of us have ever had a harsh word.

Then he comes this family, carrying their beach chairs, Costco boards, smiling after their beach day. It was recreation. The husband says, “I bet I could get better at surfing if there were waves every day.” And I ignored them–they wouldn’t be here if the city didn’t improve access. And most of the others the same. When it was difficult, and you had to care, and not just consume the place, these people were at other beaches–and that’s where they should have stayed, and all they do is contaminate a surf spot. They remain outside of me. They would never sacrifice anything to be here, or anywhere else, They are the world that just goes along, and they reproduce, and become reruns. And they can only find this world, after others discovered it first. I don;t care for people who say the ocean is for everyone–who wants to be everyone. Everyone are the ones who try to stop you with the rules that favor them, but ones they can break. They’re everyone else. I’ve run against their world, just trying to express myself. They can be everyone they want to be–these every ones.

I hang with originals.

My guess is they went for ice cream.

Fred For Your Head: Latest one lines on Trump and more

May 30, 2017

Welfare people have to work to get their medical benefits, okay, so should Congress and the Senate?

Paris climate change—used to be called “retreating

Funny how Trump administration types who have made their millions on insider trading are offended by leaks.

Trump is over seventy and complaining about leaks–to his urologist.

Trump’s HUD Secretary Ben Carson says, “Poverty is a state of mind”–it’s a state: West Virginia, Kentucky, Alabama, Mississippi….

The only leaks Trump GOP likes are the ones they take when they trickle down on us.

The sad thing about Hillary’s commencement speech–I didn’t realize it took her 48 years to graduate from Wellesley College.

One thing I never associated with Trump: giving away intelligence.

Not only did Comey lose his job, under TrumpCare is ineligible for coverage.

Trump wants to open logging on National Parks and Redwood Cafes.

The music inside you

May 9, 2017

I’m driving and caught up in Joey Ramone’s version of “What A Wonderful World,” grooving on the colors of the trees and the sky, and just having a chance to diver back into this dream of a world, like diving into a solution that is vibrant and throbbing with colors and possibility and undiminished hopes and the lessons of rejection without acquiring bitterness in this exhilarating routine moment that was almost denied me forever. And here I am, singing and laughing.

Then some assclown just pulls out in front of me.

I get mad, shaking my head, flipping up my hands in disgust and muttering, “Asshole, asshole.”

The moment passed.

The song I was enjoying was over.

I let anger take me away from the music.

Then I thought, in our life we have our own music within us, and when we succumb to anger, we get suckered out of ourselves. But if we stay close to the music, instead of getting angry, you can triumph over the moment by keeping the beat of that music, and dance around it, untouched, and in love.

A lesson.

May 8, 2017

Under Trump here’s my new health care provider.





Hey, from now my cancer-treatment is a guy dancing, hitting a drum and rattles and waving prayer sticks and shouting “heal.” I don’t feel any better, but for some reason it started to rain.

Trump violated the Federation

May 8, 2017
Hey Trump! It’s one thing to go against the US Constitution but when you go against Stare Trek’s Federation of Planets! I draw the line
What Captain Kirk said: “Tall words proudly saying We the People. That which you call Ee’d Plebnista was not written for the chiefs or the kings or the warriors or the rich and powerful, but for all the people! Down the centuries, you have slurred the meaning of the words, ‘We, the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, ensure domestic tranquillity, provide for the common defence, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this constitution.’ These words and the words that follow were not written only for the Yangs, but for the Kohms as well!”
Yes, when you yang me, I wil Kohm!

Trump violated Star Trek’s Prime Directive

May 8, 2017

Hey, bad enough Trump and Gop doesn’t respect our Constitutional rights, they have alos violated Captain Kirk’s Prime Directive


Pre-existing conditions Trump’s Health Care doesn’t cover: humanity

May 8, 2017

As a three-time cancer survivor we share the same pre-existing condition: it’s called humanity (lacking in Republicans who voted to repeal our future care while keeping not repealing theirs.).

Here’s a pre-existing condition Trumps Health Care doesn’t cover The US Constitution: “We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, INSURE domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, PROMOTE THE GENERAL WELFARE and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America

The difference between people with cancer and GOP is we can be cured!

Hey Trump and GOP! I’m one Pre-Existenting condition coming to get you! And they’re are millions of us!