I’m an Artist, Man…


North Commons Park, Spring Art Party, Minneapo...
North Commons Park, Spring Art Party, Minneapolis, Minnesota (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am a sensitive artist
I am a sensitive artist (Photo credit: kevin dooley)

A Governor and Mayor…

Patterned from Obama  

Well that’s it!  America has evolved or I should say devolved from a “Can do nation,” to one of dependence and “I need help man.”  The thing is, these do nothings act as if everything is owed to them because of their want to express themselves.  They have an abundance of feeling to be shared with all.

Do I have this correct? The City of Minneapolis, is getting into home building?  Why not spur the economy by allowing private home builders to build?  And the city will be building them at a cost of $220,000 and selling them for about $175,000.  This, like so many government-run fiascos will only serve to raise everybody’s taxes more.  Look what the over-surplus of government has cost so far since 2008 and taxes keep rising, and the tax-payer continues paying more and more and going deeper and deeper into debt. I heard on the radio this morning that the homes were being built for the artists?

A new norm in America seems to be one of, “Hey I should have that, man.” And so, the government finds a way to make it easy for them, to take care of and coddle them from cradle to grave.  I do not understand how a home that will cost over $200,000 to build can be sold for thousands less without taxes skyrocketing…explain that to me, please?

I do not begrudge anybody wanting to be an artist, but neither do I want tax-payers to foot the bill. I mean if you are going to be an artist pay your own way by having a regular job to see you through dark times.  You can draw, paint, play music or write during your off time, support yourself.  Maybe you will do those things to sell your work – great!  But if by doing so would infringe on your need for freedom of expression well you’d better reserve yourself to being a starving artist! 

I’m just saying not to expect things be given to your every little whimsy.  If you want to be an artist, by all means do so, but do not expect others to pave the way for your whimsicality. 

English: Barack Obama shakes hands with suppor...
English: Barack Obama shakes hands with supporters at a rally in Minneapolis on Feb. 2, 2008. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

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