Winter-Summer

I love this time of year, here in my city. For about two weeks in the middle of winter, the weather changes and becomes calm, sunny, warm and lovely. Usually it’s the same time as the cherry blossoms bloom and the lost majik of my city once again asserts itself.
All of her denizens become happy, and generous of spirit, as if they had beef freed from the yoke of slavery. Slavery to the cold, the wet, to the indoors and each other.
It is also the month I have chosen for my birthday.
Since at the time of my first birth, calendars weren’t yet invented. People tracked time the old fashioned way, with the rising of the moon, the raising of crops or the passing of sons in war.
But about a thousand years ago I decided to celebrating the birthday of my current incarnation as my true birthday.

But I digress…
I love my city, but she’s having troubles. The gulf between rich and poor is no more apparent than here. Mocking all of us with a horrible reflection of our leaders ideas of our future.
I have never really believed in politics or ism’s
That was always my brothers job. I was content to stand by and watch, to be the commentary on life. But now that he passed, his mantle of activism has bled into my soul  and won’t go away. As much as I try it seems to assert itself when I least expect it.
Indeed. I get lost at times when I write. Deciding to move with the flow as opposed to the thought.

My city, my beautiful morally bankrupt city, is still the only place I call home. The only place that calls my name as I walk her streets at night, climb her hill during the day.
Whispering to me in the slightest of ways.
There’s hope.
As long as there is winter-spring, I’ll believe her.

Selah

The Rev

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The Bad Reverend!

That’s me, to the core.
I used to want to believe that I was a good man, a good man with bad traits or a lost soul who has no clue searching for the truth. But sadly, that not true. I’m just a bad reverend with spit and vinegar running through his veins instead of love and light. The plain and simple fact is….that’s how it’s always been. Spit and vinegar has run through my families veins for millennia.

So you ask;
“Well rev, what brings this up? Why now are you coming clean with us now after all of these years”?

As of late, a few readers have told me how much they love my florid sermons. The ones with deep thoughts and no cursing. The ones where I use the English language to its fullest,  it’s most eloquent forms. Where I bathe in the luxury of language. But that’s not me really. That’s just me trying to be someone else.

I am a Brutalist. (Look it up)
I read flowery posts from folks and I want to throw up. I find the “California hug” insufferable. I eschew vapid emotional outbursts for the sake of showing the community that you care, that you’re in love……
I take pride in that as well. As fucked up as it is it’s true. My veneer of concrete will never be broken.
A true story:
In a different lifetime, I had a girlfriend who had many sisters. One of the sisters had a young son who had some emotional issues at the time. I need to point out before I resume, that this child has turned out to be a wonderful man who is kind and responsible. The goddess would be pleased and proud.
As I was saying the child had a few issues and was prone to fantastically overblown outbursts of anger. Now his mom would do her best to help the child, but as it takes with some folks, time and wisdom were needed to be present to help him make the changes needed to become the man he is today.
We went out to dinner one night, some place where they still had those wonderful comfy booths back to back and Killer (we used to call him “Killer”) was having a hard time at dinner when all of a sudden he sat up, turned around on his knees facing the booth behind and at the top of his lungs with machine gun precision shouted out; “FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU”.

He turned back around and sat quietly for the rest of the meal.
Needless to say everyone was horrified: everyone but me. I was rolling in the aisles almost breathless from laughing so hard. The table behind us was in a state of disarray and disbelief. It looked like the Caribbean after hurricane Irma! The man’s toupee was in his pasta, bowls were overturned, clothes strewn everywhere, children were crying and the mother was shouting something at us which sounded like English, but I couldn’t really hear her over the sound of my own laughter. But from then on, every so often, Killer would let the fuck you’s rip, always out of nowhere, always when he couldn’t find the right words.

Now back to the blog:

I have never let go of Killer in my head. When I read those flowery posts I think FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU as if he was right next to me in that booth, both of us on our knees screaming. When someone whom I don’t really like or even know comes up to me and tries to hug me I think; FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU.
I can’t help it, lord knows I’ve tried but it comes soaring out of the back of my mind with ballistic speeds.
I, of course, respond in reality with all of the proper decorum one should have, let alone someone who pretends to be a man of the cloth. I use the correct “like buttons” on Facebook or nod my head and smile that inane vapid smile. I make the small talk that says “I’m here making contact” but am actually sitting with Killer in that booth. I try to get away as fast as possible from the hug but when cornered I allow it to happen.
Still I hear Killer, screaming-not knowing what he’s doing is socially wrong. Not knowing that in one moment he is breaking apart long-standing traditions of grace and decorum.
FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU.
Sometimes it’s the only thing that conveys the correct emotion.
I’m a Brutalist and I call it as I see it.

Selah
the rev

 

Make America White Again#$^%#@$%^#$

It’s actually:
America for the rich again
America for class separation again
America fucks the poor again
America back to the 50’s, when everything was just peachy and we could go down to the local diner in town and have a vanilla shake and see Biff and Joe and Buffy (well not Buffy-she’d kick their ass!!) and all our white pals sitting at the counter where people of color are not allowed. Where we gently dismiss the concept of color because it’s not spoken in proper circles.

I hate that America. That America had us on the Brink of Nuclear war for years.
I hate that America. That America was still lynching people of color-All color!
I hate that America. Because it abused it’s role in the world.

In this lifetime, I grew up in these towns-in this world and I ran as far as I could away from all of the hate. But it’s now found me again. It’s found us all.

I am sick and tired of this whole White American/Christian Jihad thing. You know it’s unfounded, annoying and utterly a spoiled brat cause. Poor little white christian folks lost power in the last election (Not really) and because of this, an de-evolution has occurred in our society. It’s now OK to obliterate the last 20 years of social progress towards equality and freedom, of taking care of the sick and the poor, of creating a society that can lift everyone and not just the rich.

“Burn everything if we can’t have it all”.

It’s absolutely OK to stand up in congress and tell the American people that global warming doesn’t matter because god will take care of it!! It’s now OK to advocate for this.

It’s now OK to combine church and state (only if it’s the Christian church of course) It’s now OK to be a racist, fascist, oligarch. It’s now OK to act like a banana republic where nepotism is allowed and a crone plutocracy is installed.

America first….in a world that is global in nature, in a world where we as a super power have gone in and raided smaller countries for their wealth (undercover of course). In a world when our president and his cronies have massed huge amounts of wealth by investing and takeing funds from other countries, the hypocrisy is stifling.
America first is bullshit.

I miss the America we created where all people are striving for equality, even if it was hard. Where it’s NOT OK to brandish hate placards and sentiments of segregation and misogyny. Where disdain for science did not exist and being poor was not a disease.

As a white man, I despise what we’ve become.
As a Reverend, I’m ashamed to tell Jesus who we are.
As someone who has lived thousands of lifetimes across this earth, I am tired of this battle yet again.

Selah,

the rev

The American Spring

I get up every morning read the papers front to back,
Not missing a single word.
I like the way it feels folding over in my hands.
a relic of the past.
My future is past

The papers sing me stories of things I can’t control or stop,
Swearing it’s from god.
I drink my bitter coffee, conversing with my friend-
My version of the creator.
He’s my favorite god!

And I feel helpless against the tide of liberty’s decay.
I feel helpless against the tide of political betrayal!

But underneath it all are excuses that I tell myself,
The excuses of my story.
My wife she holds the purse and my shame seems to never end,
The shame of my story.
There’s no jobs to be had!

And I feel helpless against the tide of liberty’s decay.
I feel helpless against the tide of political betrayal!

 

It takes more then a ribbon to show you care,
More then a flag on your chest to be aware.
Serving your country can be done in many ways,
You don’t have to die so other will say.

“He’s a true patriot, god rest his weary soul.
He died on a cross or was it under the sole,
Of a boot still worn by a our butcher of choice.
He gave his life to defend my voice”.

Lord, lift him to heaven, god rest his soul
but his family and his neighbors got to get off the dole……….

Don’t just stand and wait for the American spring,
Don’t just be idle but sing the praises of the free.
Freedom is not the right to be white,
It’s the right of dissension, and the will to fight.

I’m gonna run and find our American spring,
I’m gonna get on my knees and pray for this thing.
I’m gonna find you and dance and sing,
I’m scream and shout our American spring.

You gotta fight for the American spring!
You gotta die for the American spring!
You can’t hide from the American spring!
We all long for the American spring……

Selah,

the rev

 

 

 

Adios Bitches!!

There was so much to say before yesterday. I found that in watching the organic nature of the marches, their peacefulness and the magnitude of the movement, I became speechless.

It said more than I ever could on the topic of the occupant of the oval office. It made me proud to be part of the resistance and ashamed that there had to be one. So I will address only my emotions here in this blog, because the specific words have been presented so much more eloquently than I could ever had hoped to do.

This is a  missive to my friends and family who voted for the current regime. Things will not be the same, no matter how much you believe to be right or me wrong, you cast your vote for a political coup d’etat. You ignored history. You swallowed the green pill.

You voted as a brown shirt.

You think you were part of a historic movement to right the injustice’s wrought upon you. The taking back of your country. Your country-as if it really belonged to any of you. Taking back what was rightfully yours. But what real injustices did you suffer? Were you pushed to the back of a bus because of your race? Where you passed over  promotions because of your sex? Where you tossed off you jobs at the coal mines because coal production became to unsafe for the world in general. Where you denied healthcare because of pre-existing conditions? What happened to make you wear a brown shirt?

No, You’re white, lower middle class Americans who’s grandparents fled  oppression in Germany and Russia, and you-in all of your myopic wisdom run-at full speed-back into their arms. You have never suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune-not until now.

You believe in a regime that uses doublespeak. That hinders the free media from reporting. That demonizes all who stands against it. You backed a regime that for years has been tampering with the free voting process by gerrymandering the districts until it was all but impossible to lose seats in the government. You walked with them with your fist raised high.

This is no different that what occurred in Russia during the early 20th century or Germany in the 30’s, central America in the 60’s. Small groups of people controlling larger ones through misinformation and the help of outside governments. We as Americans should know this because we have been party to this for years in other countries.

I wish I was wrong. I pray every day that I’m wrong. But I’m not. You complained that your healthcare was butchered, that your jobs had disappeared all because of a black man. All because when you looked into the mirror of society, what stared back at you was an inevitable future of the great melting pot-the real promise of America……..

and you were scared.

I no longer care if we speak. I no longer care if at the funerals and wedding I ever see you.

I no longer care.

 

Selah

the rev

Don’t Stop Partying YET!!!

     LordRifa will be live at Slim’s    

       Saturday January 7th 2017, 8:45

You can BUY tickets here or at the door. Tell ’em the Rev sent you and get a free download from our upcoming album, “Playland at the Beach”. An adventure in funktographic color with 25.1 Progressive Surround Vibes. A New Americana experience!!

                   2017-You gotta fight the powers that be!!

LordRifa Live at Slim’s, January 7 2017

Buy Tickets Here!!

 

I lied

You know, last blog I said I wasn’t going to go down the negative road. I wasn’t going to preach anymore about these horrible times and just focus on the good.

Fuck that shit now!!!

We have just elected a corporate fascist clone of Il Duce and it’s going to be rough!! We can weather the storm of bad governing-we do it all of the time. We can also weather the storm of partisan politics, we’ve done that as well. But America has never had a true ideologue like Trump in power before, and it is fucking dangerous.

Check it out.

I doesn’t matter if he’s proven wrong on something, it doesn’t matter if he lies and doesn’t care. If he spews hate rhetoric and divisive racist remarks, they have no effect negatively on him. What matters are that his followers-and I say followers because this is now a cult of personality-will do his bidding. They will follow him gladly to the hall of glory, gun in hand singing the Battle Hymn of the Republic.

He will take us to war with Islam and the whole rest of the non-Christian world. Don’t believe me…just look at who elected him. Looked at who backed him. The “Alt Right”, neo nazis, White people who believe they’ve been done wrong by a world that naturally is coloring. This is passions last dance for them and they are not going to give it up so easily.

Not today, Not tomorrow, but most definitely in his first term.

I realize I sound like an alarmist and my mother would say-listen to my dermatologist everyday will be just like the last. But republicans love war. Republicans love the war machine (and not the dude  from Iron Man). It feeds the corporate brotherhood of military-industrial cabals that have suffered during the Obama administration.

Children who are not born yet will have more rights than women will. It will be open season for cops on African-Americans. Cats will sleep with dogs-But the LGBT community will be prevented from marriage and equal rights. Sharia law-or his version of it, will be the law of the land.

We will become everything we hate and we will do it with a smile, wink and a nod.

I said it here, today November 9th 2016.

Selah                                                                                                                                                                        the rev

THIS SUNDAY-LIVE LORDRIFA!!

You read it right. LordRifa is playing the DNA lounge this Sunday at 6:30pm. Bring your friends, family and enemies to this awesome all ages independent event.

We are sharing the stage with some great talent and you-yes you, should be there!

Witness the amazing talents of:

Tarzandragon, Fat Lizzy, Panoram, The Post Maker, The Walking Dudes
The Twitches, The Blind Bandits, Waterfly Spigot

See you then!

Selah

the rev

Binary Choices

I had a vision this past week that I wanted to share. In it, I was in a courtroom as a defendant and the prosecutors were the gods and angels of the heavens and my defense attorneys were the demons and devils of the hells. This shouldn’t surprise me because-well I’m going to the hells and there is no way out of that this time around. luckily like the Air BNB’s it just a short stay until I’m recycled back into form. The gist of the prosecution was that al I speak about in sermons are the evil things that people do, and all that doe is cast more of a shadow on the light. So in order to shorten my stay at the Air BNB from hell this will be my last RANT sermon-and I do so love to rant……..

Binary Choices

Bull fucking shit.

There are no binary choices to be made-unless of course you are a computer and as much as we wish we were Mr. Data,  we’re more like Mrs. Ricardo. Crazy and unpredictable.
So binary choices….

The political parties would have you believe that it’s a choice between the candidates. That each candidate will determine your future, your kids future and the eventual outcome of the whole world.

On one side, there is the crazy nihilist, racist, Il Duce archetype who believes in the infallible nature of his position.

Infallible! In 4700 hundred years of wandering this earth, the only infallible thing I have ever witnessed was nature. AND she is not running!

On the other side is a career politician that comes with all of the baggage and corruption that one would be expected have during a 30 year tenure in politics. I will ask that if she were a man they would be bitching at her this as much? Maybe…maybe not.

Do I make you Horny baby?????

Binary-Choose one but caveat emptor!!

Fuck you bullshit!!! Look behind the curtain.

Your not just voting for a president-Your voting for a women right to choose,
Your voting for an unbridled corporate welfare system…….yet again,
Your voting for a divided senate and house which will create the same curse of ineffectivness that the current administration has gone through.

Your voting for  Social programs. Are we are brothers keepers? The bible says most definitely yes, but you religious fucks say no.

“I will keep my brother only if I don’t have to pay for him, AND he is the same color as me!”

Your voting for a white man,  Privliged from birth, but the same person who has held that seat for as long as there has been that seat. (Aside from the current administration).

You voting for a supreme court justice
Your voting for your children’s energy policy
Your voting for war or peace……on the poor, the middle class and the rest of the fucking world.

The election is all about the grey!
The election is not about Pussy hunting, The election is not about dishonest husbands,
The election is not about windbags and dirtbags.

It is about whether you believe we should help our brothers and sisters who need help.
It is about changing the way we think of institutionalize violence currently being used against black people, but most certainly will be upgraded to poor people in general.
It’s about the platform ideologies.
AND I will just say it out loud;

I am fucking terrified by the republican platform ideologies.

They are everything I/we have fought against my whole life.
They are backed by the most aggressive racist contingent ever seen in modern politics in America
It is the king and his guard coming in to change the way America works.
It will no longer be the land of the free. Not if you don’t fit the bill.
It is now, It is upon us.

Look beneath the bed of roses and thorns that the parties are telling us and find your truth. Look beyond the candidates because as we have seen with Obama-it doesn’t matter how progressive you are, if both houses are against you…you and your programs are fucked!

FUCKED!!!

Oh by the way, FUCK the third parties, this is a two party system. I didn’t create it but I accept it, AND it  will never change by introducing a third party in major elections.

ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID_DO YOU NOT PAY ATTENTION TO HISTORY??
You want a third party? Start by winning some local shit and go from there.
Show me a green or libertarian governor and I will believe it’s possible. Don’t even bother bring up Independents because they switch for election concerns but still vote with their previous platform beliefs. AND don’t tell me of Sanders, he’s still a democrat.

Many of the folks I know will hate this blog, but fuck you! FUCK you and your form over function conciousness. Fuck you and your upset over taking a knee instead of being upset by the sanctioned slaughter of a community. Fuck you and your Muslim hating friends who have to say ISLAM terrorist. Mexican rapists.

America belongs to me just as much as you and I say out with the fuckers who want to sew up women vaginas! Out with these fuckers who want to put the LGBT folks back in the closet with a few head wounds to make sure they remember where the closet is.
Out with these stupidly rich people thinking they feel our pain. Fuck you. The only thing they know about our pain is the golden dildo they fuck themselves with.

Ge them out-find a supreme court that will vote FOR the people.
Find a senate that will want to WORK together for the betterment of our society
Find a house that you can call home.

Find a leader that will bring you these things.

 

Damn I’m glad I got that out!!

Selah

The rev