January 24, 2017
The last couple of days has been hard. I hitchhiked back to Los Angeles after going to Washington DC in the hopes of seeing Stephen Bannon, who either refused to see me or just forgot about me. More likely just a member of the forgotten category in his life. It was hard getting back, and I will never hit the road like that in such a manner where I have to depend on the kindness of strangers with a moving vehicle.
On top of that, I got a cold. At times, when I feel sorry for myself, I felt the cold was my just reward for trying to do something positive in this world. I won't give up the Trump statue idea, but I will put it on the back burner for now. I suspect in four years there will be various statues of Trump throughout the country. Who knows, perhaps when he passes away (he's mortal), they will build a huge Trump Memorial in Washington DC. Or at the very least, change the name of the XL and Dakota Access oil pipelines as "The Trump Life Lines."
At the moment, I have to make some hard decisions regarding my writing career. Should I start up a non-profit organization focusing on me and my writings? It's manifestly obvious that my work is needed, and to advance my thoughts, writing, and philosophy I do need a board of directors. Bannon didn't work out, but that is how the cookie crumbles. Can't cry over spilled oil. Also, I think I need to think locally, instead of nationally. It's a big country out there, and I'm just a man with a brain with two legs, and two arms. I can do a lot, but not as much as a rich man. I have to accept my limits. But within those limits, it is my property. And I will master my territory.
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