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June 11, 2020

Music sharing time? Music sharing time. My earliest childhood memory is one that has shaped my entire outlook on life. Before I could walk, I was dragging pots and pans out of the kitchen cabinets under the sink and setting them up as drum kits to beat on. By the time I was 3, a pair of chopsticks was in my hand and I was constantly pecking on things with them.

One day, my folks took me to eat at a Bob's Big Boy in Downey, CA, next door to Bell Gardens, where I grew up. I had a tendency to wander off when I wasn't being watched every second, so I was ambling through the restaurant when I came across this lady who was sitting in a corner booth and looked sad, maybe she was or had been crying. Something compelled me to say hi to her, and I showed her some of my drumming. She smiled, and with the most beautiful voice, told me it was very nice and to keep practicing. My mother sheepishly collected me and apologized, taking me back to our booth.

Turns out (I would find out from my ...

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I wish there were some sort of Conservative Underground Railroad for jobs.

I don't think I can work with liberals anymore. It's like death by a thousand papercuts.

At first, hearing a social justice warrior regurgitate the same old nonsense was funny, then depressing and after an entire year, it becomes toxic.

Along with ridiculous 'defund the police' and pro Antifa sentiments, rape, misogyny, sexual predator, sexist etc, are now words I have to hear in my workplace almost daily. Do I work at a women's crisis center? No. I work in the fucking rock-n-roll industry!

I want to erase my skill set from my resume and replace it with "I would like to work with a company that DOES NOT support the attempted murder of police officers and federal employees, DOES NOT entertain the idea that a dude in a dress is a biological woman, or for that matter support the sexualization of confused 2nd graders, and DOES NOT believe that males are by default, toxic".

Sorry for the rant. It's ...

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