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thomasianroadtrip:

This is me getting arrested during a protest in Seattle. It was against capitalism and the new expansion of the juvie jail.
Due to this arrest, I’ve had to hire my own attorney and pay for his also. This is putting me in such a bind that I am coming to the amazing revolutionaries around the world asking for help.
I can’t afford this on my own. I hate money just as much as all of you but right now I’m needing it so I don’t have to spend time behind bars. None of us can do any good behind bars.
Give if you want to, but please share this on every site you can. Show your friends. You will be the key to my freedom from state repression.

Keep loving, keep fighting.

You can go to this site to help.

http://www.gofundme.com/f0duoc

Gay dog sitting

So my mom’s best friend has 2 dogs. A female Schnauzer that we gave her a while back and a male Dauschund. I of course have a male and a female Schnauzer both of which are fixed after they had their litter and her baby girl is one out of the litter. I am dog sitting this weekend. Now I love animals! But that’s not the point I am about to make with this post. Keep reading.
I don’t care how much hate I may get for this but…
I believe in marriage equality. Who are we to say anything or judge any one on who they love. Its none of our business. It doesn’t affect our lives in any way except that some guys just aren’t attracted to women, or vice versa some girls just aren’t attracted to guys. I am by all means straight. But I am proud to say I have many friends who are homosexual. Its not some disease that people think can be cured. Its not a phase. There is nothing wrong with someone being attracted to their own gender. There is nothing wrong with a guy being in love with a guy, or a girl being in love with a girl. I honestly believe it is something natural. And let me tell you why. As I said I am dog sitting. And I adore animals of all kinds. I believe that we can honestly learn something from them. Their spirit holds something that is seriously lacking in humanity in our society today. My mom’s best friend’s dog Harely, is a pure bred Dauschund. And well he is gay. Completely and thoroughly attracted to only male dogs. Both of my dogs are fixed but Baby, the other dog I am taking care of is not and she is in heat. He doesn’t even mess with her. But by all means keeps trying to have a romp with my male schnauzer BooBoo. Since he got here thats all he has been doing is trying to get some action from my baby boy. I know that sounds a bit hilarious and some may say he is just confused or thats what animals do. But aren’t we considered animals. Yeah we are human. We are at the top of the food chain but its in our nature right? So what makes it different for a male dog to be attracted to another male dog while he has a female dog around him in heat, than it does for a man to be in love with another man, or again vice versa. There is no difference. Let me say that again please.
THERE IS NO FUCKING DIFFERENCE!
Now I am fully aware that what I am using to compare might come off a bit weird but that is not what I am intending. I am just trying to make people open their eyes and realize that it shouldn’t matter who you love. Or who other people around you choose to love. Because the love is all the same. And THAT is exactly what is missing in society today. Is love. Compassion. And understanding. None of us are the same in any way but we all feel the same emotions. We can’t keep throwing around hate and slander and then cry out peace and love when we are the ones starting the wars. Everyone has an opinion. Everyone has a different set of values. What a wonderful world this could be if we all had one common value in our lives. Respect. Respecting other people for living their lives how they see fit. And respecting everyone for who they are individually because my god we are all unique badass people. Instead of asking ‘Where is the love’ why don’t we just turn that shit around right now and just start ‘showing the love’? I can guarantee it would start a revolution on the cruel society that we have today. So come on, rise up, and lets start a revolution like no other. Lets love one another.

This day of the week couldn’t be any better for this post. Because the date today also marks something that happened with my family. All the pictures are old pics of me and my mom. But today. September 25th. This year marks the 4 year anniversary of my mom’s first massive heart attack. One the doctor’s are still baffled by the fact she made it through it, it was one that she shouldn’t have been able to come back from. Even with the fact that me and my dad worked together to hold on to her. I remember it just as if it was yesterday. My senior year in high school the night after the homecoming football game. An event like that never leaves your memory… My dad screamed for me to come out of my room. The moment I did, I never expected to see him pick my mother up with one arm from the recliner to lay her in the floor, while in the phone with 911 pleading for help. I was frozen, shocked, for what seemed like an eternity of time. My momma was turning blue and almost black. Then I heard my father tell me to “do something, oh god, what do we do.” Without another second and what seemed like the most natural instinct I began to perform CPR. My mom had bit completely through her tongue. Her jaw was locked. We got her mouth open to be able to breathe in. Instead of counting I prayed. My dad was screaming towards the ceiling asking for help. The friends I had there helped chase down the ambulance. The paramedics shocked my mother 3 times before they drove her to the hospital and then one more time when they arrived. I walked to McDonald’s. I had just been hired a month before. I didn’t call. I didn’t think about it. Still had blood on my shirt from just performing CPR. I walked in and told them that I wouldn’t be able to work for a few days. When they asked why, thats when the tears startes coming. And I told them. She was care flighted to TMC when I got there she was in ICU. I didn’t talk to my family. I didn’t talk to my friends. I went straight into the hospital cathedral. I knocked over a pew. I kicked over the podium they had the bible on. And I demanded to know why. Why was he going to take my mother away from me when I still needed her. Then I picked up the pew, I picked up the podium and placed the bible back and opened it to where it had been marked. “So that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ” Peter 1:7
I never knew what it meant in so much a deeper sense then I did at that moment. So I then started praying for him to take care of her and me. Not to make her better. Not to let her live. I wasn’t blaming him any longer. If his will was to take her home then he had to take care of her. Give her peace where I knew she needed it. Apparently she still has some things left on this earth to do. Because he let her stay. 4 years ago I realized exactly how much my mom really meant to me. They say you never appreciate what you have until its gone. And thats true. We take so much for granted. Including our parents. I never will again. I love you mommy. And I don’t know what I would ever do without you or dad. I still need you now just as much as I did as a kid. And I know one day I won’t have you anymore. But just as I learned 4 years ago today. I am never alone by my faith. Something you have taught me since I was young. I love you so much. Mom, you call me your hero. No. You are mine.

This day of the week couldn’t be any better for this post. Because the date today also marks something that happened with my family. All the pictures are old pics of me and my mom. But today. September 25th. This year marks the 4 year anniversary of my mom’s first massive heart attack. One the doctor’s are still baffled by the fact she made it through it, it was one that she shouldn’t have been able to come back from. Even with the fact that me and my dad worked together to hold on to her. I remember it just as if it was yesterday. My senior year in high school the night after the homecoming football game. An event like that never leaves your memory… My dad screamed for me to come out of my room. The moment I did, I never expected to see him pick my mother up with one arm from the recliner to lay her in the floor, while in the phone with 911 pleading for help. I was frozen, shocked, for what seemed like an eternity of time. My momma was turning blue and almost black. Then I heard my father tell me to “do something, oh god, what do we do.” Without another second and what seemed like the most natural instinct I began to perform CPR. My mom had bit completely through her tongue. Her jaw was locked. We got her mouth open to be able to breathe in. Instead of counting I prayed. My dad was screaming towards the ceiling asking for help. The friends I had there helped chase down the ambulance. The paramedics shocked my mother 3 times before they drove her to the hospital and then one more time when they arrived. I walked to McDonald’s. I had just been hired a month before. I didn’t call. I didn’t think about it. Still had blood on my shirt from just performing CPR. I walked in and told them that I wouldn’t be able to work for a few days. When they asked why, thats when the tears startes coming. And I told them. She was care flighted to TMC when I got there she was in ICU. I didn’t talk to my family. I didn’t talk to my friends. I went straight into the hospital cathedral. I knocked over a pew. I kicked over the podium they had the bible on. And I demanded to know why. Why was he going to take my mother away from me when I still needed her. Then I picked up the pew, I picked up the podium and placed the bible back and opened it to where it had been marked. “So that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ” Peter 1:7
I never knew what it meant in so much a deeper sense then I did at that moment. So I then started praying for him to take care of her and me. Not to make her better. Not to let her live. I wasn’t blaming him any longer. If his will was to take her home then he had to take care of her. Give her peace where I knew she needed it. Apparently she still has some things left on this earth to do. Because he let her stay. 4 years ago I realized exactly how much my mom really meant to me. They say you never appreciate what you have until its gone. And thats true. We take so much for granted. Including our parents. I never will again. I love you mommy. And I don’t know what I would ever do without you or dad. I still need you now just as much as I did as a kid. And I know one day I won’t have you anymore. But just as I learned 4 years ago today. I am never alone by my faith. Something you have taught me since I was young. I love you so much. Mom, you call me your hero. No. You are mine.

We’ve got a form of brainwashing going on in our country… Do you know how they brainwash people? They repeat something over and over. And that’s what we do in this country. Owning things is good. More money is good. More property is good. More commercialism is good. More is good. More is good. We repeat it-and have it repeated to us-over and over until nobody bothers to even think otherwise. The average person is so fogged up this, [they have] no perspective on what’s really important anymore… when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you’re looking for, no matter how much of them you have.
Morrie Schwartz
Unpacking!

Just had a great trip in Colorado but I am happy to be home. Well in the place that I call my home. My trip was cut short but thats okay. I love to travel but it is really good to be able to unpack my bags and relax a little here with the only people who will ever care the most for me no matter what I do. My parents.
My mother is the greatest woman to ever walk this earth. Or so that is my opinion. She has done so much for me and still continues to do so much for me. I absolutely love her with all of my heart. I don’t know what I would ever do without her. She is my role model. My rock. My hero. This is my mother, the one who sacrifices everyday for me since the day I was born and even before that, the day she found out she was going to have me. I, just like any one, have made some horrible decisions in my life and I have learned so much from them. My mom has never faltered in her love for me. And has never once asked for anything in return. Thats what moms do right? No. She didn’t honestly have to do all that she has done. Just like some mothers out there don’t. But she did and she still does. So of course when she needs me the most I will do anything. Including what I did when I jumped on the next flight out of Denver to be here by her side. I plan to travel more. And I will travel more. I love my momma. So its good to be home with her while her health isn’t the best. No matter if I take a trip to the other side of the world. One word from anyone about my mom’s well being will always bring me back home in a heartbeat.
Traveling isn’t just about going places you have never been physically. Its about learning and going mentally where you have never gone before. Taking a deeper level of journey for your own enrichment and knowledge. Sometimes you can travel in the place you call your home where you think you know everything about it. You may just find you don’t really know about it at all.

Take notice!

As I sit here in Colorado I start to wonder exactly what I am doing with my life. What exactly is so consuming with my time that I failed to stop and notice all of the littler things around me. I have always been one to cherish the small moments, the little moments. But I am finding that there are even smaller and littler moments that need to be cherished. A lot of these things we over look as every day life. Or go our merry way never taking full notice to what is truly happening at that point in time.
For instance, last Sunday I went to a football bbq. I met my Aunt and Uncle’s friends. I didn’t know anyone there. But I talked to everyone who came in contact with me. I hardly realized that I was smiling. I mean I always smile, it just wasn’t something I took notice to because its a common thing for me. And when I’m not, it rarely takes anything to put the smile on my face but I don’t pay it much thought. Our common reactions to things we never really pay full attention too it seems because it is a part of us, of who we are. My Uncle pointed that out to me on the drive home. That my smile is beautiful and was definitely infectious that day. Then went on to tell me that his friend’s grandson has had a pretty rough life lately. He is from a different dad and his mom just died of cancer. He thought he was going to be kicked out of the only home he knew with his step dad who everyone, even him and his step dad, thought was his real father until his mom passed away and they all found the truth. Of course he didn’t, how could he? This boy has always been his son, and always will be regardless of what was said or done. Still lately he has been dealing with a lot of issues. Things everyone knows he has to work out for himself. At first when we arrived at the bbq he wasn’t all there, he wasn’t talking to his family, turned down his cousin to toss the football around a bit. I was introduced and figured maybe he was just a little shy, like I am sometimes. And then my uncle said he looked at me and smiled, simply because I was smiling. He started to play football with his cousin. He was, as his grandma put it thay day, acting like his normal self again. I never took notice because I had no idea. But had I been aware that because I was smiling that his whole attitude changed, I would have cherished the moment on a different level. Its so amazing what a simple smile can do for a complete stranger. Something that comes naturally, to cause a huge reaction. I wasn’t going there to make a difference but that is my life goal. To make a difference wherever I go. I wish I would have noticed it at the time that it was happening, instead of only taking notice of the moment after it already passed. We all need to pay a little more attention to detail, to all of the little things that are happening around us, and even more so to the smaller things that we call as a part of our everyday lives and who we are. Those normalities of who we are everyday, our persona and attitude, the way we carry ourselves, affect people in a way we can’t register until it happens. Go out into this world and make a positive moment to marvel at.

My grandpa’s 1967 Chevelle. In the process of restoring it completely to look like it did way back then. Love this. One day i am going to get my own and travel all over the place with it after I restore it.

Aspen and Bandit. I think I tired them out this morning by playing with them for a few hours. Had dog hair all over me! Wouldn’t trade it for a designer jacket any day. This is my passion. Just being with animals. They have a deeper soul than most of humanity and they have emotions stronger than meets the eye. Along with my travels that I will take. Animals of all sorts will be on my path and in my posts. I think this is the way I will make my difference in this world. With every being that I interact with I hope that maybe I can restore some hope. That maybe I can change a frown into a smile and warm a cold heart or change a soul. Don’t tell me I can’t do it. I will. Just watch me.

Aspen and Bandit. I think I tired them out this morning by playing with them for a few hours. Had dog hair all over me! Wouldn’t trade it for a designer jacket any day. This is my passion. Just being with animals. They have a deeper soul than most of humanity and they have emotions stronger than meets the eye. Along with my travels that I will take. Animals of all sorts will be on my path and in my posts. I think this is the way I will make my difference in this world. With every being that I interact with I hope that maybe I can restore some hope. That maybe I can change a frown into a smile and warm a cold heart or change a soul. Don’t tell me I can’t do it. I will. Just watch me.

Third part. Fantastic buildings and landmarks. An uprising city just on the other side of such majestic nature. Colorado is definitely a fine mix between a roaring of cities and a calming countryside.

Part two. In the time that I have been here already. I have noticed the wonderful mix of both beautiful nature and stricking industrial cities. Colorado is truly a wonder to wander around. There is no doubt in my mind the reasons why my Grandfather moved here from texas with my Aunt. Its magnificent views of course is one but he doesn’t have to move far to experience some of the things he has always wanted to experience without straining so much to do so.