My warm breath fogs the window before me as I gaze upon the soft flakes floating to the ground.  Heaven’s slow pace tortures me with every passing moment.  I sit on my perch locked in poverty’s prison as I dream dreams of once-tasted glory.  The illusions of majestic trees crowning a snow-laden cirque haunt my mind and draw me near the edge.  My mind escapes this dull reality and takes me to utopia’s peak.

I talk to the mountain to seek his wisdom, for only he will know my perfect path.  Only he can lift me into orbit, spinning and curling, cloaked in freedom.  The mountain ages before me as tracks, like wrinkles, fill his face. The mountain grows old and my heart begins to sorrow as I contemplate great loss.  Then, in night’s cold black concealment, the mountain, like the phoenix, is reborn.  A glorious fresh new coat adorns his wide spread arms.  He again brings joy to the children of the snow. 

My reverie is shattered by the bitter call of an alarm.  The weight of my reality crashes down around me and suffocates my dream.  The hour of my responsibility is upon me and heaven’s soft pure gift drifts away.  My resources are exhausted in the pursuit of family and education.  I have chosen the path of nobility and my duty is defined.  Yet, my heart looks back and yearns for freedom’s plunge into winter bliss.  For, what is truly noble about enlightenment that strips a man of individuality and passion?  It is love and passion once felt that brings us to our knees. It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

The deafening sound of fresh carved tracks rings through my head.  I am a man.

During the final month of the 2008 Presidential Election, the injustice, impracticality and inefficiency of the current political process became abundantly evident to me.  The original design of the political system was authored in a much different era than the one in which we now live.  Today, if we were to properly set forth a system to select the next Global leader of a country that so greatly affects culture, economy, and justice worldwide, wouldn’t we do it in a much different fashion?  Exactly. We agree. 

In order to present the world in 2012 with our pilot program; Presidential United Selection System (P.U.S.S.) we conducted a covert rudimentary version of PUSS this year.  The candidates were as follows: B-Rock Alabama, W, and Sara P.  The actual identities of the candidates have been hidden because the damn secret service didn’t want us to cause any waves.

In the swimsuit competition, B-Rock and Sarah P tied for first place.  Many of the judges felt that B-Rock’s only saving grace in the fitness in a swimsuit category was based upon his willingness to show his dark nipples.  When we attempted to interview Sarah P. after the event, her agent said she had no comment.

 The only other competition in our PUSS was a triathlon.  In a combination of running, swimming and biking, the true country’s next leader would shine through showing his commitment to social justice, political integrity and strong leadership.  (If that makes sense to you, then maybe we shouldn’t make a change in election systems?) 

Unfortunately, we have no photos of two of the three contestants, as they didn’t finish.  B-Rock was arrested on allegations of a stolen bicycle in the final leg, and Sarah P. was last seen capsized in the water.  Apparently, Sarah P. had no idea that her recent augmentation would affect her ability to float/swim face down.

This great show of the PUSS competition has yielded the result that W will be the next great president for four more years.  It will be nice to finally have a system that works.

Snow has fallen, and my beard has spun,
Welcome warm clouds that cover sun
Rocky landscape of trees and brush will hide
Beneath heaven’s blanket for months will lie
My table is set and I am near
Get the hell off the mountain you snowboard queer!
Blue Arrow….Blue Arrow…..
snapsnap snapsnap snapsnap snap

I have recently joined XBOX Live.   I have no friends and no one will play with me.

Will you play with me?

Love

TonyBolognaP