At Least Joe Biden Gets It

I have set the Obama Administration on fire in other web venues, especially after Barack’s pathetic “What the f#ck do I care” performance in the First Presidential Debate. (See especially and my YouTube rant [Obama Takes a Dive in Denver].). Few things are more political than Poverty, hence this Post.

Joe Biden demonstrated in his “debate” with sparrow fart Libertarian lunatic Paul Ryan–in the only VP Debate last Thursday–how someone who understands what elections are about–the fate of our once great Nation, conducts him- or herself. This Election is not a debate between reasonable, honorable (mostly) men; it is a moral struggle between well-meaning but ineffective Flithy Rich Democrats and evil, greedy, hateful Flithy Rich Republicans. We need to not only defeat them, we need to destroy them so completely that their grandchildren are reluctant to call themselves Republicans.

Like every large Corporation, Filthy Rich person, and Republican knows, Politics is War by other means. It is not an honorable endeavor; it is brutal, dirty, unseemly, and winner-take-all. Biden gets this in a way that contented, emotionless, passionless, out of touch with reality, and insular Obama does not. If we defeat these idiots—the lackeys of the Filthy Rich and Corporations—it will be despite Barack, not because of him. Any minority, no matter how rich, any Middle or Working Class, or poor person who does not run to the polls Election Day and gleefully vote against every Republican at every level of government deserves the fate that will befall them. [Frankly, anyone, even disinherited WASPs, who is not part of the top 1 percenters, is in denial if they believe the myth that the Filthy Rich will help them survive, let alone prosper.]

Unlike Democrats who dither and endlessly discuss what to do, Republicans, when they seize power, immediately act to slash taxes on the Filthy Rich and Corporations, roll back environmental and worker safety regulations, restrict abortion rights, and mercilessly and remorselessly rape the Middle Class and Poor. If you look at the Red and Blue States Election night, you will notice that we could have solved this problem at the end of the Civil War, when Generals Grant and Sherman were systematically killing every Southern Rebel and their sympathizers and burning The South to the ground. Well-meaning and compassionate President Lincoln, naively looking to reconciliation, stopped them from finishing the job. I am ready to re-litigate that unresolved conflict and settle this once and for all. With the Presidency in our hands and two-thirds to three-quarters majorities in both houses of Congress, I am willing to tolerate the handful of idiot mid- and far-western Red States and a smattering of Republicans in the Congress or in control of a few low population States I will never set foot in. In time, Hispanic immigration and their high fertility rate will eventually fix that too.

Poverty sucks. American Capitalism makes poverty inevitable and persistent. We can fix this people, even without a second Civil War. Just f#cking Vote; not at the 95% rates that the Filthy Rich and Republicans do, I’d take just a 65% Voter turnout for the not Filthy Rich. That turnout would defeat not just Mitt (Book of Moron follower) Romney and Paul (I support the right of a drowning man to drown without help from me) Ryan, it would sweep from office almost every Republican at every level of government. Don’t do it for me; do it for you, your children and grandchildren, for our Nation and the Future of our species and Home World. Do it while you still have the right to vote. Just do it!


A Modest Taxation/Deficit Reduction Proposal

Everyone complains about the Tax Code and The Deficit, but no one in Washington is willing to do anything about it. Here is a simple solution: soak The Rich and Corporations with a truly Progressive Tax system, just like Republican Theodore Roosevelt and his cousin FDR later once did to save the Country from the greed of The Filthy Rich.

Personal Taxes

Federal Income Taxation

1)     Income Taxes are based on total calendar year Household Income from all sources, with no distinction between wages and passive income.

2)     All deductions are eliminated, with two exceptions: the personal and dependent deduction is doubled, with a cap of three (3) dependents, and charitable contributions (only for households with gross income in the bottom 75th percentile).[1]

3)     The Tax Rate for Households with total income at or below the Median Income is Zero percent (0 %).

4)     The Tax Rate for Households with total income between the Median Income and $100,000 is Twenty percent (20%) on all income above the Median Income.

5)     The Tax Rate for Households with total income between $100,000 and $250,000 is (4) above for the first $100,000, and Twenty-five percent (25%) on all income above $100,000.

6)     The Tax Rate for Households with total income between $250,000 and $1,000,000 is as proscribed in (5) above for the first $250,000 and Thirty-five percent  (35%)  on all income above $250,000.

7)     The Tax Rate for Households with total income between $1,000,000 and $10,000,000 is as proscribed in (6) above for the first $1,000,000 and Fifty percent (50%) on all income above $1,000,000.

8)     The Tax Rate for Households with total income above $10,000,000 is as proscribed in (7) for the first $10,000,000 and Seventy percent (70%) on all income above $10,000,000.

Federal Inheritance Taxation

Much like the tax treatment with Total Income, the Inheritance Tax Code is as follows:

1)     The first $1,000,000; Tax Rate Zero percent (0%).

2)     $1,000,000 to $5,000,000; Tax Rate Twenty-five percent (25%) on everything above $1,000,000.

3)     $5,000,000 to $10,000,000; Tax rate up to $5,000,000 as in (2), over that, Fifty percent (50%).

4)     Over $10,000,000; Tax rate up to $10,000,000 as in (3), over that, Seventy-five percent (75%).


The message in this proposed Federal tax code is simple and clear: obscene income and wealth are not acceptable on a finite planet with finite resources and most people struggling to survive. You can still steal it, you just don’t get to keep it or pass it on to your greedy descendants.

All assets are determined by the IRS before the new laws take effect and frozen within US borders until the laws are implemented. Any citizen who chafes at The New Rules here is free to leave the Country, they just forfeit 50% of all their assets to the IRS on the way out and we send them a Hallmark Farewell and Best of Luck in your new home card.

The penalty for deliberate Tax evasion is five (5) years in a real prison, in the general population, so help you God.

The States

A consensus on my above proposal could be implemented in just one National Election cycle, all that would be needed is for We The People to wake up and freely elect a 2/3rds Progressive Democratic majority in the House and Senate and a Progressive Democratic President with some balls. Similar reforms could be implemented in Blue States if their residents overthrew the corrupt State elected officials owned on-the-cheap by local special interests and elected real reformers.[2]

Corporate Taxes

Alright, you get the idea; I bet you could write this part yourself. But it’s my Dell Inspiron Notebook…

1)     Right-wind Supreme Court Justices’ fantasies to the contrary, Corporations are not People. In a modern Democracy, they are publically chartered organizing principles intended to provide safe and useful goods and services at an honest price to the public and well-paid jobs and benefits to their workers for The Common Good—not to enrich the few at the expense of the many.[3]

2)     Given (1), with the exception of a handful of environmental and real expenses like infrastructure/facilities, plant modernization, and wages/benefits deductions, no deductions or write-offs for anything, especially Senior Management compensation.

3)     Corporations with Gross yearly Earnings below the median pay no Federal Taxes, over the median to $50,000,000, 15%; $50,000,000 to one billion dollars 25%; over one billion dollars, 35% of net earnings.

4)     The penalty for deliberate Tax evasion is five years in a real prison, in the general population, for every Senior Manager and member of The Board of Directors, so help you God.

5)     Any Corporation can relocate out of the Country; they just forfeit 75% of their material assets and their final year net earnings to the IRS, and place in escrow 100% of their last year salary/benefits costs for the benefit of their displaced workers. We send them a Hallmark Farewell and Best of Luck in your new home card.

6)     The penalty for deliberate evasion of (5) is 10 years in a real prison, in the general population, for every Senior Manager and member of The Board of Directors if total assets are less than one billion dollars. If greater than that sum, the penalty is Life in a Maximum Security Prison without chance of parole or Death by televised Public Execution for every Senior Manager or Board member with prior knowledge of the attempt to flee the Country with our assets.

The Deficit and National Debt

It is assumed that the new Tax Code will provide enough money to run the Country at current spending levels with a surplus, if not, marginal rates with the same progressivity will be adjusted up to 100% if need be, to balance the budget. If the confiscation of all assets of the Filthy Rich and to a lessor extend, just most of the assets of the Way Too Rich are not sufficient, across the board budget cuts for all Federal Programs will be automatically implemented.

To pay off the national debt, an ongoing Wealth Surtax of five percent (5%) of actual Net Worth per year for every citizen with a net worth in excess of $1,000,000 will be implemented until such time as the National Debt is paid off or every citizen with a net worth over $1,000,000 has paid everything they own above that amount to the IRS. In that event, the Federal Government will announce that it will either stop paying any interest and all debt will be converted to interest-free instruments, or it will default on any debt owed to an entity which does not accept the no-interest option.

Some Final Thoughts

I’m pretty confident that I will not be getting a call from the Obama Administration after we win the November Election to discuss my modest proposal. The point of the exercise is to demonstrate that it is a lack of political will and consensus that prevents us from living in not a utopia but at least a functional modern Western Democracy like our Canadian neighbors to our north. I do not envy Barack his riches or beautiful family. I cannot ask him to make or even risk the sacrifice that JFK and MLK Jr. made to try to save America. They were true Leaders, who saw their purpose as transcendent and more important than even their precious lives. Barack is a smart guy, but he is no JFK or MLK, Jr. He will ineffectually and half-heartedly try to save the Country, but in the end he could care less about us and is betting that his wealth will protect him from the coming storm. I am confident he will lose that bet, but you and me—my children and grandchildren and yours—will die sooner and badly, though maybe not worse, than will he and his loved ones. Maybe he can finish his second term, pass a few meaningless incremental laws like the convoluted “Health Reform” Law he wasted all his political capital and most of his first two goddamn years in office dicking around with, sign another book deal, and make another few million dollars before this all comes crashing down. But like me, I bet he will not die peacefully and an old man. The time has run out, the bill has come due. The Have Nots will soon have nuclear weapons; they have already brought the fight to our shores and demonstrated that they have had enough.

Though I am a Zen Buddhist, Jesus was right about at least one thing: Love is not the key to Heaven; it is the only way the world can work. The hateful, greedy Filthy Rich and Corporations, abetted by their hand-maidens, The Republican Party, have broken our Nation, Economy and Home World. They are not going to let us fix it; we lack the will to force them by ballot or at gunpoint to do so. Obama blathers about bi-partisanship even as they bend him over and rip off his pants. This is not an honest debate among well-meaning reasonable people; this is a mortal struggle between the forces of Reason and Madness; between Good and Evil. In the past our species has taken on such challenges and prevailed. Today I fear we lack the will, courage, and stomach to do so.

[1] You can still have nine children and let Grandma live with you, you just only get a tax deduction for three (3) dependents. Poor Hispanics and others (Mormons and members of other culturally archaic Patriarchal Fertility Cults for example) with more than three children can have them, just not on the government’s nickel. The Filthy Rich can still have their Foundations and “Look How Generous I Am” charity projects, just for the glory, again, not on the government’s nickel.

[2] The first part is not a fantasy, it happened after the Great Depression when FDR and my Party saved the Country from the greed of the Filthy Rich and Corporations. As for the second part: I say Blue States because I assume we will eventually have to re-litigate the already fought and won Civil War, only this time finish the job. We evacuate Blue State supporters; then annihilate the Red States, killing every single Red State supporter or sympathizer once and for all—like we could and should have done in the 1860s when Union Generals Grant and Sherman were burning The South to the ground and well on their way to finishing the job; and lastly, rebuild and re-populate the devastated former Red States with self-volunteered functional citizens. Unfortunately for us and our Union 150 years later, these great generals and their mighty armies reinforced with tens of thousands of freed Southern slaves were stopped by President Lincoln’s misguided compassion, preserving the historically archaic ignorant/racist/anti-intellectual-science-reason-facts-reality/religious fundamentalist culture we are still having to fight every election. We don’t have to educate/enlighten/convert them, we just have to have the will to either throw them out of The Union through forced Secession or kill them. I personally have a preference, but freely acknowledge it may just be the Philly City Boy Yankee in me or the fact that I suffered over a decade among these unenlightened and ignorant Red Neck Flat Heads while in Indiana in late High School (Lawrence, IN) and an undergraduate and graduate student at Purdue University (West Lafayette, IN).

[Please note that I originally published this before the November 2012 election. Now that We The People  have rejected Romney/Ryan decisively, I’m prepared to simply propose a State-by-State plebiscite whereby any Red State can vote by two-thirds majority to voluntarily secede from the United States. After a two-year transition to allow for Blue State sympathizers to move out and all Federal assets to be removed, these States are out. They can form a Third World Theocracy, maybe call it Jesus Land…]

[3] For an extreme and wonderful illustration, see how Corporations act and are treated in Japan, a nation whose people we dropped two atomic bombs on at the end of WW II killing hundreds of thousands.

Update from Ridgeline Drive in The Ghetto, October 10, 2012

Well, let’s see. My crashing rights here are extended indefinitely, the 15-year old girl (Gina) whose bedroom I occupy will soon become a ward of the state and mercifully will not be coming “home” to this hell-hole, her dysfunctional mother incapable of doing the simple things Gina’s professional keepers at RICA urged her to do. [I won’t go into her step-father, the Haitian lunatic Tasha has clung to for 17 years, whose presence may perhaps explain Gina’s over sexualized young body and shattered soul, but without her testimony cannot be brought to justice.]

Everything I have tried to do here for Tasha has instantly become an entitlement. Now, even the few skills she once had–like loading the dishwasher and running it once every dish, pot, and cooking utensil was dirty, or taking out the trash not twice a week as scheduled by the City of Gaithersburg, but at least once a month when the stink became unbearable–has been lost and replaced with “Andy will do it if I just wait”. Having lived here for less than three months among the people my Party, the Democrats, taxed hard working Middle Class citizen’s wages to shovel money to in the name of compassion, I understand their (the Middle Class’) rage and believe their continued irrational desertion to the handmaidens of the Filthy Rich and Corporations, the Republicans, is justified.

To say this ongoing needs-based misadventure has been a rude awaking is an understatement. Mitt Romney is wrong about almost everything, but he and the Republicans are dead right on about one thing: you cannot help people who will not help themselves. The dysfunction here in The Hood is unfathomable and an affront to me as a functional human being. It is a moral outrage that challenges me to my core. Yes, poverty, lousy parents, indifferent teachers, even racism–it all is unfair and totally sucks. As a trained Social Psychologist and Liberal Do Gooder I understand all the excuses and post hoc explanations. As a Buddhist I understand the need for compassion, but I also understand the need for dispassion. I cannot end other peoples’ suffering for them. At some point every person has to decide to transcend their surroundings and the limitations their environment has imposed, get off their ass, let go of their excuses, and take control of something, anything, within their control.

As toddlers, my three children in the early 1980s, my slightly older 4-year old step-son in the early 1990s [once I got him under my roof], and my five grandchildren now in a new Millennium, had more self-awareness, impulse control, and ability to make rational choices and think not magically but logically than the Philistines in whose midst I find myself ever will or could, even at gunpoint. To my fellow Liberals I say this harsh Truth, the lifeboat is not going to hold everyone, start preparing yourselves to make some difficult but necessary draconian choices. For the functional and productive among us to survive on a crowded and limited planet with finite resources and pissed off dispossessed masses numbering in the billions, more than a few dysfunctional people are not going to make it. In fact, I dare say few of them will join us if we manage to survive.



Let’s just jump right in. I worked for over two decades, mostly as an information Technology professional and homeowner in Montgomery County [Aug 1979-2000]. During my tenure as a full time IT worker, I earned and paid Federal, State, and Local taxes on over one million dollars, and paid property taxes on a property in Germantown (1983-1985, value about $85,000) and Rockville (1986-2005, valued at $260,000 in 2005). I have been mostly unemployed or occasionally under-employed (I was a 50 year old, Caucasian Male, my Bad) since my lay-off in April, 2000. I started writing a book, Why Women Are So Problematic: A Memoir and Whimsical Polemic, in the summer of 2002. At the time, with assets and on-demand credit of about $200,000, it seemed like a reasonable plan to write the book and start a new career as an author. Well, the little secret about writing is not that it is difficult. It is that when you can write, it is easy and wonderful; but you cannot write all the time, and when you go flat, you can’t really even edit effectively. I do not know how people write for money they need to eat, or feed their loved ones…

To make a long unpleasant story short, in early 2008, the book still not finished, and my money ran out. I had help, My Valerie does like to eat and go out for entertainment. A friend told me in 2002 that I was loved and lived a blessed life because I was (relatively) rich. Damn if he wasn’t right. My idea of material things is: a 1996 Saturn 2-door, a descent digital camera, a vacation in Canada (2002), two vacations in Jamaica (1994 and 1998), a week or two each year at the family condo in Ocean City, MD, dinner out once a week, and a home that had been a rental for years before you bought, gutted, and rebuilt it in 1986 and over a period of years. With my lifestyle, $120,000/year is about $30,000 more than you can spend. Even if you move in your Future Former Fiancée for Life, who’s hug tits, short chubby body and freaky slut sexual tastes you love, and who’s beautiful 4-year-old son, you actually love as much as your three biological children, in 1993—to save her from a failed marriage and him from two clueless “parents” and have them live with you for free for almost a decade—it is still hard to not have an obscenely high set of credit scores, pay all your bills on time, and live debt-free with tons of on-demand credit at very low interest rates. In short, I could solve ones of thousands of dollars problems for myself, my lady, her son, my children, my sibling, even my parents with a personal check, and tens of thousands of dollars problems with an equity line check, 24/7/365.

However, once you become “poor:” your new lady friend of four years, your soul mate; (and with your father safely dead) your four younger siblings you helped raise for their entire lives; and the mother you supported emotionally and kept married to your dead father for 48 years); even two of your three biological children (the “self-made” sons, of course) all conveniently forget your years or even decades of faithful love and service. It is a fucking Greek Tragedy, to be sure. I’m not as poor as real poor people, who never had anything, have nothing now, and will never have anything. I’m more of a former rich liberal suburban white guy appearing, but actually Italian-American, Agrarian Socialist Democrat, somewhat more radicalized by my new found “poverty.” And that hyphen is misleading, I love this dying culture as much as Osama did before my brother, Barack, sent those Navy Seals to send him to his virgins in the afterlife…

The Poverty Experiment

So here is what this Poverty Experiment, as I have begun calling it, has taught me:

1)      Poverty really sucks

2)      No matter how much it sucks right now, it will soon suck even more a few minutes/hours/days from now

3)      Homelessness sucks even more than other poverty “perks” like having to beg for social benefits you paid for a thousands of times over with your own taxes

4)      You can’t finish writing a book when you are mostly just thinking: “If I don’t kill myself before noon, I wander what I’ll have for lunch? Should I take a nap, surf some porn and jack-off, play Minesweeper for a few hours, or just watch the Discovery Channel?”

In mid-2005, after a “Psychic Tune-Up,” I told a great Insight Therapist, Dr. Frank Doyle, in Chevy Chase, MD, the following: “Well, I hope I’ve finally gotten humble enough now.” His response, damn him, was to laugh and say: “Probably not!” At least I’ve learned to never again say what I said then, out loud. Seven years and a lot of humility later, I bet I’m still not humble enough, but I fucking better be almost there or I’m going to start randomly kil… um, or something really bad is going to happen.

The Food Stamp Application (Part 1)

In October, 2011, my middle child, Tony, trying to emulate his father, me, the ultimate Good Son, invited me to live with him, his beautiful wife, Dawn, and my then 14 month old grandson, Logan, as an alternative to homelessness, My Valerie having decided she could no longer afford me, long before the balance sheet was balanced. Well, wanting to be a good son isn’t really the same as actually being one. Let’s just say we lasted five months under the same roof; his wife only threatened to throw me out once or twice. [Just forget the fact that in most cultures, for almost all of time, a son doesn’t “own” anything, it belongs to his father, unless his grandfather is still alive. And yes, I did want to scream “God is Great; fit Dawn with a Burka, and perform an sacred Honor Killing when she threatened me, knowing as I do, that in most cultures for most of recorded history (about 10,000 years) a daughter-in-law only spoke to her father-in-law when he invited her to do so, and even then she choose her respectful words very carefully. At least now I know the real reason the “Terrorists” hate us—our corrosive dying culture has “empowered” women to threaten their husband’s fathers. And Bush told you it was because they resented and/or feared our Freedom and Democracy; please… What a complete and utter dumb-ass moron idiot that Baby, AKA “W”, Bush is.]

One of Tony’s demands was that I apply for Food Stamps, so I did with the help of my social benefits expert daughter, Christy. Apparently poor people keep really good records at their fingertips, because years of no W-2 income was insufficient to justify the awesome $50/week benefit. In addition to the tens of pages application which I filled out, the idiots wanted my non-existent tax returns and a birth certificate. I think I paid for not one but two duplicate ones, each time I got a DoD Secret Security Clearance—I bet they’re in the same folder, stored somewhere in the greater Metro Area right now. I haven’t filed a personal tax return for years. My company, Anything for Life, Inc. grossed about $2,500/year from me teaching Tai Chi classes for the County part-time until it was revoked in 2011 for not paying the $300 yearly filing fee with Maryland, so I don’t jump right on filing those returns either since I never owe any taxes.

For fun I actually got on-line and paid the private company $35 to pay a kid $5 to walk across the street in Philly and pay them $3.50 to get a duplicate Birth Certificate and snail mail it to me. Unfortunately, that process takes a month, and the Social Services idiots, for some reason, are very slow but demand that you, the poor person, jump through their bullshit hoops really fast. So on the day that my tax returns and birth certificate were due, at about 4:30 PM, I went to the Social Services office, since it is impossible to call from off-site. I asked to speak face-to-face with a supervisor, which was sadly impossible. I could, and did, call her on the House Phone. My voice message was: “Hello, sorry I missed you. Who is qualified to comment on my soon to be posted blog, It’s Not Easy… [the one you are reading] before I post it?” She picked up immediately, having been tipped off by the “greeter” and sitting there in her undisclosed location bunker and asked for my case number. Needless to say, with no tax returns and no birth certificate, I received the computer generated rejection letter and the override, no doubt upper management expedited, custom letter congratulating me on getting my new Food Stamp Poor People [Independence] Card, which I was assured was retroactively approved and would have a fat first time $200 extra—sweet.

The Food Stamp Application (Part 2)

I received and put to good use the $50/week food benefit for six months, when the idiots informed me that I needed to reapply. I figured sure, “I certify that nothing has changed, ba bye and keep that money coming.” No, you fill out the same forms again, and submit the non-existent tax returns and (at least I have a valid duplicate) Birth Certificate. Surely they couldn’t be that stupid/inefficient/asinine, I went to talk to my supervisor friend. No, it’s a two hour wait to see a social worker who takes your information and then says the supervisor will call you to set up an appointment. She didn’t, but the fucking idiots—or their idiot on-auto-pilot computers—did send me a form letter cancelling my benefits effective May 14, 2012. That’s why you are reading this blog, which I compassionately withheld in good faith after the Social Services Supervisor applied The Big Picture to my application and coughed up my benefits in early December, 2011 with a little retroactive bonus from before the day I went in.

A Simple Solution to the Social Welfare Benefits Bureaucracy Problem

So here is my simple solution: I call it The Trusted Citizen Program. Like every American, I have a Social Security Number. Like very American, every penny of my wages and any other generated active or passive income is reported to the Federal government, and my State government. Computers already owned by the Feds, using real software correctly and competently written and tested by red-blooded, actually give a damn, Americans like me —not by Rich Spoiled High Brahmond Caste Indian Nations who can pay the bribe to get a visa and are here as a matter of their nation’s deliberate policy to destroy Americans IT workforce on a work visa pushed by greedy corporations who want cheap compliant foreigners, not people like me, working for them. The software program crawls through all the government collected income data and finds American citizens who have not worked, or have worked only a little, in a given year. If your lifetime taxed earnings exceed, let’s say $500,000, and/or you made $100,000 the year before, and/or you paid $10,000 in property taxes, the software system identifies you as a Trusted Citizen and sends you a form letter informing you of all the social service benefits you not only qualify for, but have been enrolled in and are now receiving, forever, until your financial plight improves, which the same software will identify for you. The few people who aren’t picked up by the software system can apply for benefits on line or in person, the form is: “I certify I’m poor, give me the fucking benefits I qualify for, now.” Half of the bureaucrats now employed checking massive inefficient handwritten paperwork applications and re-application for benefits are retrained as fraud specialists who just look through on-line government databases, not hand written applicant forms, to find the cheaters and put them in jail for mandatory 10 year terms without parole.

Update 20120801

No longer homeless! Met a young ebony goddess, Tasha (age 38), three weeks ago. I offered to help her: gave her a light and cooked her some pasta primavera. The next day while hanging out with her and giving her a ride, she invited me to crash at her place while her 15-year-old out of control baby goddess is in a holding facility for 90 days. It wasn’t as crazy as that sounds, but pretty close. As I live in “The Ghetto” for the first time, it occurs to me that Ridgeline Drive, Montgomery Village, Maryland, 2012 is the 60s all over again–maybe to stay this time… (Everybody just sharing what little they have, staying alive and trying to make things better than they are. There is a lot of pain and hate, but also a lot of love there and people who are real.) Between Tasha and Tisha, my very spiritual authentic Muslim dear friend and 30 year old goddess, and Tasha’s neighbor, there is much reason for hope. Maybe we will survive as a species after all.