Charity Case

I understand the need to "get the word out" for the charity of your choice. We do live in a culture where if the people don't have it shoved down their throat, they won't know or care that the problem exists. After all what American would know anyone in another world is dying of starvation if Annie Lennox didn't tell them?

While having someone's charity shoved in my face today I realized that there can be a fine line with the passionate charity folk. Let me get this straight. You or your friend has fought a deadly disease and now you have dedicated your life to the charitable organization that is fighting for funding care and/or a cure? Understand that I too agree this is important. But when it's all you now do with your life it may just be a bit of a waste.

I want you to survive your deadly disease thanks to the passion of scientists and doctors who have perfected a treatment. After survival I want you to live your life more passionately than ever before because you have no doubt obtained another chance to keep breathing. Put a sign on your car. Get the word out. Do a fund raiser, but if you wake up haunted by the need to raise money to cure everyone and go to bed wishing you could do more ... you're a bit of a nut who needs to focus more on your own damn life than everybody else's.

To those who rally for charitable donations for the cause they care about, I want you to keep in mind that some people do have their own battles to fight. If you are currently residing on this planet and have a brain in your head I would hope you have become passionate about something all on your own. I would like to assume that everyone has chosen the charity case of their choice to support. Of course that's not true and that's why we do have campaigns. Oddly enough people do get well into their lives before they "look" for a cause to support. If you ask me they shouldn't have had to ever look. It should be obvious what they need to do.

I would love to give money to support the cure for AIDS. I'd love to donate some money to feed some starving people in another country. Hell, I'd love to donate money to feed people in my own country (imagine that). I want to fund autism and alzheimer research. The causes to outlaw bullying are on that list too. It would be great but we must eventually realize we can not help everyone. I choose to support transgendered awareness, LGBT issues and the pursuit of spreading fabulousness throughout this entire world. I could be my own damned cause for crying out loud and it's certainly a much required cause (i.e. fabulousness).

Humans want to fix everything and help everybody. They can't. But isn't it funny how we could all agree to get along, work toward cures for free and change our entire structure into a helping futuristic society but yet we keep doing what we've always done? We murder, rape and pillage all the while trying to "help."  It's fascinating, isn't it?

The Season of the Soiree

Autumn is the season of the soiree. All the parties everybody wants to be at start happening just around this time of year and continue throughout December. As the invitations mount up for The Artist D, the Internet's First Superstar, I'm reminded how much I hate parties. Maybe it's just the people who throw them. Since a lot of people throw parties for one simple psychological goal. That being having their ass kissed greatly for throwing a party and proving their fabulosity.

I would like to think I would keep some compunction when it came to massive amounts of people kissing my ass. That is if I was ever in a position to bring ass kissers. I experience this now and we all do when it comes to people trying to get in our pants. We will always be told we're better than we are if someone wants to have sex with us. That or lure nude photos out of you.

The ass kissing gets worse when you "are somebody." I know some people who are ridiculously annoying yet have money and power. People who want money and power will flock to them no matter how they feel about them. The sad part of the story comes when those annoying powerful people actually believe their friends are friends!

You could take anyone who is knowingly filthy rich or in a crazy position of power to use as an example. How does Donald Trump, President Obama or even Madonna trust anybody? How can they attend functions in their honor held by "their friends" and make statements about how happy they are that everybody came? Worse yet they make statements about how much love they feel when any outsider can see 90% of the people there have nefarious intentions.

There are some people I imagine truly attract good people. I think most people who shows up to Bette Midler's house for dinner are their with honorable intentions. Sure, there's always someone out there who wants to use you as a stepping stool. But certain people actually do have friendly redeeming qualities. Not that I know Bette Midler or have ever eaten dinner at her house, but she seems nice enough for this theory.

It's those other people I first mentioned whom I compare to the powerful people I know. They're generally annoying and seem like their base attitude is that of a total prick. There are certain people out there you can't help but think the only reason someone likes them is because they want something from them.

I think if I was rich and powerful I'd just stay home.

Get Up, Get Out & Do Something

One of my biggest annoyances are people with time and potential who do absolutely nothing. I've been here for quite some time. That is here living loudly in the Underground. I'm a very black and white individual. You either do something or you don't do something. It's all rather simple. And you can't tell me you want to do something big only to cling frighteningly to the small.

I've always had to work in a lot of different facets in order to make it possible for everything I want to be possible. I was only rewarded with small pieces of time where I got to sit for months and work strictly on my art projects. Any other time you will find me working full time jobs with over time and coming home to produce paintings, videos or broadcasts for the rest of my waking hours. I suppose what makes me so hostile towards people with time and inspiration is that they have the time for the inspiration. I have the inspiration but very little time. 

Those few times where I secluded myself in my studio and had the luxury of doing nothing but being The Artist D were disappointing whenever I tried to network my ideas outward. Sure, I can stay in my own world and create my own thing for my own benefit. That made me happy. The point that frustrates is we could create so much more if we just worked together. 

Throughout my art career I've found hundreds of people who are artists "stuck" at home in front of a computer. I've tried to get them to work with me to make what they do bigger and reach even more people. They always fall short. I have never found anyone as ambitious as I am, unless they also have no time to indulge their ambitions. 

It reminds me of those good old movies with the real crazy character with stars in his or her eyes. When they've finally made it to the big city and they grab their friend by the shoulders and say, "With my ideas and your connections we could be big ... big ... BIG! We're going to make it!"

The only time I've found people who will have that moment with me are now dead. They were usually too busy but we had big plans. They saw the potential and wanted to work with me to make it possible. They knew that they could do it alone. I know I can do it alone. But think of how much louder that could all be if there were more people involved! 

Now that I'm rubbing shoulders more than ever I am finding an even more frustrating creature. The individual that created something great, maintains it, is successful with it, but doesn't want to do anything more to make it any better. Sweet Jesus you've worked so hard to put out some grand project and you don't want to make it reach even more people? You don't want to continually redesign your platform to make it even more astounding? I don't understand and it aggravates the hell out of me. 

People happy with what they have made and satisfied are strange to me. I'll never be satisfied until I'm done and I don't plan on ever being done. Until forbid, that is.