He Just Might Water The Soil Under The Bush That's Been Smeared With Oil

I have so much to say. I always have so much to say. But for some reason, I have not had the energy to think up a blog piece that can succinctly express the traffic jam of thoughts trying to find some sort of conduit for it to flow with ease again, finally. It has also been a long time since I could just sit and write extemporaneously, and that has left me extremely frustrated and discomfited.

Still, it's been so long, I feel it's time to SAY SOMETHING.

I've been writing alot of music, that's for sure. And thank God for that, because this would be the worst time for me to be lacking inspiration in that area.

I just wrote a song about Obama, quite by accident, actually. But I am very proud of it. I am a few chapters short of finishing his biography (thank you, Chelle) and while I am always, always cynical about people (and everything in general, really), it seems to me that Obama might just have enough of what the world severely needs right now. Yes, he has made a few public gaffes. Yes...