Jeffery Fab at 50...a Quest for Fabulousity at a Half Century and Beyond

Why? That is the question on so many minds right now…why? Why would Salvador Ramos, an 18-year-old man, barely a child himself, walk into an elementary school with a gun, and open fire. In the aftermath, fourteen young lives, including the shooter, and a teacher have lost their lives. Gone…in yet another senseless mass shooting. I remember the shootings at Columbine High School, which seemed the origin of the concept of school, shootings. I remember Sandy Hook Elementary, the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando, and Virginia Tech. And most recently the shooting in Buffalo New York just a short time ago. We remember the countless other shootings that have occurred in between those events…all tragic, all senseless. Greed, power, revenge, escape, these are all reasons many consider the mind of an individual can go to such an extreme place. But it seems impossible for an individual to think, in however a manic state they may be in, that the only way out is to rush into an establishment, any e...

  So here we are half the way through another Black History month, and yet another unsatisfactory impeachment trial in the rear view. I have some thoughts on that for another post, so stay tuned. In the meantime, this is something that I leave you, the gentle reader, to ponder. At the core of this missive, is a more moral question; do you think live in a country blighted by racism or is it all media generated noise? lease be sure to share your comments...I look forward to reading them. Before I dive in, a brief disclaimer; the info I am sharing with you is taken directly from a popular gay social media site. It has in no way been altered, or modified, other than to fit the confines of the illustration used to direct attention to what is the heart of this issue. To define “who is who” within the conversation, my responses are in orange, the messages of the other individual involved are in white: just as they appeared in the original message stream. With that said......

Do you feel the disconnect? Do you ever feel a disconnect between yourself and the rest of the world? I mean like, you feel like the rest of the populous is privy to the punchline of the funniest joke ever, but not only have you been unable to discern it for yourself, no one is offering any assistance to help either. Now don’t misunderstand, this is not a gnashing of teeth, railing at God, “why me” kind of thing. For me it’s a bit more complex. Gonna try to explain in this missive, so please stick with e if you can. I guess to make sense, I must start at the beginning. This past week I was rocked by the death of not one, not two, but three individuals that had at one time or another been a more regular part of my life. I have had to concluded that at this stage of the game, I should be more prepared for death. Yet a part of me feels as if I should rail against it, rather than add it to greeting card rotation for birthdays and holidays. But how do you attempt to accept som...