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As an American combat veteran, a true patriot (not Patriots fan), and strong advocate for Freedom, Liberty, and the basic Right to retain these things, I’ve been wanting to write about and discuss this issue for a while now.

 

But perhaps it took the President’s own ignorance to stir up the angry veteran inside of me just enough to go ahead and raise my voice.

 

Kneeling during the National Anthem, by overpaid athletes, in protest for equality.

 

Holy Hell, we’ve got ourselves a baited topi...

 

Fuck. I don’t even know where to begin. Or, what’s worse, why I even need to, to begin with.

 

The hardest thing for me to wrap my head around is that there are people out there who adamantly believe that equality should not exist.

 

Let’s think about what that means….

 

There are actually free-willed minds, in our free nation, enjoying our freedoms, our rights and liberties made prevalent by the ideals that “ALL MEN are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain una...

From day one we are trained and conditioned to do as others tell us to.

 

As a toddler, we learn the word “no.” We are taught structure, schedules, how to wear our clothes, and how to act in public. In school we learn how to sit quietly, to be obedient, to fit in, and follow along; and then we are graded on our individuality and compared to our peers.

 

There, we learn about words like authority, power, directions, and respect… before we learn about compassion, understanding, tolerance, and c...

So far, the 2000’s have brought us smart phones, dating websites, skinny jeans, and well, single parenting.

 

But before we get into the semantics, offensive language, and ruffled feathers, I want my readers to go ahead and take a serious deep breath, pause, find your center, and exhale those instinctual, defensive, and eye-gouging, maternal protective impulses; don’t cut me, I’m not trying to offend anyone, I just simply want to open up an objective conversation about a serious social trend:...

Welcome friends, fans, family, and fabulous strangers who clicked on the wrong button. Thank you for coming to see what Jacob Paul Patchen is all about.

 

Well, let me start of by saying, I am so completely and utterly honored to have you as a guest on my author page/blog. It truly hits me right in the feels to know that there are people out there who actually “want” to read my words. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

 

I started writing poetry around 12 years old while my parents we...

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I don’t remember the last time that we got mail,

or which stained cot or shithole that I was in

when I opened it

 

and read about your summer days sun bathing

in your new 4th of July two-piece out at the lake

with Eric and Tori. Or about how softly your

mother cried, lifting and dabbing behind her glasses

with a wadded up tissue, while helping you pick

out new linens for your hour-and-a-half away

dorm room bed.

 

But now I sift through this pile of white and

mixed colored letters, moving...

I want to be the westward sky at sunset, when blues melt and trickle, drip into fire, burn red and glow orange; warming to the eyes, like wool mittens in Montana’s winter, when frost nipped fingers go numb, tingle, and turn pale white; white as the sun streams that break free from the covering grey clouds, when thunderheads build over prairie-dog plains and rocket through the sky a web of busted dreams;

 

like when she twisted this ring from her finger and set it down on white paper, as empty...

This time of year always gets to me.

I remember mother’s “countdown to Christmas” calendar where we would peel open one window for each day. And literally, the first thing in the morning, running barefoot to the kitchen in nothing but my tighty-whities, peeling open that window counting down 22, 21, 20 days ‘til Christmas, while the Christmas music from mom’s miniature winter village set filled the dining room with Christmas spirit.

It was the anxiousness of waking up every hour on Christmas...

He’s a pretty fun guy, charming even; out there among the laughter and the good times, careless and fearless for reprisals. He’s a hero to those who walk this Earth in anxious chains; a true badass in the face of the cares and care-nots; a renegade, charging headfast into your social gatherings and saying something that’ll make you smile.

He’s everything that I want to be when I’m around everyone else.

We live in a world full of misdirections and brick walls, a place where we struggle to find...

**Warning: possible political post and probable political incorrectness ahead.**

America, the modern day symbol of Freedom, where you are forced to give up a fourth of your income to support programs that give it to those who do not earn it; a place where any citizen can be President, as long as you are a career politician with years of corrupt experience; where criminals hold seats in Congress and create laws that are meant to hold you and me accountable.

America, an Oligarchy enriched by th...