This is the fourth attempt I’ve made to write this blog entry. The original one began on November 4, covered the election, covered a lot of libertarian/agorist/abolitionist theory, delved into life after burnout with some really gut-wrenching realizations on my part, and then talked about the slump I’ve been in regarding my cooking of late.

Here’s my piece on the election.

Bad people ran for office. Bad people lost the election. Bad people won. The 20% of America who aren’t red pill/blue pill whackadoodles voted for Trump, not because he’s so gosh darned wonderful, but as a rejection of Woke culture and having an unpopular candidate foisted upon them by the DNC. That’s my take. Woke Culture and Kamala Harris were so loathesome and disconnected from reality, Trump was the lesser of two evils.

Here's my libertarian take on the election.

The two major parties believe slavery is bad. Most people do. Until it’s necessary.

Here's my bit on life after burnout.

I’m reacquainting myself with the word “no” and that’s a good thing. In my youth, I took a great deal of pride knowing there would never be darkness in the world because the fires from the bridges I burned would always light the way. As I got older, the market changed and I had to learn to never burn a bridge. Over time, that degraded into never saying no, because I never felt I had the freedom to do so. People noticed and exploited it. I overlooked it because I was too much of a wuss to burn a bridge. This was the period of “eating shit”. I will never eat shit again.

The takeaway is, sometimes bridges need burning. Not for the sake of burning them like when I was young, but for self-preservation. Burning bridges isn’t about keeping adversaries from getting to you. It’s about taking steps to prevent yourself from returning to them. At least for me.

I recall something in the Christian bible about gouging out an eye. Google-Fu indicates it is from Matthew chapter 18, verse 9: “And if thine eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: it is better for thee to enter into life with one eye, rather than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire.” – King James Version. Look at me, quoting the bible. That’s funny. Still, right on, Jesus! Burn that bridge.

What I realize about reacquainting myself with “no” is that if “no” burns a bridge, light that match, grab a bag of marshmallows, and get to roasting.

And lastly my bit on my cooking slump.

Food blogging, really the entire Food-o-sphere, is just novelty porn. Just like actual slippy-slip porn, it creates unrealistic expectations in the viewer and sometimes the creator. Food bloggers, such as myself are just making amateur porn, (my favorite genre, honestly), until we can go pro. And just like wanna be porn stars, we take our cues from the professionals because we see them delivering what the audience wants and getting paid. We also want to break away from the pack and distinguish ourselves, so we start getting more extreme whether we really should or not.

I can’t speak to what others do or how they view things, but for me, I can’t do that. I have to keep it real and true or it just becomes an “EXTREME blow job” I don’t want to give. I hope that makes sense. I think I’ve lost sight of that in the last several weeks. This project isn’t about going through the motions. It’s about the journey. I haven’t focused on the journey and it’s really shown itself in my work.

I’ll do better.

Now, go cook something.