Category: Editorials


Effective Discussion

Years ago during the developmental stages of the internet I was a big proponent of the web being used as a positive tool of the common person.

This was way before the development of social media such as Facebook, Twitter and other basic chat boards.

I felt that with the power of the internet, the average person could use the publishing tools of the web to communicate effective and positive messages without relying on the large publishing houses or fringe media platforms.

Unfortunately, things did not evolve in the way I had first hoped or imagined and now we have an over abundance of arm-chair philosophers and commentators.

While I still believe in every man or woman having the write to express themselves, what I have come to distain is the amount of personal attacks and abuse taking place in the name of religion, politics, fashion, science or any other topic.

What has become increasing disturbing is the lack of empathy or self control which is illustrated by the high degree of name call and personal assaults.

Blame this on whatever position or opinion you disagree with, the truth of the matter is, this will likely get worse before it ever gets better.

So how do you debate against the person who resorts to name calling and personal attacks when they disagree with you?

First, one should understand that name calling or avoiding to discuss the central point of your position is usually the strategy of a fool or or idiot who with no resource or substance of their own, will reduce the discussion to attacking the person rather then the argument.

Ad hominem (Latin for “to the person”, short for argumentum ad hominem, is a fallacious argumentative strategy whereby genuine discussion of the topic at hand is avoided by instead attacking the character, motive, or other attribute of the person making the argument, or persons associated with the argument, rather than attacking the substance of the argument itself. The terms ad mulierem and ad feminam have been used specifically when the person receiving the criticism is female.

However, its original meaning was an argument “calculated to appeal to the person addressed more than to impartial reason”.

Fallacious ad hominem reasoning is categorized among informal fallacies more precisely as a genetic fallacy, a subcategory of fallacies of irrelevance.

In a nutshell, busting out of the gate and calling someone a ‘hater” or ‘Looser” , or Dem, or Nazi or what ever is surely the best way to lose an argument. You might even be correct in your assertion or belief , but attacking your antagonist  with an insult not only disqualifies you from the discussion but it points to the weakness of your intellect and your own character.

Refute your point with logic and sound explanation of why you disagree with the point and or argument, and then proceed to explain why you feel this way and why it is you believe something else.

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Mothers Day – A Final Farewell

by Brian Carrillo

Mom – today we say our final farewells as we scatter your ashes in this deep brooding sea.

It is not easy to see you go or to say Good Bye but I am very grateful for the days and weeks we got to spend together as you laid in your bed fighting to get better. Each of us here today knows  how courageous you were and how hard you fought to stay with us but I know that there are only so many things we can do to stay here on earth when it’s time for us to go to our eternal Home.

I read it in your eyes, that you wanted to stay here with us to see each of us grow older – wiser – better.  From little Alex to Brother Rory, Sister Allison, Craig, John John and of course myself – but we all know that God has His own plans and timing and when it’s our turn to go we must leave behind the very one’s that make us whole and who we love the most.

I know it hurt you but I also know you were ready to go.  You asked many of us to let you leave but honestly no one was ready to say Goodbye – not just yet. We all wanted to spend one more day, one more hour, one more minute and second with you – but we knew deep down you were ready and knew that when you left you would be in good hands and finally be among others who also loved you – Granny, Grandpa, Artie, Aunt Cha Cha, Your brothers, Tony and Eddie.   You are there with them now looking down upon us as we  sit here so sad and tearful feeling lost and afraid.

I am so very proud of you Mom – on this day of all others, Mothers Day or our Mother’s Day.

I am proud of the way you fought your last fight, I am proud of how you loved your children regardless of how much we did or did not deserve it.

I am proud of how much you loved our friends, girlfriends,  wives, husbands and the children that are here because of you.

I am proud of how you took care of yourself as well as each of us when we were much younger despite the fact you had little means and expertise on how to do so.

I am so very proud of you for all the things you did in your life that was not easy – from starting a new family when you so were very young yourself and with a Husband who probably at the time did not deserve your big loving heart and to raising us up as a single mother.

I am proud of you for how you loved your family – your Mother, Your Dad, your Sister, Brothers, and your uncles, aunts, and their cousins, many of which who have reached out to us during these times to see how you were doing. They all love and loved you very much.

I am so very proud of you Mom, and perhaps the most, for how you loved Me. How you would wait for my calls and how we would spend our Sundays together laughing and doing the things both of us enjoyed so much.

I am proud of how you were always happy and how you loved music and how you always smiled for everyone – and how you loved the fresh air and the birds and the blue sky and bright sun and the ocean.

Yes – I am very proud – Mom.

Perhaps the one thing I am so much proud of is how even while you took your last breaths you were dignified and graceful. You did not cry out or ask for any of us to help you but rather you laid there waiting for God and His Angel’s to take you home.  You were a Queen in all Her glory as you said good bye to the people who loved you the most and as you floated away upward to Heaven and God’s Kingdom. I hope you saw us all standing around you weeping for you but rejoicing that you were now free from the pain and sorrow you were feeling before you left.

June 17, 2018

Angels Gates – San Pedro – June 17, 2018

I am sad to have to say good bye now, Mom, and it makes me cry, but it also makes me happy knowing that you were my Mother and I was your Son and we had so many good times together. I loved you very much. I will always love you. I will remember you in the stars and the waves and every time I see a bird or hear a song or smell a flower.

You were My Mom – our Mom – and I – we – will always have you close to our hearts.

I love you and we will see each other again soon and I will always try to make you proud – very proud as you made me proud to be your Son.

Happy Mothers Day Mom – May you rest in holy peace.

Your Son Eternal – Brian



Mom (Yvonne Carrillo) February 1, 1940 – June 9th, 2018



Be Cool

I will never criticize you for being an atheist, or laugh at you for believing in God, nor will I call you stupid for being a democrat or a republican. You can be a muslim, a hippie, a witch, black, white, gay or straight and I will stand by you when other’s point fingers at you and call you violent names and tell you you are worthless. Honestly, there are few people like me and less whome I agree with on every topic, but I will respect you if you are gracious and know how to be polite. There is no place for assholes and nasty people and I am okay with that. If you are a jerk and can’t be gentleman or lady, F off and go your own way. It’s time we all start doing better and owning our shit. You have one life – live well and help others along the way. Work hard and contribute and don’t rely on the Government to take care of you. That’s #comingup

Band Paramore

Paramore As Nirvana’s Successor for Flagship Band of Disaffected Youth in the Modern World


Nobody may have suspected it, but the young (and not immensely sizable) lead singer and songstress, Hayley Williams, of “Paramore”, currently fills some very big shoes.

The originally Tennessee-based, now LA-based, band has an unparalleled range in repertoire, from elementary ballads, to immense rock-orchestral
compositions spanning the spectrum of all possible intricacy and genius – a band Kurt Cobain would have regarded as possessing that rarest but most sought-after of traits: raw girl power.

Though there is only one feminine element of which to speak, literally, in the group, the raw masculinity of the chord progressions are not encountered by Williams’s breadth and depth of vocal range, from lilting lullaby-esque dreaminess to hardcore, visceral, even Visigoth battle cries, harking back to Cobain’s signature roar which expressed the inexpressible sadness and repression of a youth culture barraged by the pseudo intellects and bureaucratic limitations of the Baby Boomer generation.  Though both Cobain and Williams missed out on speaking for or against any war efforts by a hair’s breadth of timing, their expression of eternal rebelliousness in the face of unjust restraints disguised as stream-of-consciousness poetic renditions remains unmistakable in the wake of such artists as Lennon and Dylan and their decoding reinterpretations for the masses.

Hayley Williams, of "Paramore"

Hayley Williams, of “Paramore”

Take the songs “Ignorance” andMonster”.  There are few pop songs in the modern catalogue which seem to eerily echo sentiments of fury, anguish, and the irrevocable as a battle cry in the face of corporate marketing polish as Cobain’s genius did in deconstructing the pop rock album with the most slithery of punk-anthemic compositions – on a record which sounded like the Beatles had reinvented themselves with a taste for distortion pedals and tympanic reverberation (“Lithium” could well be a latter-day McCartney song, if he were so inclined towards such metallic tastes).

People may quickly class Paramore away as a subcultural and/or “emo” penchant, but they remain ignorant of the relative lack of comparable talent in the deluge that is modern college rock radio.  Few songs can bring one to tears, but take a listen to “All I Wanted”, “Renegade”, or “(One of Those) Crazy Girls” to sense a Rachmaninoff counterpoint emotionally-influencing counterpart to Cobain’s religiosity of reverence for today’s shattered youth.

Not merely that, but it is highly recommended that you add to your CD or vinyl collection their latest self-titled epic, which I give five out of five stars (not merely for its motif of lilting reminiscence for Cobain’s personal fave composition, the watery “Drain You” if you want to hear one of the most mind-blowing anthemic conquests of the radio waves ever launched – and find yourself a new (if not already well-versed) Paramore fan; particularly for the starry ballad “Hate to See Your Heart Break”, among others, which show their evolution from film soundtracks to the soundtrack of our very lives – something that rarely to never happens, already signifying them as a gem among the vast and barren sands.

If you would ever suggest that someone could hold a candle to Lennon, Cobain, or Dylan in today’s age, be prepared to be honest with yourself and those to whom you are eternally obliged – your fellow man (and fan) – and shout that Williams lights an eternal torch in remembrance and steady continuation of the impassioned outcry that was the war song of those countless harnessing the raw untapped power of the genius within us all for recognizing the genius in others; after all, as the great Schopenhauer himself – an ardent music aficionado – once said: “Intellect is invisible to the man who has none.”

I’m glad we can see clearly now – that the rain is gone – here in sunny California.

Paramore on Facebook


About the Author: Nolan Aljaddou is an alumnus of the University of Nebraska Omaha, and has authored a book and several papers on physics.  He started playing guitar at the age of 12 and writes extensively on Psychology, Mathematics, Physics, Philosophy and of course, Music.



Dangerous Trump

Is this Political Ad from Trump too Dangerous for Prime Time?

Personally, I don’t feel it’s too dangerous, at least no more than any other commercial being aired this campaign cycle. I do think this election is dangerous in general, however. There is so much hostility from both sides that it makes following it tiresome and frustrating, and dangerous in the sense that you can’t walk outside wearing a pro-Hillary shirt or a pro-Trump “Make America Great Again” cap without fear of being punched.

The fighting  among   Facebook “friends”  on Social Media and family members seems downright hostile and brutal.  Hell, I have to admit, I am even guarded in my post for fear of being called a bigot or hater.  What kind of People have we become? I don’t think I am bigot and I have always tried to be fair and balanced in my opinions.

What will be tomorrow’s Politics be like? How can we go back to the way things use to be? Is this the new Politic?

I hope that this is not a sign of things will be be forever. The riots, the protests, the violence the mudslinging and nasty way the media is treating both Democrats and Republicans.

In any event, I have to say I learned a lot this election.  I have learned that anyone is capable of being nasty and hating and thinking their view is the only correct view.  I also learned that the status quo does not like change.

Enough said – what do you think of this ad?

Regardless of your opinion or party, a Democracy requires the voices and thoughts of all of us.

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Men, We Need to Talk

Globally, the rate of suicide is alarmingly high, particularly in men. Too many men are ‘toughing it out’, keeping their feelings to themselves and struggling in silence.

When things get tough, we need to talk. Reach out, take action, and look after ourselves and each other.

Today, September 10th, is World Suicide Prevention Day, and we believe it’s important to take a look at videos like these and spread love and awareness when it comes to the heavily stigmatized topic of suicide.

Many who have trichotillomania and dermatillomania don’t see a way out of the disorder. We might see ourselves us broken, unlovable, scarred, defective or any other negative thought that might stew around in our heads, and you know what? It gets to us. It gets to us and sometimes when we’re faced with these disorders that so many professionals don’t know about and no one seems to be able to help us with, we get lost, and our thoughts turn even darker. If you’re among those who might be thinking that suicide is the only escape from this, or any of your problems, it’s not. There is help and there is hope. Reach out to suicide hotlines, online support groups, friends, family, anyone that you trust for love and support, and let them know that you’re struggling. Know that you are not alone, and that you can get better, even if it doesn’t seem like it right now. You can.

o speak with someone immediately, contact National Suicide Prevention Lifeline on 1-800-273-8255 (1-800-273-TALK) or Lifeline Crisis Chat.
If life is in danger, call 911 or go directly to emergency services.




Donald Trump, Donald Trump Jr., Eric Trump

Why it’s time for a Trump revolution

Reprinted from the New York Times

My friends are worried about me. They insist something is not right and suggest prayer, counseling, even rehab. “Take a break,” they urge. “Get away for a few days and clear your head.”

They are wise and kind, and it would be foolish to dismiss their concerns. Truth be told, there are moments when I doubt myself. Am I making a huge mistake? Am I losing my mind?

Perhaps I am. My friends say that’s the only possible explanation for the fact that I might support Donald Trump for president.

The insanity defense is all that’s left now that the smart set has declared that it’s immoral and indecent to even think about voting for Trump. OK, call me immoral and indecent as well as crazy, because I’m thinking about it.

It’s been a long road to get here. When Trump’s name first popped up, I joked about moving to Canada. When he launched his campaign, I cursed him, certain he was going to create a circus just when Republicans finally had a strong field of candidates.

I was intrigued by many of them, starting with Marco Rubio, Chris Christie, John Kasich, Scott Walker and Jeb Bush. Others I admired while believing they wouldn’t get far — Ted Cruz, Bobby Jindal, Ben Carson, Lindsey Graham, George Pataki and Carly Fiorina.

I like those Republicans even though I’m a registered Democrat, just not that kind of Democrat. I voted for President Obama in 2008, believing he meant it when he said no red states, no blue states, only the United States. The barrier he broke added to his appeal.

Six months later, I was off the bus. It was already clear Obama had no intention of building a consensus on anything, although few realized he would be such a radical and partisan polarizer. He may love America, but doesn’t seem to like actual Americans. Other than himself, of course.

With the world on fire thanks to his abdication of global leadership, and with the home front nervous and angry, the 2016 race couldn’t come soon enough. I hoped a Democrat would emerge who realized that Obama had set us on a course that was dangerous and unsustainable, with our ­national debt exceeding $18 trillion.

Clearly, neither Bernie Sanders nor Hillary Clinton is that Dem, though I’ll vote for Sanders in the New York primary just to send her a message.

Following Obama, Clinton’s election would be a calamity. She would be beholden to him, and unable to shift much from his disastrous policies. And who knows what she really believes?


Besides, if the Clintons are rewarded with the White House again, it would be impossible to demand honesty from any public official in America. She’s thoroughly corrupt and, in the memorable words of the late William Safire, a “congenital liar.” Voting for her is a give up on the future.

So I’m stuck with Republicans, but my favorites were rejected, with only Kasich surviving by a thread. Frankly, I don’t blame voters. They’ve had it with vanilla men who play nice and quietly lose elections. If the nominee is another Mitt Romney, Clinton would win in a landslide.

As noted, I do admire Cruz, but he strikes me as more Barry Goldwater than Ronald Reagan. He’s whip smart, but too rigid ideologically and personally joyless. If I were president, I would nominate him for the Supreme Court in hopes he could fill Antonin Scalia’s shoes as the leading constitutionalist.

Which leaves only Donald J. Trump. He’s weird, erratic and I have no idea what he will say or do next. His nasty put-downs of rivals and journalists, especially Megyn Kelly, diminish him. His policies are as detailed as bumper stickers and his lack of knowledge about complex issues scares me.

If he weren’t the GOP front-runner, the gaps in his game would make it easy to dismiss him. But dismissing him requires dismissing the concerns of the 7.5 million people who have voted for him. That I can’t do.

My gut tells me much of the contempt for Trump reflects contempt for his working-class white support. It is one prejudice gentry liberals and gentry conservatives share.

It is perhaps the last acceptable bigotry, and you can see it expressed on any primetime TV program. The insults don’t all seem good-natured to me. I grew up in central Pennsylvania, surrounded by the kind of people supporting Trump, and I sympathize with their worsening plight.

For generations, they went all in for the American dream. Their families fought the wars, worked in the factories, taught school, coached Little League and built a middle-class culture. Now they are abandoned and know it.

Nobody speaks for them. The left speaks for the unions, the poor and the nonwhite, even shedding tears for illegal immigrants and rioters and looters. The GOP speaks for the Chamber of Commerce, big business and Wall Street.

Trump alone is bringing many of these forgotten Americans into the political system, much as Obama did with millennials and black voters. Trump has done it with full-frontal attacks on lopsided trade deals and a broken immigration system. His message is a potent brew of populism and nationalism that reaches across the partisan divide, and the public response is stirring the country.

In fact, many who despise Trump concede he is right that globalization and the open-border flood of cheap labor, while benefitting many Americans, has hurt many others. But instead of working to fix a broken status quo, many on the left and right echo each other’s venomous attacks against him. One day he is Mussolini, the next he’s Hitler, and he’s routinely accused of hate speech and racism.

What is his great sin? Breaking the taboo about what ails the middle class? Daring to challenge a power system that only pretends to have the consent of the governed?

The shame is that others didn’t beat him to it.

For his chutzpah, tens of millions of dollars are being poured into attack ads against Trump, and the urgent blue-nosed concerns about dark pools of money in politics have vanished. As long as he’s the target, all is fair.

Often, the avalanche of sludge against Trump looks and sounds like a reactionary confederacy fighting to keep its power and privileges. Naturally, the mainstream ­media is slashing away.

A Washington Post editorial claims that stopping Trump is the only way to “defend our democracy.” In other words, those troublesome voters are the problem.

A New York Times columnist raised the prospect of assassination. Sure, it was a joke. Make that joke about Obama or Clinton and see who laughs.

I would be delighted to support a more conventional candidate who has Trump’s courage and appeal, but we don’t always get to pick our revolutionaries. And make no mistake, Donald Trump is leading a political revolution that is long overdue.


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