Being the Teflon Dona

Earlier this evening I was told I am taking orders from London and I am irrelevant – meaning I work for the Muslim Brotherhood (MB) and no one reads me anyway. I do not work for the MB. As to my social media readership I started with zero, The core goal is not to engender marketing stats. I know something about marketing communications as I was a VP of Creative Services for JWT, one of the largest ad agencies on the planet. I left JWT because even with a 22nd floor corner office, the view was getting putrid and my soul was being speared to death, centimeter by centimeter.

The only orders I took was when I owned and operated our organic espresso cafe in Westhampton Beach, NY – Cafe HeBird SheBird. I am not good with orders and probably why I was a creative director in a field of endeavor few have a clue or a view.

Then, ImageI went free-lance. I paddled by kayak along and rafted up when projects were underway and fought with those above me to maintain integrity of creatives and their concepts. Some would whine and others would threaten or attempt put downs. I stood my ground as a professional not allowing personal stabs to my gut, side or back to bother me while acting like a shield to the sensitive ones on staff (practically everyone in creative). 

Earlier today, on Twitter I tweeted a short opinion of a blog about #Egypt. The blogger and a guy who has written a book on the Egyptian revolution personally slammed me in their tweets as someone with an IQ of 60. My response was to lay low and then launch tweets about professionalism and ethics in journalism. 

When people take an evaluation of their political ‘punditizing’ as a personal attack they suffer from a weak ego and lack necessary components to a basic human kindly foundation, at least this is my life experience. 

I use to tell people when I worked as a free-lancer in Manhattan I have been rejected by the best. Some folks get my left coast joke and others do not. It serves as its own evaluative sifter. 

The gist of this post is some people are so insecure they act out by projecting their fear onto another via personal attacks. Usually folks of this ilk lack serious reflective time doing the work of watchfulness bringing about honed maturity in deed and word. Sometimes being mood altered screws up their perceptions. 

Raising the bar of appropriate human conduct is not an assignment I seek. Persons who do not know me who fling out petty comments about the level of my IQ – well, it says far more about them, than it does me, BE.

My job is to shift and slog through what is out there, in a timely basis, to keep the pedal to the metal to offer a colorization and perspective original to my set of values. 

I am beyond grateful for role models and mentors who were spectacular human beings. Their sense of honor, innate acuity about life and problem solving quotient led me to believe human interaction no matter if in a love relationship or foreign policy follows identical tenants. And, I not talking about neo-con soaps of moralistic hyperbole. It goes back to what my mother taught me as regards the mettle of a person. Strength is based on right action, humility, compassion, and taking a stand against injustice and inequality. Not an edge or a pinpoint of inner resolve is gained by stepping on the back or toe of another living entity, and that includes Earth. 


Measly Manifesto Take 100

Repression of the freedom of speech is the tool of the oppressor. Coupled to its propaganda this ploy use to succeed. Today, social media finessed by citizen journalists is an upswell no empire can topple. We possess here the power of legitimacy. Facts are revealed by videos from citizens, professional photojournalists, and well honed documentaries. No military junta, be it the Republic of #Egypt or the US of Hillary, can carry forward their deep state agenda much longer. Why? We outnumber these elite. We are far more morally in tune and in depth by nature and focus. We are attuned to the rise-up power of the net. We are no longer techno fledglings. We have fashioned cyber wings. If you prefer to play hide and seek with meme, game apps, and food recipes then do us a favor, step out of our way. If you want to join a serious comprehensive global movement for peace and human rights then begin to inform yourself from qualified individuals by reading posts and blogs. Even following and sharing the magnificent work of photographers telling the story of suffering is a contribution. Some of us create music, art, poetry, gardens, and tolerance to push the cultural of peace forward. No person on Earth should accept the role of being a member of any military force, If you have someone in your family or circle of friends who is serving any regime, convince them to resign in the name of peace and then support them into re-entry.

Put One Under Your Chin – California Poppies

California Poppies in Spring bloom. This is a view I grew up with during an uncomplicated kid time when there were no freedom protests and no govt. surveillance only A-bomb test explosions. On Friday afternoons (after school) we went all out wild child. We packed into several cars drove over to Foster’s to procure two scoops of homemade fresh peach ice cream packed into sugar cones or chocolate shakes (malt were passe). Small town giggling about who was with whom (including some teachers and a couple of parents) was over the top, as was heavy 16-year old debates/discussions about the latest classical book read or museum visit to San Francisco. Memory is swell, eh? One can transport backwards with teenie bopper effort or forwards with contemporary alignment with the ethers. Staying in the here and now is a talent predicated on thoughtfulness and watchfulness and then the real trick – letting go.Image