FPR Blog 14: Millions on Negative Ads, The FCC and the US Army Hack.

I thought the first thing I was going to address was the Army hack because it seemed more important. But, then I stumbled on what would be my 3rd story.

To be honest, it's so gross that I have to lead with it...

The headline reads...


White House race has already sparked $1 million in negative ads. 

This election isn't till November; 2016 that is.

I understand there's a nomination process and the machine has to crush the few honest politicians taking a shot. But, do we really need to be bombarded with fake news about this race from now till election day?

Many believe that the presidential elections are rigged. In a way, many are right. National elections aren't rigged by way of corrupted machines or adding a zero to the final tally.

The presidential election is rigged by way of mind manipulation.

FPR Blog 13: The Man Screwing Up the State I Love.

I am proud of my home state of New Jersey... I was born in Weehawken. Just 6 blocks from the house I grew up in, on 37th street between Park Ave and Hudson, in Union City, N.J.

Growing up, everybody used to say they hated Hudson County. Four cities, four towns, two townships and one borough make up the hated region.

I never felt that way, though...

Everyone imagined living in the city (Manhattan, N.Y.) and though I continue to spend a lot of time there, the best part of that island is the fact that I can get off of it.

I love New Jersey. I've lived in many parts of this historic state. The third in the Union, I might add.

I don't mind paying her highway tolls or abiding by her laws.

I don't mind paying my FAIR share of taxes to keep the state afloat. I go to the parks here. I drive an hour out of my way to ride my bike here. I even vacation here.

So there is no question, I love my home state.

However, I may not adore every single part of its governing... But, I respect it and I more than respect the civil servants who teach our kids, keep our neighborhoods safe and our streets clean.

FPR Writing Team: Introducing; Poet, Yvonne Sotomayor... 'D-CENTRIFUGE'

Cracked and slivered faith

Shattered and glistens all silver pieces

Slow-motioned and fragile piercing through all

Cutting and bleeding emotions leak through

Dampened and cold—shivering and solo

I stand naked, raw, and alone

Christ-like my hands rise with the moon

Cooled, pale, skin ripples thru the dusk

As all the tiny pieces find their way and their mark

They lodge and they burn and keep me safe

But the scars that remain forever and all

Exclude the good also I have come to learn

And so I stand bare with my scarred cold skin

Wondering when I’ll let you in...

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