Growing up I never thought about going to museums. I’m not saying I’m a ratchet, but where I grew up, you just didn’t go. It always seemed like it was too expensive. I didn’t know where the museums were. I thought they were all boring. I know what a tiger and an elephant look like, why do I need to go somewhere and pay to see the same thing? It wasn’t until Ernie wanted to go to a museum that I knew how much fun it could be and how easy they are to access.

The first museum we went to was the Nethercutt. It was a car museum but also had some beautiful pieces of furniture and these giant machines that played music. We also got to go into an old train. We’ve also gone to the Peterson museum, LACMA and MOLA. It seemed like it would be a lot, but if you look on their websites, you can usually find a day when they are free, or at least a discount code. We haven’t spent that much but I have seen so many beautiful pieces of famous art, old cars, irreplaceable items and inspiring photos. This is all just a short drive away, but people still won’t go.

I have told people that we go to museums and they ask why. They don’t see the point in going. These are the same ratchets that go to a club to get drunk, ” because it’s fun!” How can it be more fun to put on a dress that’s too tight, shoes that hurt, spend an hour on hair and makeup (if you’re lucky) all to get some guy to offer to buy you a drink? After he’s shoved his dick into your hip of course. Why wouldn’t you want all that while paying for parking, entrance fees, at least 1 $8 drink in a crowded place while going deaf? No, thank you! When it comes to my alone time, even if it was to meet someone, why not go to a botanical garden, the Griffith Observatory or on a hike. You’re telling me you’d rather have some asshole spill his beer on your nice shoes he just stepped on and wait in line for a bathroom, hoping that the guy you just went home with won’t kill you, your friends won’t leave you and you will wake up next to a dude who will actually call the next day? Why not get into some comfortable clothes, comfortable shoes, have barely any makeup on, walk in the peaceful FREE outdoors and maybe meet someone there? Trust me when I tell you that the guy who’s talking to the grenade so his buddy can score is not as great a guy as the one who is working on being healthy by going for a jog. Sure, maybe they’re the same guy. Maybe he did the bar the night before and this is him making up for it. But seriously! Come on! Where is a better place to meet a guy, on a trail, or at Denny’s at 4AM?

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I wanted to take Daisy’s weekly spot where we highlight something ratchet and talk about something that happened after the show. I wrote about this on my personal page, but I think it’s important for the whole family to hear about. I also want to point out that I am not entirely sure I was right or wrong here. I don’t know what I should have done and I don’t care to hear what your opinion is on the matter. It’s done. The moment has passed and I am left with some idea I think is important and a platform to talk about it on. Lastly, I want to point out that I have a terrible memory, so the exact phrasing has been lost to time.

When we turned off the mics Adam Kokesh and I could not stop talking about a lot of ideas and our mutual respect for each other. I was very glad to meet him and we have made plans to talk again. As we were saying the usual thank yous and praising each other for our respective talents, we said our goodbyes. Remembering that he served in Fulisia, and remembering that the next day would be Memorial Day, I said, “Thank you for your service!” Adam seemed upset. He seemed as if he realized I had missed his entire point of all he had said on the show that day. He corrected me, “NO! No, you shouldn’t thank me for that! Never thank anyone for their service. I was just blindly following a stupid dictator who sent out soldiers to acquire a new source of revenue for him…” You know, the stuff he said on the show. I let him finish and said, “Well…did you know that going in?”

He was confused, so I continued, “Did you know all this when you signed up? See, it’s one thing if you went in there knowing that, but I’m gonna go ahead and assume that you thought what most people do, and what I generally think; You thought you were gonna be a hero and fight for this country. You thought you’d go and stand in the way of the bullet and me. Despite what you know now, you went and risked your life, even if it was only for an idea.” He started to argue again about the actual meaning behind what he did, what he was told to do, what was done by a greater army of people. He told how these actions are not good actions and therefore not deserving of praise.

I tried to do what I often do, put this into perspective with an analogy, “Look, if someone went out and bought me a coke, would I say, ‘Fuck you! I’m diabetic! I wanted Aquafina!’ or would I just say, ‘Thanks for the coke.’?” He said, “The difference here is I’m not bashing people’s skulls in with the coke, creating more people that hate you!” I simply replied, “No, but you still tried to do something good for me. I know there is a huge difference between getting me a coke and what you did, but the point to both is I am thankful for the idea behind it. So thank you for the coke, thank you for your service.”

Maybe I should have let it go. Maybe I should have just said, “Yes sir! As a Marine, you have earned my respect to lead and as a genius you have earned my respect in you ideas.” Maybe I did the right thing. I don’t know. What I do know, is that in any case where someone tries to save my life, I will be thankful. And sure, even I can come up with a scenario where that isn’t the case. Where they killed someone I love or there is some Space Odyssey 2000/Matrix thing. However, like I said in the beginning of all of this: I don’t know what the right answer is, and I don’t want your opinion.