Terms of a Future I Can Live In

Written May 2025

I want to burn the divide between those who have and those who have not.

I want gun-law reform: waiting period, standards for storage safety—with an oversight body. 

I want term limits for everyone in public office.

I want a cap on campaign contributions.

I want weighted-voting elections.

I want 70 percent of all leadership positions in the top 500 companies held by qualified women.

I want laws that make executives and board members personally, criminally, and financially accountable for their actions.

I want the entire institution of media overhauled—no more incentive to report soft bullshit that doesn’t matter.

If the subject of a story is happy about it, it’s not journalism. They’re supposed to be our truth tellers, and they aren’t. Not the big ones.

**I want young reporters who still sing protest songs in print**

I want whistleblowers to be truly protected and honored—given esteem for what they risked to tell the truth.

I want women of color to have the healthcare they deserve, to stop losing their babies more than anyone else.

I want the U.S. government indicted by the global community for its abuse of the Middle East—and any other region I don’t yet know about. Get out of their land, out of their resources. Apologize. Pay them. Leave.

I want every bathroom, boys’ and girls’, stocked with tampons, condoms, diagrams, and easy STD tests. You share a bathroom with the other gender in your own home, you can do it in your community too. Get over yourself. 

I want every kid in every country to have access, support, and resources for education, clothes, supplies, rides, sports, music—all of it.

I want the people who report sexual abuse to be believed. I want the possible range of sentence to better reflect the level of harm. That shouldn’t require a woman dragging herself into a police station.

I want little boys encouraged to cry, to feel, to stop being told to “be stronger” just because of their gender. And little girls encouraged to be engineers, mechanics, and wives. 

I want limits on how much lawyers can charge. Equal representation for those who can pay and those who can’t.

I want the digital space regulated and publicly monitored for safety.

I want the government to lose its ability to hide horror under national security.

I want the national defense budget cut by 43 percent within two years, and that money redirected to veterans, their families, and surviving children.

I want an end to the public sexualization of people. Let us all be sexy and free—but not fed to children on TV as programming.

I want nonprofits regulated harder than corporations—because they’re dodging taxes and stealing care from the most vulnerable.

I want rehab centers that aren’t disgusting rat holes outside town. 

**Put them downtown. White paint. Flowers out front.**

I want every sales position ended—today. No more incentives to push product, no more kickbacks.

I want public education to teach the real history of the country it’s in. No half-truths. No omissions. All the dirty details, out in the light.

I want higher education reformed—no double-dipping tuition games. If government money subsidizes a student, the school doesn’t get to tack on more.

I want no new dams unless a cross-disciplinary team—experts, Native communities, ordinary citizens—researches and agrees.

I want a temporary moratorium on all new construction until our current inventory is assessed and used logically and compassionately. Housing first.

I want banks and investment banks separated—no shadow mergers, no shell structures. *Profit caps. Government audits. Every time.*

I want coffee shops to serve alcohol and stay open late.

I want dates at the library.

I want short work weeks and long vacations for everyone.

I want Wi-Fi declared a human right.

(A young man’s thesis already proved it’s possible—AI plus radio frequency, free to distribute.)

I want malls emptied and turned into homeless shelters and re-homing centers—public spaces where people can get help with dignity.

Middle of town. White paint. Flowers.

I want the truth about aliens released—plainly, to the public.

I want Walmart broken up. Keep a few as HQs; the rest become franchises gifted to people who’ve never had a leg up. Same goes for any giant corporation. Own your piece; let the rest lift someone else.

I want Big Tech out of government—by law, or by force if necessary.

I want 20 percent raises for all public workers—not the elected elite, but the people of the people, for the people.

That’s a start, but I’m not done.

Addition for the moment: Fake hippies don’t get to masquerade as shamans. Match your fucking mask.