I told Kris Angel that I thought David Copperfield was a better magician,
and then he blocked me on Twitter. It's almost like he was never there at all...

Who am me?

Chapter President, Electric Auto Association. Co-Founder, Whidbey-Camano Electric Vehicle Association. Sustainable Transportation Lead, Central Washington University. Eagle Scout. First Degree Knight of Columbus. Lapsed Catholic. Assistant Head Chef, Perry Lodge. Boy Scout Merit Badge Councilor. Merchandising Manager, Northwest Model United Nations. Elephant Advocate; Wild Aid, World Wildlife Federation. Full time fast food worker. Full time Novelist. Part time podcaster. Observationalist comedian. Improv comedian. Amateur thespian. Fashion designer. University Student; Political Science, Environmental Studies. Former Combat Engineer, US Army. Engineering Operations, 1st CORPS. Hero of the Battle. Shitty singer. Shittier poet. Former professional photographer.

Full time Legend.

O O O 
When Undersecretary Patrick F. Kennedy asked me what turned me on in politics, my response was admittedly way too fucking cliché: "I want to help save the world."

I know, ew, gross. But I think that this seemingly-easy answer might actually sum up the entirety of my existence. It's why I joined the military. It's why I am interested in politics. Why I write books and do podcasts and even this shitty blog; I think that I have something interesting to contribute to the world other than prose.

Everything that I do - everything that I've done up till now has been an effort to UNDERSTAND the human condition - what makes people do what they do, especially when the aftermath of their decisions leads to drastic outcomes.
Right now I might be having some sort of difficulties understanding exactly what I want from this life and my short time on this planet, but I think we're all asking ourselves the same question in some form every day of our lives.

I should think so. I would never want to exist without that itch that is never scratched. It can be maddening living with myself. The never-ending supply of questions my brain is asking are often met either with more questions or answers that I really don't enjoy. I often am plagued with the burden of self-doubt and doubt in humanity.