This Song is dedicated to Pedals Bike Shop:

Pictures...

Here is some pictures of me:

Pedals...

Pedals

Thanksgiving...

It appears that I will be left alone--again--for Thanksgiving. You see, my socialist owner is set to fly to South Carolina to visit her bourgeois parents. My owner, who is ashamed of her privilege, will break bread and assume good relations with her parents; I'm kind of surprised she has anything to do with people who are capital owners. Her idenity--feminst/socialist--should be a precursor for defiance...but her mind is only set for reliance...

Mansplaing...

Today--or this morning--I was entertained by my owner's great complaint of mansplaining...After listening to my owner gripe about mansplaining, I can concur that mansplaining is often used by privileged white males to justify the relevance of the patriarchial hierarchy.

As a dog, I'm dumbfounded by the whole premise of mansplaining...It seems logical to conclude that mandslaining is a reaction to a contradictory argument. Contradictions, by my estimation, are phenomenons that go hand-and-hand with human nauture--something all to normal. Is it best to say that my owner is full of sour grapes or just monomanical?

My name is Harlem...

Hi...My name is Harlem and I am a five year old shelter dog who now resides in Brooklyn, New York. If it was up to me, I would rather be chasing wild animals in the country than living in this liberal/socialist cesspool--but my owner can be rather selfish. Hence, I have no say when it comes to where I reside. Sad isn't it?

Not only is my owner extremely selfish, but she is also a an ardent socialist/feminist; she is very naive when it comes to human nature. In fact, it was her boyfriend who wanted to adopt me; she only got custody of me after they spilt up a few years ago. It is often an imposition for her to let me out in the morning. I know I am a smart dog but even I can't open the steel front door. I would rather live with an owner who celebrated freedom and liberty; my owner sure does not believe in either, which is quite sad at times. Instead, social and economic justice is tantamount to her existence. I once heard her say that the world is full of inequities...well duh, even I know that not all dogs are the same: some are smart, some are dumb.

What bothers me the most is that my owner often neglects me in order to get drunk and carry on with other confused young socialists. It is not unusual for my owner to neglect me for several days while she skirts up and down New York City living a narcissistic life. At times, I go without food and companionship for days; I wish I had an owner who could love and care for me. I wish--just once--I could live like the dogs that I see on television; they have great freedom that only can be achieved in a great country like America...

Here is a picture of me waiting for my owner to come home after a weekend of debauchery: