I had to do it. In the spirit of political satire, cultural activism, and the inappropriate humor that my mom is about to lecture me about once she clicks the play button…I mean, how could I resist?

This is for Oakland, for the fallen brothers, for the fallen trees – and for the good men in my life. The Tree Hugger his skin is brown limbs long, he is lanky like me but still: strong arms, thick spine he is an oak tree rooted in the Town…