“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

-Anais Nin

Meet Carlos

not a , bad hombre

My family and I immigrated from Nicaragua in 1980 along with many others. Four hundred thousand of us, who were later granted amnesty. I note, through the hard work of Republicans in Congress, who had the moral fortitude and ethics to do the right thing.

That being said, it didn’t matter that the mass migration was a direct result of the U.S intervention in Nicaragua. An intervention which funded various right-wing rebel groups known as the Contras. The rebel group directly responsible for fueling the unrest, which riddled the country with violence, poverty, and despair.

Like the majority of immigrants in the US, we were not welcomed with open arms. Which is why, I understand better than most, the widely debated issue and controversy of whether immigrants enter the U.S for “political” or “economic” reasons.

Although the challenges and difficulties my family has endured began 40 years ago. The trauma, pain, and fear I felt as a child, standing in line at the INS office can never be erased from memory. Moreover, it’s unfathomable that a country founded on migration ignores its history and now has a vitriolic disdain towards immigrants.

Similarly, the experience of witnessing my Latin-X brethren and sistren – the majority of whom are descendants of immigrants – treat immigrants with the same derision is disconcerting, to say the least.

Consequently, all of this is happening in the information age, where the general malaise caused by cognitive bias, can be treated by discerning facts from the breadth and wealth of information and evidence readily available to us, in the palm of our hands.

Whereas, I’ve spent the majority of my career in the information, communication, and technology sector. I started when Al Gore invented the internet, you anxiously waited to hear the infamous words “you got mail,” and MTV was ushering in the infamous  “reality tv” genre.

Conversely, during the last decade of my life and career, I’ve been advising automotive dealers on digital marketing, process improvement, and retention. All while developing social media networks as a hobby.

With sufficient time, the hobbies consumed my thirst for knowledge, affording me an opportunity to see the ugly truth, more importantly, the unintended consequences the information age, and social media have had on society.

As a dataphile, I spend countless hours consuming as much information as possible. I do so in order to utilize the information to inform and educate loved ones, friends, clients, and/or colleagues. Much to their consternation no doubt.

Unfortunately, time and time again throughout my twenty years in technology. I am often reminded that the fact remains.

All the tech in the world won’t fix a broken process.

Especially when most ignore the exponential consequences our own behaviors play on the zero-sum game, which we have come to recognize as the pursuit of happiness.

Nonetheless, the information age has ample evidence from history that teaches us, that we don’t learn from history. 

So I’m on a mission for this very reason. I can no longer sit by idle in the shadows. All while witnessing the atrocities committed by the administration, the Republican party et al. at the behest of misinformation and propaganda.

Therefore, it goes without saying, that if my parents would have immigrated during these tumultuous time, I would have been one of the many children ripped from my parent’s arms, sitting in a cage full of fear and despair. Not knowing if and when I would see my parents again.

Wherefore, I’m on a mission to be known for my contributions to society, often reminded by the words of a prominent Lutheran Pastor in Germany.

Carpe Diem,


First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist.Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out— because I was not a trade unionist.Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew.Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

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