Can we finally order an XXXL orange jumpsuit for Felonious Trump, not to be confused in any way with Thelonious Monk, whose artistry has enriched our lives for more than 80 years while FT has enriched absolutely nothing except his bulbous waistline and ego? Oh…and I’m on 24/7 Giuliani watch…
My weekly verbose concerns about the seemingly unstoppable deterioration of decency and civility and fairness, (as eloquent and equally inconsequential as they may be), globally, but no place more than the former United States of America, are spawned by my fear of the bleakness of my remaining future, but more…
I’m pretty sure that I’ve been involved in a catastrophic accident, a memory-stealing head injury that has altered my reality, blurred my perception and stimulated my hallucinogenic, runaway dream state, wherein I’ve too often dabbled in escapist reimagining of otherwise unacceptable social, political or generally abhorrent human behavior and yet,…
Given the choice between ‘better’ or ‘worse’, most of us would pick ‘better’, right? I mean, that’s human nature 101 for crap sakes. So, somebody help me out here, (that plea is foolishly directed toward someone who would more than likely not be reading this…but, what the hell). Other than some…