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The Greatest

I became a boxing fan in 1964, huddled around the radio with my grandfather, father and brother, listening through the crazed hoarseness of Les Keiter’s description of the kid that took down Sonny Liston.  I never questioned, or thought inappropriate, the young Cassius Clay’s pronouncements that night, of, “I am…

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Dear Trump Supporters

Politics aside, take this as a public safety warning that you are all barely six months away from shooting yourselves in the foot…or the other foot in many cases.  Since the majority of you are still reluctant to list bigotry as a primary motivator, let’s stick with the economy/jobs mantra…

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Broken

Donald Trump is right. It’s all broken. Unfortunately, for any clear-minded, literate, caring human being, he’s wrong about everything else. America got broken, (well, truth be told, it was pretty fucked up at the start), by allowing elitism and the lust for wealth to trump, (it’s impossible to find a…

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The Good News

I know, I know…I have a mild tendency to see the flaws in…well, just about everything.  Most gasp in awe at the multi-colored splendor of autumn while I, although equally aware of Nature’s incomparable beauty, can’t separate from the knowledge that it is, in fact, the decay of the foliage…

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And Then There Were Two

Unless there’s an unexpected upheaval in the electoral balderdash pretending to serve as the model for democracy, we will be given the choice of Hilary or Donald in the November election. If Hilary, (as the best guessers are guessing), is the choice, (by those able to actually exercise their voting…

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$$$

When money means everything, everything means nothing.  When the pursuit of wealth and its resultant bi-product, poverty, is the standard to which success is measured, our humanity becomes bankrupt.  In this wondrous age of science and technology where we are all interconnected, it is an existential conundrum that we remain…

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When Doves Cry

Another giant, gaping hole in the force. I was working with Michael Jackson when Prince’s For You came out, (1978ish), and I remember Michael fretting openly and asking if anybody knew if he could dance. No moon walk, no JB shuffle, but his music did some version of the funky…

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I’m Speechless

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Panamanian Laundry

Well, I dodged another bullet. I have all of my money laundered in Uruguay and the Uruguayans know how to keep their mouths shut. Oh, and they don’t have computers in the particular laundry that I use, so the only way they get hacked is if Manuelo loses the zippered…

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The B Word

I’ve read the analyses of probable electorate trending for the general election. If you buy into the historically expected logic of those columns of data and are amused and convinced by the representative bar and pie, (I love pie), charts, it becomes easier to both in and exhale during the…

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