It’s “Them”, right? All this crap is their fault. If it wasn’t for those people screwing up the economy and the weather and the traffic, closing down all of the friendly and familiar K-Marts and Sears stores, rearranging the aisles at the supermarket, (really, what’s up with that?), taking away…
The villainy of Donald Trump and the spineless Republican Congress is no longer an uncomfortable divisively split-family dinner argument, it’s a bold, unapologetic matter of fact. It is wrong-sided for every delicately existential checkbox: Climate change, the environment, foreign relations, the economy, health, safety, DEMOCRACY, DECENCY, HUMANITY. We can continue…
First, let me take this opportunity to ignore the sage advice of almost every schooled debate coach, clear-minded political commentator and student/teacher of historical recurrence, all of whom know scads more than I and have cautioned against the following as ineffective and counterproductive, and say, anyway, “Fuck all of you…
The way it’s supposed to happen is that when a controversy arises over an event or a statement, the perception of which stirs preconceived biases resulting in irrational polarization that can lead to argument, shoving, mayhem, even war…after the kerfuffle, benign or tragic, the folly of the wrong-sided becomes so evident,…
So, that happened. There were some moments, but to me they mostly looked uncomfortable or desperate or unhinged to varying degrees. Since Kennedy/Nixon, when TV became the “trump” card for winning elections, googly eyes and flop sweat and dry mouth and mumbling and a perceived lack of confidence and presidentialness…
I try to convince myself that I’m accepting, while simultaneously harboring a wide spectrum from mild annoyance to boisterous disdain for other people’s opinions and beliefs, their political choices, religious followings, driving habits, manners and morality. It’s a struggle. There is certainly an unending, constantly-replenishing list of debatable topics to…
It’s supposed to be everyone’s favorite time of year; a time of renewal and promise; the return of the birds and the blossoms to temperate climes, when one can finally shrug off the last of winter’s chill. So, where the fuck is it? Up here in the Northeast we’ve been…
First, it’s important that you articulate the title as intended, so you catch my drift. If you start fully erect, and virtually crumple like a deflating balloon, exhaling 100% of the air in your lungs as you form the sounds inside a guttural whoosh until you are left teetering like…
I’ve been accused of being overly pessimistic, a Chicken Little-ish blogger in search of a sky-falling-proof shelter. Perhaps. But, holy crap, where’s the upside, the half or even quarter-full glass? It’s been so long since I’ve been able to take a full breath of fresh air without sucking in the pervasive residue…