I have a vague recollection of mid terms in high school, and what I recall is that I didn’t give them much thought. So, here we are, less than a month away from the off-year elections, complacent, confused, (have you noticed that candidates don’t even identify their party affiliation in…
History, both ancient and new, is sticky and wet with blood spilt in our inbred quest for freedom. The pursuit has been complicated and the goal line blurred by our equally strong trait of gullibility, enabling despotic rhetoric to herd us into subservience. When it becomes unbearable, we revolt, and…
It would be hilariously comedic if it weren’t so blatantly tragic; the pontifical posturing of the seemingly endless succession of Congressional probings into the actions or inactions, appropriations or misappropriations, sanctioned or unsanctioned activities of the overt and covert elements of government huddling under the leaky umbrella of its, (that…
When I started writing my blog, (six years of Sundays…damn!), I had this overly optimistic, (pronounced de-ranged), notion that if I tossed an idea or two or three-hundred-twelve out into the cyber ocean, that, message-in-a-bottle-like, it/they might one day be discovered by some faraway seeker of enlightenment and, depending on his…
I have, at best, a tacit relationship with philosophy. However, I have grown comfortable in my acceptance of “the speck of dust” theory of my importance in the cosmos, and as I sit here, pondering the passing navels of the patrons in this crowded coffee shop, I find I am…
When did the dumbest among us, (I love that pseudo-rhyme and will be using it again soon), get the loudest voice and headline press? Why would anybody give a shit what Donald Trump or any one of a gaggle of countless, mispronouncing, factually-challenged morons has to say? I know why. …
Lewis Carrol’s Queen of Hearts’ screams of, “Off with their heads!”, is an ingrained and recurring nightmare in the kid-scary part of the brain of most of us who read or saw some version of Alice’s Adventures. Descriptions and cinematic recreations of beheadments as capital punishment, (the infallible type), by…
Rest assured, I have not fallen prey to the lure of a potential windfall for participating in InterNet advertising. Although I have certainly delighted in the occasional sale-rack T or cardigan, and it’s hard to imagine where else, these days, a doting grandparent can re-wardrobe a pre-teen for under $150,…
…the Maine, the Alamo, to look both ways before crossing the street, to wash behind your ears, only you can prevent forest fires, to brush after meals, your locker number, to call your mother, to look before you leap, to water the plant, to buckle up, where you parked the…
Those of you who have taken the couplet-ed stroll through one of my New Year’s poems, may hold the notion that I have a morbid fascination with death…quite the contrary. I’m obsessed with life. Of late, I’ve become equally intrigued by the often polar distance between the effect a person…