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Assassination, Retaliation, Instigation, Calculation, But Is He Just A Puppet On A String?

It was October 2002, and living in my highrise apartment at the edge of Lake Ontario, with my new job and Congress had just told Bush Jr to have at’r, bomb Baghdad back to the Stone Age. Based on lies and quasi-intelligence from questionable sources, and I remember watching Bushy selling his wares to the politicos in Washington, sitting in my sisters living room, yelling … Continue reading Assassination, Retaliation, Instigation, Calculation, But Is He Just A Puppet On A String?

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Images And Ideologies Of My Deconstruction Decade

Caught between a paradise and a prison, in a web of lies, by lakeside, under a narcissists control, she was lonely, sad, carrying around a broken heart, wounded by life’s raw deal, that woman was an easy mark. So, that decade ended last night. That her, that once was has been changed, piece by piece. Facing her head on, finally began to see her for … Continue reading Images And Ideologies Of My Deconstruction Decade

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Have Republicans Sold Their Soul For The Relevance They Were Too Scared To Achieve On Their Own?

Historians, the ones who eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner, the ones who are sustained by it, who know it like the lines on the palm of their hands. The scholars, the ones with the long view of the world, who see the details of history in a context, to a depth that most of us can probably never truly grasp. So, well over … Continue reading Have Republicans Sold Their Soul For The Relevance They Were Too Scared To Achieve On Their Own?

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Impeachment, Though, You Know, Que Sera Sera, And A Quid Nor A Quo, Even So

With the new puppy taking up my time, lavishing me with Pika poo, and playing squeaky toy games with Stink, I’ve engaged in less politics, read less, watched less. Pondering, I suppose, more pondering of late than opinions. No conclusions, though. Finding myself more and more with this desire to just stand back, watch, listen, absorb what is unfolding, but not engage with it. High … Continue reading Impeachment, Though, You Know, Que Sera Sera, And A Quid Nor A Quo, Even So

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Do Right-wing Men Just Want Their Mommy?

Just in case all ya ladies out there need a refresher, this gentleman on Twitter has provided us with a helpful list of, um, features we should acquire. Someone should explain to @KellyAnnePolls… “don’t let degeneracy take away your femininity“. Ok, I’ll admit my first reaction was rank ire at the audacity of some shitestain to be dictating to women how to be a woman. … Continue reading Do Right-wing Men Just Want Their Mommy?

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Lessons From The Pack Whilst Heading Down i95

Every once in a while, for summer vacation, or for Christmas, my younger sister and I would be awoken well before the dawn, bags packed the night before sitting in a pile in the living room, ready for dad to work his magic of getting it all to fit into the trunk of whatever vehicle we had at the time. These early mornings were how … Continue reading Lessons From The Pack Whilst Heading Down i95

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A Little Rain On The Parade Of Boos

Last night the moron and chief was somehow convinced to attend a UFC match at Madison Square Gardens, and again, my twitter feed was filled with more booing towards arguably the most despised president in U.S. history. I didn’t watch any of them until this morning, but I take some satisfaction at watching the worst president in U.S. history getting his due, with a resounding … Continue reading A Little Rain On The Parade Of Boos

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I Won’t Say I Told You So, As I Watch Him Reap What He Has Sown; Or, Maybe I Will

It’s a hot summer day in the late 70s and my cousin and I are sitting on Great Grandma’s front porch, old tobacco barns lining the fields behind the house. Off that dusty old dirt road that ran by her house, the driveway circles in and around this big ol’Maple tree that we had tied a yellow ribbon round, singin’ “it’s been 3 long years, … Continue reading I Won’t Say I Told You So, As I Watch Him Reap What He Has Sown; Or, Maybe I Will

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