Kahuna’s In Their Stockings
After work dodging distracted drivers hurtling through the parking lot on their way home, or to shop, to hell, who knows, I hike as fast as my aching legs, hips and back can manage, through the darkened dinner hour to catch the bus, ideally all in one piece, focused intently on finally returning (retreating?) to my little nook, to home, to this temenos, this sanctuary. … Continue reading Kahuna’s In Their Stockings
What A Tangled Web He Weaves When First We Practice To Deceive
The beauty of my job is the people I work with. We are a team, and there is a real togetherness, a common front, a shared camaraderie that has often been commented on by various visitors from Head Office. That core, that allied front we display is, in fact, the very reason for the success of our location. It is also the success of any … Continue reading What A Tangled Web He Weaves When First We Practice To Deceive
Just The Ranting Of A Frustrated Libtard
Thankfully I live in a world far, far away from the wild, wild west in the capital of that land of my birth down yonder. So we sit back in our armchairs, sofa side, somewhere on the outside looking in and watch dumbfounded at the daily spectacle, indictments, and of course sentencing hearings that veer off into the shrubbery, or as Ari Melber from MSNBC … Continue reading Just The Ranting Of A Frustrated Libtard
Wishful Thinkin’ Of The Life And Downfall Of The Useful Idiot
To my historically obsessed mind, there is this almost whiff of Shakespearean drama unfolding, political theatre, providing the background, the bits the players speak beguile, woo, or would seem to, hidden meanings, whispered secrets of once loyal men, yet concerned only with his own wealth and power, at the cost of the people he was elected to serve. “Vengeance is in my heart, death in … Continue reading Wishful Thinkin’ Of The Life And Downfall Of The Useful Idiot
Dirty Deeds In My Feeds
So it would seem that the chips are beginning to fall, the prosecution is gradually closing in, with the southern district of New York chiming in, and Mueller too, of hush money payments before an election and lawyers taking the fall (Cohen), of hiding and lying about it (Manafort), rag publishers granted immunity to spew, and what next? And everywhere you look there is a … Continue reading Dirty Deeds In My Feeds
At The Root Of Unalienable Rights Was He
The written word, the truth they sometimes hold, their lies sometimes, but those words we document may be the only remnant we leave that we lived at all. When you seek these truths of the past, tell your stories, beyond just the dash between the dates that you find those words to be precious. For the written word can be a powerful tool, and for … Continue reading At The Root Of Unalienable Rights Was He
She Ain’t No Southern Belle
We all have those regrets, the missed opportunities, the people, places, things. Maybe one day, out of the blue, that missed opportunity calls you up, a second chance? Could be you don’t rightly recall why you missed out, but now you see this again before you, and what do you do? In a nutshell, a rough sketch, that is who MsB is to my Dad. … Continue reading She Ain’t No Southern Belle
Lollygagging In The Urban Wilds
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass It’s a few blocks away from me and half the walk is in getting there, Irish … Continue reading Lollygagging In The Urban Wilds
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How To Get Rid Of A Bad King
[ hint: it involves a swamp and a toad] Watching a doc the other night on King John, the brother of Richard the Lionheart, the crusader king. Ol’Johnny boy was known as a ruthless tyrant, of Robin Hood fame, who ruled Britain from 1199 till his death in 1216. He was the Magna Carta king, the reason for its creation, which eventually became the foundation … Continue reading How To Get Rid Of A Bad King
Deep Thoughts At A Bus Stop
These waiting periods, waiting for a bus, on a bus waiting to get to where I’m going, they’ve become a sort of opportunity to think, as I’m generally not the chic standing there with her nose to her phone, usually. But, like sketchpad mind dumps for me, waiting becomes a time to reflect, to get this stuff out of my thoughts. A time for me … Continue reading Deep Thoughts At A Bus Stop
Dreams Of A Place
The first dream that I remember, I must have been around 10 give or take a year or two, and it takes place in Dodge back when we were renting a place, and I was around the corner sleeping over at a girlfriends’ place. Most of the details of it are gone, but this image remains of me, or something like me, out the window, … Continue reading Dreams Of A Place
Conflict Of The Colonial Creators
Over visiting a friend last night and relating to him the contents of a documentary I’d watched recently on Thomas Jefferson where they spoke of the long-term relationship he’d had with one of his slaves, a Sally Henning, and the children they had together. I was telling him how it couldn’t be a love relationship, was not today considered as such as it is recognized … Continue reading Conflict Of The Colonial Creators
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