What’s that saying? If it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, it’s a duck? Yet, regardless of the evidence of one’s eyes, there wouldn’t be a saying if people were not inclined to still be led down the garden path. So, for some Americans, approximately 42% or so last count, when the duck walks like a duck, talks like a duck, and looks … Continue reading Its All Ducky, Long As You Are Lucky Enough To Be Born Wealthy Duck
Being the passionate mouthpiece I am, it may surprise some to know I have seriously thought of wandering off to the land of kumbaya, write only poetry and take only pictures, and forget all this, the political chaos, the lies, the amorality, racism, perhaps the very dismantling of Democracy, it is a wonder I don’t. I mean, I make nothing from it, benefits me in … Continue reading How Many Are Caught In The Narcissists Web?
This all used to be a plot in a book, a work of fiction. It used to be part of some historical record, from some dusty tome that marked the rise of hate and genocide that long ago overtook the heart and minds of many, of those whose manifestos, whose Mein Kampfs’ bled from a twisted mind, once upon a time. Used to be these … Continue reading What Fresh Horror Is This?
This may seem surprising, but I have a tendency towards more conservative minds, which may seem a bit strange coming from me. Now, to be clear, a conservative as in reserved and not one to grandstand, grounded in nature and spirit and not one to latch on to crazy ideas, conspiracies, and such. My family back in Dodge generally were conservative, as in what was … Continue reading The Cost Of Losing Your Way
Of late I have come to realize that I am not really all that good with labels. I find them, while useful in some incidences, on the whole kind of confusing, and tend to be more about what you are not than what you are. For me, that seems too limiting, and it presupposes some idea or concept that you either fit or do not. … Continue reading Overthinking The Thinkers
So whose the angry mob? Who screams for the head of the queen, off with it, without the benefit of a court of law, for judging the judges who may not be judged, and holier than thou am I, but I digress, who am I to criticize. “To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by … Continue reading Lies Of A Better World Thru Spheres I See
When I pull back the lens, and just kinda squint my eyes, what stands out is the last gasp of the angry white guys and gals. I suppose as they see it, after 8 years of being led by a black guy, they see the rumpTus as their just reward, the F U to the libtards they loathe. Corruption and all the rest, Russian interference, … Continue reading At The Leading Bleeding Edge Of It Are We?
You know, I’ve only actually ever been to Washington D.C. the once, back when I was married, and we didn’t even stay over, as we couldn’t find a hotel in our price range that wasn’t located at the edge of some crime-ridden suburban hell-hole. We instead stopped on our way back from a few days in Norfolk, Virginia, saw the sights, and stood across the … Continue reading Just Another Lunatic With Crazy Hair?
Sinking in the quicksand of time, these ultra-conservative nutbars would have the whole of the United States back, kicking and screaming if need be, to the good ol’days of their childhoods, when many of those fuddies in Washington grew out of their short pants. Back to the days of yore, while the demon spawns rocked around the clock and women snuck away and died with … Continue reading What We Do Onto Others
“The dogmas of the quiet past, are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise — with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew, and act anew. We must disentrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country.” Lincoln–December 1, 1862 Message to Congress In the late 1700’s the Industrial Revolution was … Continue reading Pawns For Politics And Profit
Ok, so in our household, I’m Meathead and Dad’s Archie (All In The Family), can’t say we ever had an Edith, however, my sister did have a Joey Stivic doll when she was young, creepiest thing, who was Archie’s grandson from his daughter Gloria and Meathead. If you fed him water via his little bottle his anatomically correct wee-willy actually peed. It was friggin hilarious, … Continue reading We Ain’t Discussing the Dawg
Believe I was four years old, maybe 5, we were coming back from visiting Dads parents in The States, Mom and Dad, and I, and they had stopped us at the border coming home. That was early 1970’s, and it never occurred to them, I suppose, that anyone would question it, but I didn’t have my immigration papers yet, my residence ones that said I … Continue reading Children Of The Other At The Door