Fascism 2.0
The Cost Of Losing Your Way
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 […]
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Lies Of A Better World Thru Spheres I See
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 […]
MoreAt The Leading Bleeding Edge Of It Are We?
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 […]
MoreJust Another Lunatic With Crazy Hair?
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 […]
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Pawns For Politics And Profit
“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 […]
MoreWe Ain’t Discussing the Dawg
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 […]
MoreChildren Of The Other At The Door
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 […]
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