As I was growing up I always hated tomatoes, not spaghetti sauce, rather raw unadulterated tomatoes. Also hated them as chunks in chilli or stew, couldn’t stand the texture, the taste, nothing about them appealed and they always made me gag. Over the years I’ve slowly developed a taste as my taste buds grew up and now I can happily have them in stew or … Continue reading The Wild West White House
Trumps 7 Cardinal Sins Continue reading And they all liv’d together in a little crooked house
You notice that he has not once tried to reach out past his loyalists? Seems incapable, actually. That he has never tried to embrace the country as a whole, never tried to unite both sides of this snowball of division that he leads? Well, if so, it was brief and I missed it. Continue reading You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet
He has certainly become the perfect villain for the rest of us. Get rid of him, yes, of course, soon as can be, but don’t forget what and who put him there, to begin with. Continue reading Lesson’s Of Lawrence Post-Trump
So, have I mentioned my internet’s been up and down the last while like a hookers knickers? Almost 6 weeks now, but on Saturday night went down completely, I was forced to amuse myself by other means. Oh boredom, and the muses that one goes seeking in the places where you used to play, but that damn device lured you away. It was a reminder, … Continue reading A Few Lines Written While Listening To CBC Radio
Suppose I’ve always been a sucker for U.S. politics, as politics in Canada tend to be more staid, diplomatic, rather dry. In the U.S. every election is a grand show that crisscrosses the country, with verbal swipes and scandals and shenanigans lasting for months and months and months. On the other hand, in Canada, after a short campaign, a brief song and dance, sometimes scandal … Continue reading Chitter Chatter Lets Get At ‘Er
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
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