So cute watching him up there on that stage, expounding on the miraculous success’ he has enjoyed since becoming the 45th of that once, and future, United States of America. And then a chuckle is heard throughout the crowd of world leaders at that gathering of those nations that sat before him, yes folks, laughter. Haha, literally, and a rumbling of more as discomfort grew … Continue reading Za Dudes Naked
Probably an old wives tale, but maybe it’s the granular element of truth that rings through, or of irony, one or the other, but I am reminded of that to live through interesting times is suppose to be a Chinese curse. Either or, the last number of days, weeks, who am I kidding, years now I guess, since the dry dignified commentary of an average … Continue reading Of Past And Future Tawdry Teenage Tales And The Train Wreck That Is Kavanaugh
Come bounding down the stairs at work this afternoon, bursting with it, big smile on my face, so blawdy happy the one other American born co-worker was there to tell. Yeah, so the whole not watching any vids after work didn’t go so well. I couldn’t help it, seriously. I mean, Manafort, cooperating “fully and truthfully” with Mueller, in a completely open-ended agreement, to testify, … Continue reading The Hill Is Alive With The Sound Of Him Singing
“Oh dear, a reluctant guest.” My sister would have been maybe 4 years old, give or take, we were on our way to our Great Aunts for Easter, so up their winding drive we drove, over the horse grates, someone had put in years before. All dressed up, the four of us, and mom had just rung the doorbell, and the white double doors swung … Continue reading Alibaba And The Crazy White Man With The Backward Machine
The Station this morn came to mind, maybe more so as today marks 9/11, and the last time I spoke to mom was some days after, all we spoke about was that, and 6 weeks or so later she was gone, it’s been 17 years. I wished I’d said other things, but, there you go, ya never know. That Station, originally I saw it when … Continue reading But Who Is Driving The Train?
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?
I grew up fed on old stories of my Dad’s ancestors, of fireballs at a crossroads, and once he told me I would have done well as an Evangelical preacher on the circuit, as I have a particular tendency, I guess, to go all preachy. Just last night the word my girlfriend used was swamy, so it must be somewhere in my blood, some preacher. … Continue reading Oh, That Mythical American Me
Back in the long ago, helium sphere days, when I was still married, and we were watching our best friend have his first bipolar breakdowns, one after the other for 3 years, with all the initial chaos, horror, disbelief, and being thrown head first into this whirl of madness. I remember the moment he appeared at our door, it was just Genevieve and myself, as … Continue reading The Madness Of The 45th
So, my question is, why now? Why speak up now? Some pundits have speculated it’s to do with McCain’s funeral over the weekend, and maybe something in the words, the images, the memory of a man unafraid to speak up for what he believed, inspired them. I too felt that way, watching those who spoke, tributes, and grand words, such as patriot, hero, courage, again … Continue reading Amoral Muppets Make Martyrs Matter More
“guilt spills itself for fear of being caught” Shakespeare Ok, so, would appear as though the hens are running that white-pillared mansion down yonder south, as the Rooster’s gone loco, gone, em, er more loco. Sounds like his aides have become daycare workers, wrestling the toddler from sticking a fork in the electrical outlets, and maybe not start-off world war III due to his complete … Continue reading Who’s Behind The Curtain In Crazytown?
Back in the hedonistic 3 or so years I spent towards the end of a decade of wallowing in self-pity, at the Lake, a lovely cottage garden at my disposal to play with, a place, a scene, a rural route out of my imagination, surrounded by forests and those, such as myself, who shy away from the bulk and bustle of other humans, finding them, … Continue reading And Your Home Is Your Fortress, Your Garden The Moat, And Your Tongue The Drawbridge
Apparently to be a biker chick one needs a bicycle pump, so off to a friend to see if he could hook me up. Well, that and tell me what sort of brakes to buy for Red as both of them are shot, and as much fun as it sounds helplessly flailing down a hill onto a busy road, decided I preferred all my body … Continue reading A Week Of Red Sky’s And Anonymity
At one time I had a bit of an obsession, but haven’t partaken in some time, er, well I do still poke my head in once in a while when I find some website that may have new info, but otherwise for the last couple years genealogy has been somewhat off the radar. Would spend hours untangling, searching, hitting brick walls, leaping over them, eventually, … Continue reading He, We, His Ancestry, And A Soldier Dies
by PaulaB 