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
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?
I’m away for 3 days, and nada, no new news did I see, not a headline, I was oblivious. However, come Tuesday, and wham-bam-thank-you mam, all in one day. So, I think I’ll sprinkle this post with a goodly amount of completely unrelated photos from my weekend away, a different cast of characters from my usual fare, to soften the whole blitzkrieg of news over … Continue reading Crooks, Caterpillars, And A Cast Of Characters Colluding
Each morn, usually up before the crack of dawn, whether I’m working or not, I sit here with my coffee and catch up on whatever political vids have been posted. Lately, or, well, if I’m honest, for weeks, more and more, it’s beginning to run together, with the same blather and speculation, the same tweets with different words, the same chaos but with different characters, … Continue reading Why Watching Sweat Roll Off His Brow Gives Me Pleasure
The day was 22 August 1485, and apparently King Richard the III was so thoroughly pummelled at the Battle of Bosworth Field that his body was riddled with wounds, stripped naked and taken to Leicester where it was put on public display and later hastily buried at some Friary. In this doc last night I learned it was all because of some society that sought … Continue reading The Car Park King, And Another Crooked Man
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