If you know me, you know that I love Leonard Cohen. Sadly, he died on my birthday back in 2016. And today I must take issue with one of his songs.
I had an interesting conversation. It started out mundane, as most interesting conversations do. I mean, you can’t just jump right to the interesting stuff, you’ve got to go through the introductions before you get to the foreplay that leads to a ripping good conversation. For the purpose of this post, and as a courtesy to your time, I will cut right to the sex. That is, the interesting bits of the conversation.
I recently got into a… discussion with a friend of mine on a certain social media app. I thought it was interesting, simply because even though she and I have essentially the same views, we can disagree on the fundamentals. I have copied and pasted the chat here. See what you think. Comments welcome.
On this blog, I like to poke fun at Mr. Mitch McConnell, Republican representative from the bizarro state of Kentucky. Tonight, however, I want to write a letter to Mr. McConnell to let him know that his life is no joke. It’s not funny. And when his body dies, he will learn just how horrible his life has been.
Another excerpt from The Spaces Between, an opus like no other… because I haven’t written any others. Don’t think of it as a literary work, think of it more as a hobby of mine that I am inflicting upon you. When we last left Ted, he was at the infamous Nellis Air Force Base, AKA “Area 51.” And… he’s still there, but getting more involved.
I used to have a laundry list of fix-alls to try to restore the United States to its intended glory, but now I think that the simplest solution is the best place to start. Read on to learn what that is…
I often can’t sleep because of things like this. Thoughts run through my head, or I get a song stuck in there. Not even a whole song, just one fragmented lyric that just runs on a loop. Sometimes, I can’t stop thinking about conversations I had years ago. This is one of those times.