The ugly turn politics has taken in recent years in the U.S. is disheartening for most, but while most people just think of it as “crazy,” if you dig a little deeper, you will see a method to the madness. And that method is seriously intended to bring about the End of Days.
Alright, fun’s been had. Food was eaten. Gifts were exchanged. Booze was drunk and weed was smoked. A new year is dawning, and now we need to get down to brass tacks. This is a warning and a call to action. (No, seriously.)
I’m sure you’re sick of this topic, too, but I am gonna prattle on anyway. As someone who has lived in (as in ‘been in the system of,’ not just visited) two other countries besides the United States, I wanted to share some stories about my experiences in health care.
Anyone who follows this blog (and I think, perhaps, there are two of you?) knows that my life is a bit… well, let’s be honest: Unhinged. I left my home country, I move a lot, and I write about a lot of weird things that may or may not be true. Well, I’ve been hitting the Chianti tonight…
This is what this blog is for. I recall, when I started it, I promised I would explain the ever-puzzling ‘Meaning o’ Life.’ And I did that at some point, way back when… you’ll just have to dig around in the back stacks for it. For now, here is some more Truth (as defined by me, so… yeah, take that with a grain of salt or a shot of whiskey).
An article that examines the dark side of eating healthy… and then the dark side of human existence… and then ends on a happy note, albeit a very selfish one. But selfishness is at the core of human existence. Want to know why?
A brief pitch for my dark Star Wars Story prequel: “Skywalker Ranch.” The story of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru, and how they burned two migrant farmhands to a crisp to fake their own deaths.
Hello, to any who may read this. Thanks for dropping by. I just wanted to state for the record that while my blathering does contain an element of truth, I take a lot of creative license for fun. In short, I am full of shit.
When my family lived in a small neighborhood outside Langley, Virginia, I didn’t think it was odd that we never saw a police patrol car, or that our ice cream man wore a pistol under his white coat. [This is a long one. If you click this, settle in.]
Today, someone asked me, “What was the first movie you ever saw in a movie theater?” And long story short, that simple question gave me so much to think about, it brought me back to this blog to ramble once more. I’m old, and so by right of living as long as I have, I get to bitch about how things used to be. This will be one of those times.
