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Month: July, 2016


A desert is how my writing mind feels all day when I either don’t have the opportunity to write, or am struggling to free myself from the quicksand of procrastination. At night, when I’m struggling to stay awake to watch The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, writing thoughts attack my mind like Donald Trump attacks sanity.



I know what false means. I think we all know what it means. Here’s a big example of it’s meaning. Bears. That’s right. I said it. Merchandisers and the like try to paint bears with a brush flooded with rainbow colors when the fact is that bears would just as well rip off your face, disembowel you, and lick up your viscera as they would shit in the woods. I pray that they, gorillas, ants, spiders, snakes, bees, and wasps never take over the earth while I’m still living on it.

A Gun Equals Lost Lives

While America continues to swim in the 2nd Amendment, twelve cops got shot – five died – because of gun violence precipitated by two Black men being murdered by cops who decided that shooting them was better than dealing with them like they would White men on traffic stops.


The smart people of America wonder how Donald Trump became the presumptive Republican nominee for President of the USA. That’s easy. The silent majority has existed since Dwight D. Eisenhower. It supported Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan. It got loud after Bill Clinton made the country better for people of color than the silent majority wanted. How dare Black people succeed. Now the silent majority is screaming that only Donald Trump can “make America great again” by making sure that the National Rifle Association supporters, and those who irrationally fear people of color, continue the march back into the 1950’s. Broadcasters and authors like Bill O’Reilly, Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, and Ann Coulter have spent their entire lives ushering the silent majority into the 21st Century. People like them encourage the silent majority to bring their assault weapons, and their racist philosophies with them all.


Micha Xavier Johnson was a Black man with an exemplary record as a former serviceman and American citizen who murdered five White-American peace officers. His deepest desire was to kill White people. There was no reason to suspect him for any wrongdoing. He wasn’t a known terrorist. He took the coward’s way out. With him he took Rambo-like levels or guns with him to coward’s hell. The 2nd Amendment River will take him straight there.

A Lie Is A Life

I have to say that I love fireworks. That being said, I have to say that I don’t love the two elements of that single word, “Fire” and “Works”. Fire can keep you warm, and help you cook food. Fire, however, can also peel off your skin, and also poison the air around you and asphyxiate you. Work? I’ve done it most of my adult life, and I can’t think of a single job I ever really liked.


I mean absolutely no disrespect to my disabled Americans, but Donald Trump is like blind people at a fireworks show. The pretty colors virtually don’t exist, but there’s enough explosiveness to make a dung beetle puke.


Listen, politicians, defense lawyers, and every television personality at Fox News lies, but when we need liars to save our own skins they become virtual demigods. Ask OJ? Hell, ask any Trump supporter that isn’t already voting from an insane asylum.


Does Hillary lie? Absolutely. Is Bill Clinton doing everything in his power to sabotage Hillary’s presidential dreams? That’s as clear as the film that covers a crocodile’s eyes when they’re underwater. Hell, I’ve called off sick from work because I wanted to spend the day masturbating to soft-core porn.


Emails? Really? It sounds like grandma’ just can’t figure out how email works. That’s a far cry from building walls, imagined or otherwise, to keep immigrants out of America. I’m sure FBI Director James Comey will get a 1000-page fireworks book out of this.

An Old Person Is A Weird Person

I like to think that I’m getting older. I am, but so is a newborn baby. I’m way past getting older. I’m outright getting OLD, and, short of death, there’s nothing I can do about it. Here are some signs that I’m plainly and simply getting old.


I’ve been a fan of the TV show “Law and Order” for nearly its entire 100-year run. I tailed away in later years, so I’ve seen the latter episodes fewer times. That means that it’s less likely that I know the outcome. Even so, I find that I watch only the “law” part, and wait until nearly the end to view the outcome. I’m tired.


I judge my bowel movements. I use the two thumbs up system. The ratings utilize degrees of weak, medium, and strong. The more thumbs ups, the better, and more satisfying, and more voluminous the shit. Liquid shits get judged as well. They start with an automatic two thumbs up. My record is four medium thumbs ups.


I’m careful about blessing my food before I eat it, but not careful enough to remember to do it before I dig my incisors into the first bite every time. Once I realize that I’ve bitten before blessing, I stop. I speak my blessing, and then count the word “hold” 64 times in my mind, just in case God didn’t hear me.


I guess what I’m saying is that getting old is not just a bitch. Sometimes, it’s just kind of weird.