I don’t recognize the country I left eight years ago. I don’t recognize my home. When I left, I never feared being shot over a parking spot or of my life ending in a pool of bloody popcorn kernels while watching a blockbuster onscreen. I didn’t have nightmares of my children being gunned down at school,…
Tag: politics
A Day in my Head
Sometimes it’s like bumper cars in my head. Like a fart, those random thoughts are usually better out than in. People seem to be confusing the phrase ‘politically correct’ with the word ‘humanity’ and sometimes ‘intelligent’. Politically correct is using the phrase African-American or black instead of a racial epithet like coon. Or not saying retarded….
Hey, Just Telling It Like It Is
Telling it like it is, the more crass the better, seems to be all the rage. Maybe us left-leaning folks are too politically correct. Too much siting-round-and-singing-Kumbayah-on-an-acoustic-guitar and not enough punch-’em-in-the-throat. Perhaps us wussy left-wingers are too let’s-find-a-way-to-get-along and not enough burn-the motherfucker-down. Gosh darn-it, us softie libruls try too darn hard not to step on anyone’s feelings by calling ’em like…
Anatomy of a Wasted Day
6:45 a.m. Wake and slog through morning routine. Resist urge to read news while children are eating breakfast. Promise self a half-hour to do so upon return home when inevitable angst and rage will not affect children. Keep promise! Pat one’s self on the back. 9:10 a.m. Relish idea of well-earned, self-imposed half-hour of news and social media….
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 