Another week down and it’s Thursday again. With events in the Middle East heating up and as a nod to my previous post about Israeli TV, I thought I would do a throwback post to how Israel fucked up my plans for some primo liberty back in England in 1982. This post is from January… Continue reading Throwback Thursday How Ariel Sharon touched my life.
Category: Its all about me-My life.
40 years come and gone.
Today is May the 12th, a double anniversary for me. First, it is Mother’s Day and thus a poignant reminder to me that my mother has been gone for almost 11 years now. When she was with us, I was not near the son I could have or should have been to her. The life… Continue reading 40 years come and gone.
New Years Eve
Tomorrow I will have a philosophical New Year’s post. In three hours my 2018 will end and it will be 2019, the 20th anniversary of when a worthless piece of shit tried to abuse his medical license to interfere in my life. It is also the beginning of a year when life can return to… Continue reading New Years Eve
A day of hope eludes us.
Merry Christmas everyone. Christmas time is my favorite time of year. I love the period from Friday after Thanksgiving through the day after New Years. I especially love the lead up to Christmas in the 10 days or so between the 10th and 21st. Christmas TV shows and Christmas movies. ( Yes Die Hard is… Continue reading A day of hope eludes us.
While Mr. Madison weeps
Like a lot of Americans, I had the misfortune to watch the travesty that was the hearings on Brett fucking Kavanaugh last week. I really wasn’t inclined to watch them, rather I was more of a mind to wait till I read the transcripts afterward. But the S.O., surprisingly, wanted to watch them – from… Continue reading While Mr. Madison weeps
Flat Lining
Greetings from Mike Pence’s hometown, Columbus Indiana. It’s been over 30 years since I was last in Indiana. It’s clear I have not really missed anything. I was here in 1986 in Indianapolis for the Indianapolis Air Show. Had a very entertaining evening afterward at the Adams Mark Hotel. It’s 32 years later and I… Continue reading Flat Lining
Only I get to cross those lines.
Today its one day later. The usual suspects have come out of hiding, to trot out the same old lame excuses as to why nothing can be done. But never, did I think the purveyors of them would try to lay them on the S.O.’s doorstep. Yet, in yet one more tribute to how low… Continue reading Only I get to cross those lines.
Whirlwind
It’s been a busy couple of weeks. The Friday after Labor Day, I boarded a plane for California, Los Angeles to be specific to do work out on the west coast for a week. I left early because I wanted time to adjust to the time change and also to take the opportunity to revisit… Continue reading Whirlwind
Drafted back into service
And like a moth to the flame, with Trump proving every day that he was far worse than anyone could have ever imagined, I’ve decided to heed Victor Lazlo’s advice: The last six months have been so utterly crazy, and there are just too many things to say that I resolved to myself that I… Continue reading Drafted back into service
And we are back. Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.
If ever there was a good two weeks to be disconnected from the world-I think the last two weeks might have been it. Portugal beat France. The whole Dallas mess. The FBI director and his press conference, and of course, the vulgar talking yam saying the normally stupid things he says. And of course there… Continue reading And we are back. Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.