Far East Cynic

Writer’s Bloc

Not much posting. As E   @   L, points out, some of it is due to “too much time on Famebook.” But most of it is due to the fact, that while I have a lot of ideas, I have little desire to write them down. Maybe I am

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The wrong people are winning.

Well, now that really bad things are going on, it’s probably time for me to get back to work. I have a lot to say about a lot of things-but just can’t seem to either find the time or the volition to address them. But I just wanted to point

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Out and about

It’s been a month since I have posted. I have been busy. No excuse to be sure-but its the truth. During that time a lot has happened, much of it comment worthy-and if you are big reader like I am, you have probably read a lot of the commentary on

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When is a crime just a crime?

Its been a month since I have posted. I have been busy. No excuse to be sure-but its the truth. During that time a lot has happened, much of it comment worthy-and if you are big reader like I am, you have probably read a lot of the commentary on

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Instantly the captain ran forward

Now this same morning the Wicked Witch came to the door of her castle and looked out with her one eye that could see far off. She saw all her wolves lying dead, and the strangers still traveling through her country

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Just a walk in the park.

Well, not really. Rather, it is an early morning ride to the S-Bahn station, and then a hike up the non-running escalator to await the arrival of my ride to the main train station. Its traveling time again, and even though I had very little sleep last night, the thought

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With Clockwork Precision

A mass shooting happens in America every three to four months or so. Charleston, home of my beloved alma mater, took its turn in the barrel yesterday. CHARLESTON, S.C. — A white gunman opened fire Wednesday night at a historic black church in downtown Charleston, S.C., killing nine people before

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The road was smooth and well paved

So, the Lion being fully refreshed, and feeling quite himself again, they all started upon the journey, greatly enjoying the walk through the soft, fresh grass; and it was not long before they reached the road of yellow brick and turned again toward the Emerald City where the Great Oz dwelt.

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Loving it is easy when it is with you

I say, that the seven hundred and seventy-seventh part of a farthing is a good deal less than seven hundred and seventy-seven gold doubloons; and so I thought at the tim.

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Don’t I know the beginnings of the Chauffeurs?

Your dad is a common fellow, descended from a common fellow,” Granser retorted heatedly. “Don’t I know the beginnings of the Chauffeurs? Your grandsire was a chauffeur, a servant, and without education. He worked for other persons. But your grandmother was of good stock, only the children did not take after her. Don’t I remember when I first met them, catching fish at Lake Temescal?

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