Monthly Archives: September 2012
I turned fifty five today. It is incomprehensible how this came to pass. I still picture myself as the Pee Wee Herman version of Peter Pan, destined to defy gravity and bracing ball sack baths when taking effeminate, post-hip surgery … Continue reading
Although leery of dragging Hitler’s charred ghost into any prose not dedicated to bemoaning outrageous medical bills, I envision the Romney campaign becoming a less-doomed version of Adolph’s wedding party; the Fuhrer dripping with psychotic sweat hinted things were going … Continue reading
Clint mumbling to Empty Chair was certainly surprising — especially to the Romney campaign. It stretches Ryan-esque credibility believing Mitt was aware the octogenarian was basing his seedy tribute on an obscure excerpt from a Samuel Beckett skit. I’m fairly … Continue reading
I have been on a rather lengthy sabbatical. Health issues and a persistent bout of chronic malaise have dampened my connection to the ether tubes. But I will return shortly with an even more jaded view of Eden.