FOX wants to rewrite history and convince the masses that 2+2=5. THIS is how you go from a functioning democracy, to turning in: parents for CrimeThought, friends for the color of their skin - or neighbors for their religion.
An anniversary - wrapped up in a Sufi enigma and saturated in sour cynical sprinkles. I can indeed confirm they are burning cousin and the blisters are none too enjoyable either.
Happy Monday! Wait, is it Monday? It was a weekend, wasn't it? Anyway. I am sure it is a day. Another day. Another day filled with happy thoughts. Enjoy!
The tale of a desperate, pathetic narcissist who was never told "no" as a boy. Aesop, the Grimm brothers and a family favorite - H.C. Andersen - had some suggestions on how this may end.
Part 1 of why you shouldn't create monsters you can't control. This relationship needs a good psychologist - or at least someone that can play one on YouTube. Part 2 tomorrow!
My apologies to the purists, but I doubt THIS monster is going to silently drift away into the abyss. So adaptation it is. Only time will tell if this dysfunctional couple makes a part 3.
My dramatic narrative poetry is influenced by Frost's concepts as a writer - but I absolutely hate his poems. I blame my supercilious Literature professors - so I damn them to eternally debate these layers with Frost himself.
Sometimes I miss the unpredictable joy of open auditions. Actors can be so cute - they remind me of cuddly fuzzy squirrels. As in - foaming at the mouth, vicious creatures that also carry the plague. No offense.
Nothing should make you regret your life choices more than the thought of being stuck for eternity with other people like yourself. My take on Sartre's "No Exit".
I set sail ... with the stormy heavens crushing the sea, and my heart twisted with dying. (J. P. Donleavy - The Ginger Man)
In my misery of two years of acting classes, the only thing I loathed more than improv - was Shakespeare. To be clear, not him nor the words - the acting. Yes, I messed with the meter to make a couplet of those lines. He can sue me.
Here was an animated carpet-sweeper, dishwasher, furniture-polisher, general factotum, rising from the factory table - and offering his services as consoler and confidant. (Isaac Asimov - Satisfaction Guaranteed)
The Sheeplicans are eager to help Napoleon take over the farm - but do not understand that they are off to slaughter once they are no longer of any use to him. Remember the ending? "Four legs good, two legs better!"
Find ALL the layers - you get a cookie. If I wanted to go "there", I can. I mastered dark, depressing stream-of-consciousness writing. In a journal for over 12 years. TY BLS! HBM? Rainbows, flowers and bunnies.
I suspect this will NOT age well. I was raised on sports, starting at age 5, and played on varsity teams into college. As long ago as it was, my sense of seasons aligned with the sports calendar. Until now.
Funny thing about that comma in Article II, Section 1? The oath "and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States" is NOT limited to your term of office.
I have no idea how or why I recalled the "commander-in-chief of all the powers of the air" line from so long ago - but here we are. My deepest apologies to Washington Irving. And America.
I think my limited supply of cares for our planet full of people is nearing empty.
I would never waste a wish on something stupid like "world peace". The outside world I can turn off and ignore. I would wish for peace inside my head.
Channeling my inner "New Yorker" cartoonist. I'm usually too wordy. "Letters are symbols. They are building blocks of words ..." - and so on. A day late. Was busy writing a new blog to explain why I failed as a composer.