Conspiracy aficionados hell bent on describing how the world will turn, referencing pyramids and eyeballs on dollar bills, secret hand signals flashed by Hollywood elites, the number 33 appearing in subliminal messages in TV commercials, and panty waste political hacks stumbling around in the dark at Bohemian Grove spooking each other into group hugs, have forgotten the most basic power tool of the childish…Continue
Tonight, a mere few hours away, the USA will begin its final descent into a forgotten time.
Most will think they are just listening to the debate of the day, the battle cry for a border wall or a steel fence, presented as a necessary ploy to keep us safe. We'll be told our best interests are at heart in a "Father Knows Best" fashion.
Some will feel safer, failing to understand what being on the inside of a border wall means.
They won't hear the rest of…Continue
In the late summer of 1981 my young wife and I went to pick the invasive non-native Himalayan Blackberry on the banks of a slough across from the air base in NE Portland. We arrived with a couple of pails, anticipating the days of vanilla ice cream and these sweet morsels to follow.
George H.W. Bush was slated…Continue
We had a rooster. It was white.
Most of my background is white except for my first job working with grandma in the Salvation Army Store on Union Avenue. I hung clothes and pushed a broom across the wooden plank floors.
I was paid in comic books,…Continue