It was so hot things mummified instead of decaying. The brittle skeletons of former…Continue
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There are some I’ve come across who think that Israel should not exist at all. I’m not going to justify Israel’s existence here. Instead, I’m going to assume for the sake of this post that these people are right and that Israel should not exist.
I’ll go a step further. Normally, I’d ask how anyone intends to eliminate Israel and reverse the alleged injustice of its creation, but here I’ll treat that as a given and posit that it is within your power to declare the existence of…
may God uphold thee, we lay our future in thy hand.
United; free for liberty. Together we'll always stand.
I start out here on the first few line of our National Anthem, because Uganda started out on these lines.
SOMERVILLE, Mass. This densely-populated near suburb of Boston is known as the Rebuilt Engine Capital of the World, in much the same way that Rome is the City of Fountains and Paris is the City of Lights. Still, the glamour that comes with that renown is meaningless to the young boys who roam its crowded streets after school, desperately looking for something to take their minds off homework assignments.
“It ain’t easy,” says Earl “Chick” LeGrand, who had a few…Continue
Sweetie, believe me, we’re all getting sick
of reading about your boyfriend’s dick.
I’m sure the thing can spring to glory
but must you include it in every story?
If your intent is to shock and awe
by revealing the thing that he likes to paw,
frankly, my dear, I find it a bore.
I’ve seen its like many times before
each morn as I stroll through the locker room-
hence my air of cranky gloom.
Take the word of this poor…Continue
At the end of a long, hard, painful day, looking and feeling much older than my 50 years, I stopped in the west end CVS for a few items last night. I'm hoping I don't run into anyone I know as I have just enough pride left in my world to rarely venture out in public like that; greasy hair, work-dirty smelly old T-shirt, in ratty sweat pants and without any attempt to be even slightly presentable.
I'm looking for my…
Saturday morning: my usual routine–swim, town dump, dry cleaner, coffee–is brightened today by festivities on the lovely greensward that graces the center of our town, like so many others in New England. I don’t mean our greensward travels around to other towns, they have their own; ours stays right where it is.
“*sniff* I just love the smell of old money!”
The occasion? The annual antique car show, organized by the old codgers who only leave…Continue
One of my clients emailed me – she was upset – her cat is dying and she can’t stand to see him suffer – she’s taking him to the vet to have him put to sleep.
I know she has no family members who could go with her, so I volunteered. She accepted.
I met her at the vet’s office.
Her cat hadn’t eaten in 3 days. He was weak. He’d had many medical…Continue
WASHINGTON, D.C. Responding to criticism from elite institutions of higher learning, U.S. News & World Report today announced that it would include female leg and armpit hair as a factor in its annual ranking of the best American colleges.
“We have been rightfully chastised for focusing on trivial measures such as the number of books in a school’s library and student-faculty ratio,” said Robert Flanigan, managing editor of the newsweekly that has turned its…Continue
The job Brayfield intended for Clarity was one of easy supervision. She was in charge of monitoring the Bellagio fountain jets, ensuring the pattern shown to onlookers matched a pre-planned sequence that was programmed into the pumps, strainers, electrical panels, and filters by Evans´ domotic program, leased by the Bellagio from the Center, whose complete name was the Central Underground Infostation Center for Symbolic Affairs of Strategic Importance. She turned on her…Continue
Franz Kafka, author of The Metamorphosis, was also a lawyer.
One morning when the cockroach woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin—a lawyer. He lay on his pajama-clad back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see that his belly, formerly brown and domed and divided by arches into stiff sections, was now flabby and white, like the underbelly of a trout. The bedding was hardly able to cover it, and…Continue