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I who am I? Born at the pinnacle of American prosperity to parents raised during the last great depression. I was the youngest child of the youngest children born almost between the generations and that in fact clouds and obscures who it is that I am really.
Given a front row seat for the generation of the 1960's I lived in Chicago in 1960. My father was a Democratic precinct captain, my mother an election judge. His father had been a Union organizer and had been beaten and jailed for his efforts. His first time in jail was for punching a Ku Klux Klansman during a parade in the 1930's. I never felt as if I was raised in a family of activists but seeing it print makes me think, yes. That is a part of who I am.
We find ourselves today living in a world treed by the hounds of madness, a complicit media covering contrite parties. Multilevel media, giving more access to communication yet stunting actual communication. More noise, less voice, more sound less music, more law less justice, more medicine less life.
SHARE Thursday, June 25, 2020 Shattered
When you try and foist the idea that you are somehow perfect or smarter than the average bear and it blows up in your face. Then it has to be someone's fault. When the five-year plan is four years behind schedule and the collective farms have failed it has to be someone's fault.
SHARE Saturday, June 20, 2020 Typhoid Mary Meet Covid Donny
Despite lawsuits and threats of lawsuits, the Cheeto's poll numbers continue to slide. Even his base is saying to knock it off with the tweets. But he can't help himself he's anxious to get back out on the road to those hot crowded areas filled with excited white faces in the over sixty-five high risk groups.
SHARE Sunday, June 14, 2020 They Profiled Me Just Because I was a Criminal
But the current incarnation the Cheeto bandito and Bill "Stealing for Jesus" Barr are funny only in a cannibals eating a clown sort of way. "Does this taste funny to you?" John Gotti's stand up routine, Al Capone in floppy shoes you know the lighter side of the Third Reich.
SHARE Saturday, June 13, 2020 Don't Hate Me Because I'm Orange
In the face of Black Lives Matter. In the wake of the police murder of George Floyd. In the aftermath of worldwide condemnation of Police brutality this is what the President cooks up in that little one burner stove he calls a mind. "He's got a scanner in his hand he's trying to hack the police radio codes!"
(1 comments) SHARE Wednesday, June 10, 2020 The Trump Memorial
Then he created the Trump Memorial, one point seven miles of fencing to prevent his eyes from seeing the truth laid bare before him. "I'll make it all go away with fences and cops! I'll dominate Lafayette Park!" Living in an ersatz America at the intersection of White Privilege Avenue and Beatdown Boulevard. "It's not fair!" He cries. "The Russia investigation and impeachment with his favorite "Witch hunt" sound bite
(2 comments) SHARE Friday, June 5, 2020 The President of Law and Order
You know what makes America great? The orange one tries to play Dirty Harry and threaten the American people and the numbers in the streets only double. I'd wager that the more he opens his mouth or does cartwheels on the White House lawn the larger the crowds will get.
(6 comments) SHARE Thursday, June 4, 2020 The Real Terror
So, Donald Trump has finally shut up. You would think it to be a moment of worldwide rejoicing, but it is not so. After hiding out in the White House basement bunker with his Richie Rich doll and Binky his orange plush bear Donald Trump became mute. The White House announced Sunday the President would not be making any statements.
SHARE Thursday, May 28, 2020 A Hobo Child
He said when FDR said, "this generation has a rendezvous with destiny," he knew what that meant, and he knew it was directed at him. But he'd landed a job as an apprentice draftsman. He was learning a trade and the job was draft deferred they were building machine tools for the B-26 bomber.
SHARE Saturday, May 23, 2020 The Question
Revolving door at the White House meets revolving door at the publishing house. An endless chain of paper pulp all saying the same thing, "Donald Trump is a crook, Donald Trump is incompetent." Until the story becomes a dead horse. But we don't have to take their word for it the Cheeto's incompetence is on full display. Anyone had their bleach inoculation yet?
SHARE Tuesday, May 19, 2020 Pay Me Now or Pay Me Later
The House passed a three trillion-dollar stimulus package which Senate Republicans proclaim as dead on arrival. This is the bill to bailout state and local governments not because you want to but because you must. Who votes against themselves? What comes from this? This Kamikaze Republican plan to starve Main Street.
(2 comments) SHARE Wednesday, May 13, 2020 Gone to Bye Bye Land
They are partying down at the Fuhrer bunker as the last days approach. The markets rose on the employment numbers because they were not as bad as expected. How much worse could they be? How bad must they be to snap the market out of its stupor?
(1 comments) SHARE Monday, May 11, 2020 Three Days from Revolution
A Facebook Meme asked, do you like surprises? An obviously loaded question but I went to my mailbox the other day and got a surprise. A surprise letter in a plain white envelope and the return address said, Department of the Treasury Internal Revenue Service.
SHARE Friday, May 8, 2020 The Incredible Shrinking Orange Fuhrer
We are in hybrid times somewhere between 1984 and "Triumph of the Will." A bad acid trip through the looking glass so terrible you begin to understand the reason for carpet bombing Germany. But ours is unique, a spaghetti western Fascist utopia where things don't fit quite right.
(3 comments) SHARE Friday, April 24, 2020 That Little Country Church
It was a weird amalgamation protesting in the streets. Rednecks, militia types, anti-vaxers, Bible thumpers, new world order conspiracy theorists and a general assortment of low intelligence Fox News voters. Simultaneously discovering the unfairness of their quarantine grabbing up their rifles and bullet proof vests and headed for downtown.
(1 comments) SHARE Wednesday, April 22, 2020 "Local Boobs Challenge Virus to Gunfight!"
The disease has a ten-day gestation period and some of you protestors are going to come to town like you did today. You are going to stop at the gas station and fuel up and maybe pick up a six pack and some smokes. Then you're going to drive home put the AR-15 over the mantle and infect your entire family.
SHARE Sunday, April 19, 2020 Why Do They Call it a Stimulus?
Houston, I be gots a question. Why do they call it a stimulus if I have to pay bills with it? Are the little boats on the sides of cruise ship stimulus boats? I'm stimulated to write checks? Sounds more stimulating to my creditors than to me, but I am grateful for it and don't wish to sound unappreciative.
SHARE Friday, April 17, 2020 You Shall Have No Other Cheeto's Before Me!
Okay, it should be clear for all to see. In a sane country it would be obvious, in a sane country. The cheese has slipped from the cracker and hit the floor. The cracker itself has crumbled to dust and splinters and followed the laws of gravity. The orange ape is enraged and thrashing about his cage.
SHARE Monday, April 13, 2020 Skeleton Life
How's everyone doing? I'm much better, I'm not talking to myself anymore. Not until I get an apology anyway. Despite all my rage" Four walls, one couch, one fluffy ambivalent house cat. Daily phone calls and emails. I work in outside sales and since that involves meeting people, here I sit.
(1 comments) SHARE Saturday, April 11, 2020 Through the Worm Hole
Whenever I get depressed about the state of the world, I turn on Wall Street TV. The death toll from the coronavirus passes ten thousand, and Wall Street soars. Oh, boy! It's not as bad as it could be! It's gonna be alright. We can all go back to work and everything going to be just like it was!
SHARE Thursday, April 9, 2020 Now, I'm Not a Doctor
It was flailing, something to make headlines. Something good on the six o'clock news. "Our wonder weapons are smashing their cities!" A distraction, something to change the subject, oblivious that people were dying for the purpose of creating a better newscast.