The New Mafia
Twelve years ago, the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on, Victoria , walked down the aisle to become my wife. Why she would do such a thing has caused the shaking of heads in bewilderment ever since, and probably always will. Her paternal grandparents, quite old, were too frail to make the 1,200 mile trip to our wedding, so not too long after we were married, we decided to make the trip...
Fool Me Twice...
'There's an old saying in Tennessee -- I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee -- that says, fool me once, shame on -- shame on you. Fool me -- you can't get fooled again. You've got to understand . . . ." ~ El Presidente Dubbya Bush, 9/17/02
Dear Ministry of Information,
Grammar and the Passive American
Modern English . . . is full of bad habits which spread by imitation and which can be avoided if one is willing to take the necessary trouble. If one gets rid of these habits one can think more clearly, and to think clearly is a necessary first step toward political regeneration. ~ George Orwell, Politics and the English Language
Federal Register Watch
What freedoms have you lost this week?
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Oh, the Drama!
Over the course of the past few months, discussing 'the news of the day' had become a frequent pastime for my mother and I. Being that we keep different hours, each of us generally had a tidbit or two of boob tube-imparted insight that the other had missed. Invariably, the primary topic of our 'daily news briefings' was always somehow related to Operation Iraqi Liberation (OIL) or The War...
Gods & Generals--and Memories
On Veteran's Day I slept in the Confederate trenches at Fredericksburg battlefield. As an old vet, I felt it was fitting. That night the autumn leaves rustled under my sleeping bag and I lay awake for a long time in the forest of hundred-year old trees, trying to make some sense of a senseless conflict.
Then as now, the night was cold, 26 degrees, and darkness came early, as it did so long ago...
Falling in Love...Again
Once you do, you can never go back to the past.
I liken it best to finally having been freed from a domineering shrew, and discovering the sweet intoxication of loving a woman to whom you wish to give your all, and who likewise, has an intensity and burning passion to give you all her treasures.
Flag in the Rain
Bored white corpuscles, the wife and I alternately crept and cruised the clogged arteries of Empire on our way to some godforsaken suburb to visit reactionary relatives in the rain.
The Social Engineering of the State
'Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country." ~Hermann Goring, President of the Reichstag, Nazi Party, and Luftwaffe Commander in Chief
Columnist at Work
Nine-thirty a.m., hunched over the computer in a friend's bachelor pit in Washington. Surrounded by dirty clothes like nesting material for a Norwegian rat. Cup of coffee you could degrease an engine block with. Stack of grocery-store tabloids: The National Enquirer, The Star, The World Weekly News. I'm preparing to mine the nether regions of the American zeitgeist as soon as I have a pulse.