The results are in for Russia’s recent presidential election; Seven are dead, 4,444 are wounded, and two million have been jailed. Democracy is alive and well in the old Soviet Union.
It is time we give President Trump some credit. He does fire members of the White House staff rapidly, but at least he doesn’t send them to the firing squad.
A bunch of teenagers vs. the National Rifle Association. That sounds like a fair fight, but keep in mind, the NRA is undefeated and untied.
Keep it simple stupid (KISS). I am not a very good kisser. My mind is challenged to process simple.
“A man has too many enemies than that he can afford to be his own foe.” Ralph Waldo sure could turn a phrase.
Before you can be a real writer, you have to go out and have your heart broken a couple times. Who the fuck wants to be a writer?
“Who is the nervous spirit of this world that must go over and over what it already knows?” asks Michel de Montaigne. Me, that’s who!
A high school student from Parkland Florida said, “I am part of the gun shooting generation.” That is sad no matter which side of the gun you are on.
The ocean is where I belong and where I will end up. Fo sho baby, fo sho.
It turns out my old high school buddy Keith Schiller was quite the “wingman” for the President of the United States. Hey, I am only going on what those two women, who were paid to shut their mouths, (not at all times) stated on national television.
“The Bright Hour” by Nina Riggs is the best book about both living and dying I have ever read. Riggs’ connection with Ralph Waldo Emerson was beautifully interwoven in her story.
Take a close-up look at Joel Osteen. More and more, he is taking on an undeniable physical resemblance to the Devil. (Don’t worry about how I know what the Angel of Darkness looks like.)
Tiger Woods is back. From the bottom, to the top of the world, back to the bottom, now, fighting to claw his way back up the ladder. God puts some people on this earth to keep proving the mob wrong.
I am getting my five minutes of fame. Every once in a while I get a call from a friend saying they just saw me on CNN. My next move is to get my own show.
Bobby Axelrod returned last night for another season of “Billions.” We left off with our hero jammed up. There is no way they can keep ole Bobby down for long.
He is a clear and present danger, who poses a threat to democracy. He is a criminal president. Calm down. I am talking about President Vladimir Putin.
Mr. Trump appeared very ornery while signing into law the new $1.3 trillion-dollar spending plan. The right side of the room is very upset at the president for caving into the idea of more government. Histrionics aside, inwardly he is laughting at the same taxpayers who applaud this plan.
“Putin is a pimp. He could have never outfought Hillary. But I didn’t know until this day that it was Stormzini all along.” President Trump does a vey good Don Corleone imitation.
Everybody thinks it is funny until it is about them. We ALL need to lighten up.
“Little minds have no worries. Big minds have no time for worries, “Socrates professed. I must have a medium mind.
Two women agree they had consensual sex with Trump over 10 years ago. That’s it, that’s all. I don’t care whose side you are on, the media is just as unprofessional (unpresidential) as the guy they hate so much.
I doubt “Stormy” is going to be elected pinup girl for the “Me Too” movement. Sorry ladies, even you guys can’t have it both ways. Sorry again ladies, but Ms. Daniels is good material.
Oh Stormy, Bring back those sunny days.
“What is meant to happen always does.” Best line of the night from the season premier of “Billions.”
I don’t fully understand why the celebration date of Christ’s resurrection is moved around. I do understand that in 2018, Easter and April Fools’ Day are one and the same.
“If you don’t change direction, you may end up where you are heading.”– Lao Tzu. Mr. Lao didn’t specify if that is good thing or a bad one.
“Why so many questions all of a sudden, Rich?” my father asked sipping his Blue Moon. I study others to better understand myself, especially you, Dad.
Ask yourself a question: when was the last time you started a sentence with, “You know what I was wrong about?” As I suspected, you can’t remember.
Don’t mistake my silence for deficiency. It’s known as the “calm before the storm.”
Sleeping with porn stars in the marriage bed, interns under the desk in the oval office, tag teaming movie stars with your brother. And they try to tell me one President is different from the next.
In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take. Actually, when I think about that, it is not regrettable, it is sad.
In my best moments I can be Hector. But now as in my past those moments are fleeting, and I long to to be Achilles.
