On January 19th, Rhonda DuPont, a wonderful woman that I grew up with, was brutally murdered by her own son, Ryan, in a psychotic rage, as the paranoid schizophrenia he suffers finally claimed him for good.
Todd Gross, the affable Boston weatherman, didn’t invent the phrase, but he certainly coined it for popular use back in the fall of 1991, as three powerful weather fronts crashed as agents of true serendipity to create as he so succinctly described, “A Perfect Storm”, over the waters of the Georgia Banks to forever change the way we view causation and the sheer brutality of circumstance. The movie, of the same name, detailing the drama of a small Glouster fishing boat’s tragic contribution to that moment in meteorological history, drove that moniker Continue reading
I have absolutely nothing to add to this. Enjoy this moment in political history.
In 1960, no one knew that Jack Kennedy would someday be seen as John F. Kennedy. They knew he was charismatic and capable as a politician, but that’s all they knew. They, who were there at the time, now know better Continue reading
I got this spam email today from one of my GOP loving pals. It was kind of nostalgic in how it shilled the 2004 GOP talking points as if the last few years had never happened. I don’t believe that anyone actually still agrees with this laundry list of assertions, but I felt like putting them all into 2008 perspective. Sort of a “let’s look at where we are now” kind of thing. Continue reading
So, I actually took a few days off from the political stuff to delve into my other hobby. Playing music in nightclubs. I love that part of my life, and I’m glad I didn’t “grow out of it”, making it something I miss. I still get to jump up there and make way too much noise for small money and tips.
It’s good to be back at my keyboard though. It seems like there’s been some noise being made out on the DNC campaign trail while I was busy. Something about a fire and brimstone preacher pissing off the white folks Continue reading
It’s been a hell of a couple weeks for lies and the liars that tell those lies. With all the veiled and not-so-veiled lies about Barack Obama’s fitness for the presidency, to the man’s choice of gods to focus his devotion to, to who approved what for whose surrogate to toss out into the sewer of public discourse, to ex-NY Governor Eliot Spitzer and his lies to the woman he married, one might begin to get the impression that the Democratic Party couldn’t get its moral compass to center on true north if the future of mankind depended on it.
Which it just might.
I’ve even gotten sucked up into the vortex of it all, as it’s swirled and spun around me. The pull is strong, and I’m as much a sucker for controversy as anyone. In fact, I tend to get even more emotionally involved in it all that some. I don’t know. Maybe I need yet another hobby in my life?
Today, however, I woke up and had a quiet moment Continue reading