I had no plans to write a post tonight. It's late, I've had a long day, and I am tired. Plus, this isn't a political blog. My power to influence anyone's opinion is null. But I can't sleep, and these are the words rattling around in my skull. Ever since Trump got elected four years... Continue Reading →
I have lost two friends over Trump. My cycling buddy was the first, whom I hardly had much in common with, other than hitting the trail. The other friend I've known for two-decades. Back in the 90s, long before Facebook, fans of niche pop culture met through e-mail lists, where we shared our passion for... Continue Reading →
Let me make this perfectly clear: Trump is the bad guy. He’s the villain we have to defeat. He’s the threat endangering America. Trump is a liar, a conman, a thief, a racist, a sex-offender, but worst of all, he's a dictator wannabe with fascist tendencies. If you are even considering voting for him, there... Continue Reading →
I try to steer clear of politics at Thanksgiving dinner, because I can get pretty passionate, and because my brother happens to be a Trump supporter. But when the subject turned to taxes, Bernie Sanders, and the evils of socialism, I had to chime in. What my brother fails to understand, as I think most... Continue Reading →
There is a poignant scene in the last episode of Hulu's The Handmaid's Tale, where a young girl asks, after escaping to Canada, "Is this where we can wear whatever we want?" As a naturist, this scene had a particularly powerful impact on me. What people are or are not allowed to wear cuts at the... Continue Reading →
This is something I originally wrote for Facebook, but I feel it's relevant to post here as well. Dear Friends and Family, I do not know whether anyone will care to read this, as I haven't been using Facebook lately for personal reasons, but my heart is heavily burdened by everything that is going on... Continue Reading →
If there's one area in which I can agree with the KKK, the white race is going the way of the dodo. According to Neo-Nazi "literature," white people are like glasses of milk. Add a drop of Hershey's syrup to the mix, and BAM! you've got yourself chocolate people. Now supposing we could be certain... Continue Reading →
I am angry. And I am sad. Every time we have a mass murder in this country, I feel obligated to do something, to help in some way, if only just to add my voice to the chorus for change. I am deeply troubled, not just by this senseless loss of life, but by the utter... Continue Reading →
Whoo-boy Rarely do words fail me like this, but after finishing George Orwell’s 1984, I am utterly at a loss for what to say. Nothing I can put into words, other than the words Orwell uses himself, can accurately describe the depth of despair, the hopelessness, the utter nihilism bound in this... Continue Reading →
"The Editor-in-Chief will see you now, Mr. Hovah." Jay straightened in his chair and got to his feet. He could feel the surge of excitement, tingling his extremities, energizing his limbs. Finally! The receptionist with the short brown hair and spectacles ushered him through the hall to the editor's office. In gold leaf lettering, a glass... Continue Reading →
