If You Could Read My Mind…

Haven’t felt much like blogging lately. Frankly, so much has happened to aggravate my feelings of being “a stranger in a strange land” that I’ve simply had no faith that I could express myself in words anyone would understand. Which, I guess, is why my mind has been speaking to me in song again…

You Should Never Argue With A Crazy Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Mind!

I’ve mentioned before how I’ve been allowing my youngest son living with me. You know, the one who asked if he could move in with me because it was closer to the college that he now no longer attends? The one who promised that his presence here wouldn’t be a burden to me, and said that having someone to look out for me would, in fact, be a good thing? Yeah, that’s the one!

September 2nd…

It’s past midnight as I write this, so I know it’s a day late. But, after thinking about it all day, I STILL think reprinting this from the most recent Galt’s Gulch newsletter is worth doing…

The Gift of Apollo

I’ve been feeling a little hopeless and uninspired lately, as I struggle through one of the downturns of my own emotional roller-coaster. But the following video, posted a couple of days ago by my good friend Alex Autin, is not only a reminder of what I think of as “the highest of the high points” of my life, but a reminder of the source my malaise as well…

Against Some Mad Bugger’s Wall…

… We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of…