First of all, yesterday was my birthday, so Happy Birthday to me! Thank you very much. I did actually mean to post this yesterday, but just couldn’t find the motivation. You know how it is… Anyway, back at the beginning of my journey through the Hell of mental illness, one of those ‘crisis’ counselor people…
Like human females, while enjoying a night out, a lady rhino should always take care…
What to do, what to do? Should I just accept that no relationship is perfect and that things are as good as they’re likely to get? Or should I start contemplating a “2nd Amendment” style remedy? I wonder, what would Ted Kaczynski do?
In the pursuit of happiness, adopting the roles presented to us may seem to be just the on-ramp we’re looking for to the success we both want and need. But, deep down, I think we all know that we can never get off the “road to hell” we’re actually on that way.
I wonder. Could it be that living with such doubt in our minds is the very reason why we humans have always craved the comfort and support, imagined or not, of life in a community? In the end, I don’t know. I also don’t know if my paranoia, by isolating me from the “evil” influence of others, has actually helped me through the years, or if maybe, just maybe, a few more “Gibbs slaps” from others might well have done me some good…
Man, things are going well. Almost too well, I think (you know how I am). It should come as no surprise to you that all this “success” has left me just a little bit suspicious. You know, there just has to be something really scary lurking, somehow, just below my awareness…
Life, my friends. It begins with such soaring possibilities. Only to rapidly sink to absurd and embarrassing lows…
First the awful Las Vegas massacre, and now the death of Tom Petty? Enough with the draggin’ my heart around bullshit!
Question: Since when does “patriotism” mean covering your eyes with the flag and using the national anthem to drown out dissent?
With so much in the news about President Trump’s supposed “outrage” over the “unpatriotic” actions of athletes during the playing of our national anthem, I thought that this new video from Mrs. Betty Bowers, America’s Best Christian might clarify things a little…
I Want Ice Water! 