Comes a time to move on. This blog has about played itself out. It’s been fallow since we had to put our dog, my longtime friend Rainey to sleep. So I’m moving on to a new blog; follow the link.
An American’s Story.
An American’s Story.
I’ve had a 6 year run on this site. 2011. We were still pulling out of the great recession; my daughter was embarking on the American Dream with a husband, a house, two kids, two dogs and a gecko named Charlie. My son’s daughter Sophie, our first grandchild was just starting school yet still latching on to her stuffed dog that she had since infancy; appropriately named Doggie. Doggie is still around; a keepsake for Sophie’s parents. In 2011 I could ride a bike 100 miles. It’s something that I’m sure I could still do but instead I’d just ask myself - why?
2011, It was the year that saw the final voyage of the Space Shuttle; that program that elicited amazement at it's inception and after a couple of years and but for two disasters, inspired jaded indifference. It was the year when Steve Jobs, Joe Frazier, Al Davis, Betty Ford and Andy Rooney all passed on; among other luminaries and the common folk who went to their last reward. I was particularly touched by the passing of Harry Morgan who played Colonel Potter on my favorite TV show, MASH. Kim Jong Il passed on and bequeathed the world Kim Jong Un. Much to the chagrin of American conservatives Bin Laden was killed during the watch of Obama and I imagine that terrorist SOB is being force fed bacon and ham sandwiches in the deepest bowels of hell. Anthony Weiner flashed and instead of flaming out, his degenerate little story managed to haunt the Clinton campaign 5 years later. By year’s end Robert Griffin III would win the Heisman Trophy and where in the hell is he today? Also at year’s end Newt Gingrich referred to Palestinians as “invented people” and unfortunately 6 years later we can’t be asking that where the hell is he now question about ole’ Newt.
2011 was the year when, dogged by knaves and fools President Obama did what he never should have been pressured to do; he released his birth certificate and years later a certifiable loon would take credit for forcing the president’s hand. Who would have thought that 6 years later that self-same screwball and a gang of cutthroats would comprise the United States government.
It’s not as if I haven’t been blogging. My good friend Scott and I embarked on a project this past January, titled 1461 – Living in the Trump Years. The whole idea was to chronicle our humble insights on America’s national right turn towards the abnormal. It was short lived. A month or so in and I was slapped with the realization that it was an exercise in self-flagellation. I’d grown sick of the nastiness; sick of the administration; disgusted by the right and almost equally disgusted by the left which I usually relate to. I told Scott that what began as a labor of love had taken on all the appeal of being the county road kill collector. That blog is still online, albeit out of date. Take a visit if you like.
And so I’m on the move; to a new blog. An American's Story. Check it out!
2011, It was the year that saw the final voyage of the Space Shuttle; that program that elicited amazement at it's inception and after a couple of years and but for two disasters, inspired jaded indifference. It was the year when Steve Jobs, Joe Frazier, Al Davis, Betty Ford and Andy Rooney all passed on; among other luminaries and the common folk who went to their last reward. I was particularly touched by the passing of Harry Morgan who played Colonel Potter on my favorite TV show, MASH. Kim Jong Il passed on and bequeathed the world Kim Jong Un. Much to the chagrin of American conservatives Bin Laden was killed during the watch of Obama and I imagine that terrorist SOB is being force fed bacon and ham sandwiches in the deepest bowels of hell. Anthony Weiner flashed and instead of flaming out, his degenerate little story managed to haunt the Clinton campaign 5 years later. By year’s end Robert Griffin III would win the Heisman Trophy and where in the hell is he today? Also at year’s end Newt Gingrich referred to Palestinians as “invented people” and unfortunately 6 years later we can’t be asking that where the hell is he now question about ole’ Newt.
2011 was the year when, dogged by knaves and fools President Obama did what he never should have been pressured to do; he released his birth certificate and years later a certifiable loon would take credit for forcing the president’s hand. Who would have thought that 6 years later that self-same screwball and a gang of cutthroats would comprise the United States government.
It’s not as if I haven’t been blogging. My good friend Scott and I embarked on a project this past January, titled 1461 – Living in the Trump Years. The whole idea was to chronicle our humble insights on America’s national right turn towards the abnormal. It was short lived. A month or so in and I was slapped with the realization that it was an exercise in self-flagellation. I’d grown sick of the nastiness; sick of the administration; disgusted by the right and almost equally disgusted by the left which I usually relate to. I told Scott that what began as a labor of love had taken on all the appeal of being the county road kill collector. That blog is still online, albeit out of date. Take a visit if you like.
And so I’m on the move; to a new blog. An American's Story. Check it out!
“Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.” From The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
