War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
In the education dust-up via California state Sen. Leland Yee, D-San Francisco: “It is a little embarrassing that Harvard is cheaper than the California State University,” he said in an interview. “When you price out so many students, it is devastating to the future of the state. Our sons and daughters won’t be here to…
Pornographic war creates sweet dreams: “I laughed as I heard a story,” said Ryan Endicott. “One of the platoons had strapped dead bodies from a gunfight on the hoods of their Humvees and then drove around the city for hours. . . . One (day) they brought in a car that had just been shot…
“The radar is picking up a line of thundershowers which extends from nine miles NNE of Sicorgus, New Jersey, along a line and six miles either side of the line to a point five miles SSW of Fonduloch. However, the radar is also picking up a squadron of Russian ICBMs…so I wouldn’t sweat the thundershowers.”…
In the dawn of a Republican keg party of nonsense, a shitload of delusional US peoples will take to the ballot box in 10 states and try to separate the horribly bad from just the plain, dumb bad. Super Tuesday they want to call it. Except them Republican voters are staying home — so far…
In terms of pure weather horror, this past week should send a complete, focused message to peoples everywhere — the climate is quickly shifting and all bets are off. Ohio Gov. John Kasich on tornadoes: “It’s like a bomb went off and everything is splintered, bricks are down and trees, and (there’s) just a lot…
In the midst of a crazed, over-gorged news cycle of late – from weather to sluts — a continuing, most-nefarious news story popped up again this week in the announcement of a subdued settlement in just one legal aspect off what’s so-infamously now known as the BP Oil Disaster. Just as trial was to begin…
Because there’s two kinds of women. There are two kinds of women and you, as we well know, are not the first kind. You, my dear, are a slut. — Victor Komarovsky to Lara Antipova, Doctor Zhivago In a respite from worrying about the weather, we’ve encountered once again the soulless, nasty cruelty of today’s…
After growing up in the tornado-infested deep South, ugly weather has always scared-the-living-shit out of me — my dad’s mother always pitched a wailing fit when the wind started howling, crying about how we’re all gonna die. After time, this display of anti-bravado made a big impression on a naive little kid trying to grow…
Yesterday I felt the first personal shock at the fuel pump when I put another $20 worth of gas in my Jeep Comanche — the gauge screaming now at $4.49 a gallon for regular. Whoa! This is 50 cents more than the last time. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately), I don’t drive much as the Jeep…