Sweeping eyes and ears across the vast picture of the planet immediately conjures up Marven Gaye’s captivating, double-question lyrics easily and melodically-heard in the brain: “What’s Goin’ On? … What’s Goin’ On?†Quick knowledge comes…
We here at Compatible Creatures have always much-enjoyed the literary technique of alliteration. Maybe too often. However, the device does carry a salient ring; words slip off the tongue, sometimes without passing lips and produce…
Hard-work at quick greed. Schemes without any authentic reason for existence, other than to apparently put the pinch on unsuspecting people, have been around since times immemorial. We here at Compatible Creatures have always felt…
Mankind has a combination fault present in the genes of everyone since the beginning: Either desire to quickly blame someone, or present a false cloak — a tendency toward the wide-mouthed defect of hypocrisy. Bibical…
One of the pop-up phrases floating up through the ether nowadays is “exit strategy,” which means just how are we supposed to get out of this complete and total mess. Custer didn’t have one at…
“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” This morning, I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby, Dufus Dick Chaney’s former chief of staff, was sentenced in federal court to 30 month in prison for lying his ass off and trying…
Sad news yesterday when it was reported Cindy Sheehan was taking leave of the antiwar movement. Despite all the popularity she’d achieved in the war against the war, Sheehan claims the non-responsive Democrats in Congress…
What is private grief? Go off alone and cry? Hide it and tough it out, in private, within your own self? What, for hard-crap’s sake, is public grief? This morning a very private, horrific heartbreak…
The hand is quicker than the eye, and a double-shuffle is twice as fast. An inept laggard, however, can be just as deceiving. Cover tracks by being quiet, overlap schedules attempting to be real clever:…
An old sayin’ says it all: ‘You’ve got the gall…” Rumors of wars are no longer just rumors and a four-year-long excursion into a cataclysmal, non compos mentis has retched the very fabric of the…