War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
A much cooler run this morning for Leroy and I with our daily stroll on the Rascal Bike Path here in Merced. I’d gotten up earlier, so we were off before any heavy heat had settled around our habitat. By the time we got home, though, the outside had already started generating exceeding warmth. Reality…
Breezy, warm Monday afternoon in California’s Central Valley — warm also means heat. And apparently, the T-Rump gang is catching mucho-heat still from that ‘detergent moment‘ from last Thursday, or as Jennifer Rubin put it: ‘Now, however, the disaster that Trump has been utterly incapable of addressing has wiped out the value of those tax…
Another day of pestilence of the health-related kind, fueled by America’s insane predicament in the throes of a complete lunatic who is making our virus-infested Twilight Zone episode even more deadlier. The T-Rump is a danger to the planet, get him the fuck out of there. Hurdle we face, however, is reflected buried at the…
Yesterday, the T-Rump descended even further than can be decently imagined down that escalator of cruel-insanity by advising us Americans to inject Lysol/detergent into our veins to combat COVID-19. A totally-fucked spectacle at his briefing/rally. Most-likely the major news story today. I missed the real-time event, even in delayed clips via Twitter, and didn’t catch…
Today 13 years ago this blog, ‘Compatible Creatures,’ became self-aware — April 24, 2007. “Woo-hoo!” the two-word content of the original post. Later that self-same day, my first ‘real‘ post, with a comically-strained title, ‘Word.’ Actually a few words, short and sour, however, zeroed-in on one word: In an age where events are known so fast…
Apparently the T-Rump is losing the sharp-edge of his malevolent, narcissist brain as his daily encounters with the media is causing him to act even-more petulant and nasty. The asshole is cratering at the polls, and he knows it, and evidently the strain pulls his moldy skin tighter-n-drum: A couple of episodes today — first…
Another day in the life… (Illustration found here). Anniversary of a nasty sort — Dick Nixon died today 26 years ago. A great hat-tip to tengrain this morning and a link to this flashback of the perfect Nixon obit penned by the great Hunter S. Thompson, a piece of epic truth-telling with the sharp, totally-awesome…
Sunny-bright near mid-day Wednesday in California’s Central Valley. A peaceful-looking expansion in a weird-reality setting. And today the start hopefully to a daily exercise in local journalism — a post on my walk with my daughter’s basset hound/greyhound mix, Leroy, through the meandering Rascal Bike Path in southeast Merced. We make the walk about every…
Overcast a bit, but windy here on this little patch of California’s Central Valley. Rain this morning cooled the air, occasional sunlight peeks through as Monday starts to roll to a close — early evening in another chapter of the nowadays. And in accordance with the plot line, COVID-19 is still the rabid news on…
Sunny Sunday afternoon in the backyard here in California’s Central Valley. If the world wasn’t so canker-like and weird the scene could be described as normal and pleasant, neighbors laughing, children playing, and a sense of it all would be pleasant, too. Wrong, of course, in way-twisted form-and-fashion. Off subject as a breathing apparatus, this…
