Return of the Scribe

Quiet this morning up here along California’s northern coast with the sun trying in vain to slither through an Old Testament-looking sky, featuring epic clouds and small patches of clear blue way up yonder. A condition which gives the air a kind of golden hue. This marks the return of daily blogging — not only…

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‘This is my rifle, this is my gun — one is for fighting, the other for fun’

Culture and guns and life: “Life’s about film stars and less about mothers Its all about fast cars and passing each other But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic and that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic … And I am a weapon of massive consumption and its not my fault its how…

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Swamp Creature

Mitt Romney and George Jr. the night of Feb. 8, 2002, the opening of the Salt Lake City Olympic games: As the Mormon Tabernacle Choir’s rendition of the national anthem echoed off the snow-dusted mountains, the 43rd President turned to the man who now could be the 45th and marveled, “That was a great moment.”…

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Mitten Lost

Raining up here on California’s northern coast this morning, but unlike Babbling Brook Benton, I don’t feel like it’s raining all over the world. Mitt Romney might, however. Watching this wealthy nut-ball roll across the political landscape, I think Romney is actually running not to win — he’s in this thing just for the trip…

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Boo Who

Tonight a couple of assholes will rub cheeks together and laugh at the marvelous things life can bring while wolfing down $30,000-a-plate beef on toast — never the twain more ugly to meet. Mitt Romney will visit The Dick‘s lair in Jackson Hole, Wyo., for yet another high-dollar fundraiser in attempt to purchase at-cost the…

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Fancy the Fabulist

As we await this morning the results of the nasty legal thoughts of the US Supreme assholes on the Affordable Care Act — a la ‘Obamacare’ — political verbiage is getting out of whack. Plain ole lying has reached an artless art form. liar Even forked-tongued master Sarah Palin opened her yap this week in anticipation,…

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