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Of all the idiots….

Of all the idiots running for the Republican presidential nomination, I always thought the battle for first place was between Michelle Bachman and Rick Perry, with Rick Santorum pulling in at a strong second. But I must say that Herman Cain is rapidly closing the gap and may soon overtake the front runners.

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Corporations

How can corporations be people if they never have to go to the bathroom? And crapping all over us doesn’t count.

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Whenever I’m embarrassed…

Whenever I’m embarrassed by something American politicians are doing, I just have to think about my ancestral homeland and wonder who Silvio Berlusconi is doing and I feel better.

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Why his death bothers me

Somewhere deep in the recesses of most of our hearts is the belief that the rich are different. They have to be. Because if they can die young from pancreatic cancer, if all their money can’t save them, then what chance do the rest of us have?

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Thirty-nine years later

October 1 marked the 39th anniversary of the day I arrived in Alaska. October 3 marked the 39th anniversary of the day I arrived in Barrow. Looking back, it strikes me that the old saying, “The more things change, the more they remain the same”, is true. I could never have imagined what life held for me that cold day so long ago when I learned that not everyone in America was born with flush toilets and running water as a birthright and that meat did not start out life in a package.

The day I arrived in Barrow, a

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Political Debates

The most intelligent, reasoned and literate political debates in America today happen when Bill O’Reilly and Jon Stewart have a conversation.

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Right before I die

Someone promise me that just as I die, you will shove a piece of Cheesecake Pecan Pie in my mouth so that I can swallow it with my last breath. If this is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.

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