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Sunday, March 2, 2008

HUMAN REMAINS

They came in a plain, small, cardboard box. RG was home when the doorbell rang. The postman handed over the parcel and had him sign for it. Then he called me at the office to tell me it had arrived. I'd been waiting, afraid that it might get lost in the mail. When I got home that nigh, there it was,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 29, 2008

AN OLD DOGS OLD TRICKS COME BACK TO HAUNT HIM

John McCain, being the oldest candidate in this election cycle seems to be repeating the same old tricks. Twenty one years ago seems like centuries when we live in a 24 hour news cycle but some scandals are so big, so egregious, that they don't fade into that good night. And so it is with John... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 23, 2008

ZIG ZAGS ON THE STRAIGHT TALK EXPRESS

As the right wing attack dogs who just a day or two ago were defiling John McCain's right to walk on the earth are now rallying around to defend him against the horrors of their mutual enemy, the dreaded, "liberal" New York Times, I just had to shake my head, roll my eyeballs and laugh at their... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 18, 2008

HE CAN RUN BUT HE CAN'T HIDE

With his approval rating still hanging in there at 30% or lower (depending on how bad the economic news happens to be on any particular day) bush-boy has decided Africa is where he has to go to find the love and appreciation for his legacy that seems to have escaped him here in the good old U.S. of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 9, 2008

THE INEVITABLE IMPOSSIBILITY OF DEATH

Dad died. That has a finality about it. Just saying it. Dad died. That we knew it was coming somehow didn't mean anything when it finally came. Death is a noun. An "it". Death. We personify, objectify death in our feeble attempts to grapple with and understand it. I learned, last Saturday morning, a... Sign in to see full entry.

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