One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

My brother in law is fond of Teri's garden, especially her lemons, which he holds dear, or so he likes to intimate:

Though, I will confess that, as is often the case in such interrelationship (and I, in this, am no exception), I have little in common with my brother-in-law—no one's ever accused him of being the brightest light on the Christmas tree (certainly not me)—but even I must grant him his occasional (far in between) moments of illumination, which I do unbegrudgingly, giving credit where credit is not only due but richly deserved, my brother-in-law can be a man of profound wisdom when it comes to the simplest (and most important) things in life:

"Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads."

OK, true; my brother in law didn't say that—not exactly in that way (that was Henry David Thoreau - giving credit where credit is due)—but the point remains.

Nature is loved by what is best in us (says Ralph Waldo Emerson—again, not to be confused with my brother-in-law)...

Teri's lemon...

The apricot from Penélope's tree...

The lytchee off Aiko's garden...

The earth is what we all have in common.

This toast is for you, dear brother...




Yes, but was it a coup?

Of course it was a coup!

A perfectly legal one.

But a coup nonetheless — aka politics as usual.

Gorgias of Leontinoi (Bartender might have met him — me, I am just too young, and we didn't run in the same circles) said of Greek Tragedy that it is "a swindle in which the swindler is more just than the swindled, and the swindled wiser than the swindler." One may travesty this aphorism by saying that politics is a swindle in which the swindled is more just than the swindler, and the swindler wiser (i.e. more politically shrewd) than the swindled.

But what do I know?

Maybe it was just dumb luck.

Or an act of God, perhaps. I mean, there are those who believe God is English.

You know: "He blew his wind, and they were scattered," and all that...

I mean, you've got to wonder about things like that.

The Invincible Spanish Armada, I mean.

And don't get me started on the goddess Artemis clipping the wind out of the fleet of a 1000 ships.

I don't know, maybe God is a neocon. Is that still a thing? Or what designation are the warmongers of the dominant empire of the era wearing on their lapel those days? (I don't want to offend anyone.)

Elon Musk has the perfect car for you:

It's called a cybertruck.

(Now, where have I seen this car before?)

Wait... Don't forget your mask!

Everything's back to normal all over again.

Good night, sleep tight,

Careful, now...

Don't let the bedbugs bite...



Of Cats and Dogs


I know what you are thinking...

But, I have no dog in this fight.

Really, I don't. (As a matter of fact, I'd like to think of myself as both a cat AND a dog person.

Prejudgement is a terrible thing, wouldn't you agree?

As things stand, I am just on the side of free speech:

And so, I dare say, good for Gina Carano for daring to speak her mind in an era of systemic censorship and societal intimidation and bullying.

It's an American thing.

Or it used to be in this land formerly known as the "land of the free."



Without Me...


"I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me"

—Eminem, "Without Me"

Some five years ago, on August 1, 2015, on the campaign trail in Iowa, a nine-year-old boy asked Donald Trump if he was Batman. The question, and Trump's answer that he was Batman, prompted at the time, an amusingly whimsical article in The Guardian, by Michael McGrath, conjecturing whether Donald Trump might not, truly, be the real-life Batman.

Despite its obvious lampooning intent, the article makes a compelling case:

As it turns out, Donald Trump has not been any worse (nor any better) than any of his last three predecessors in the oval office—and, unlike them, he didn't start any wars.

At least, he makes me laugh. In a good way! Which is more than I can say about any of his predecessors.



The more things change, the more they stay the same

The assimilation of the human race has been an elusive goal.

Case in point: take the history of the Third Reich (Germany, circa 1933), for instance.

The Propaganda Ministry aimed to control the content of news and editorial pages through directives distributed in daily conferences in Berlin and transmitted via the Nazi Party propaganda offices:

Things are very different now . . .

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