I said in my last post, that this is not the time for satire. But if you can’t laugh now, how can you cope? I used the image above, that of a window, to illustrate my point. The broken window above no longer functions as a window. So if I described it as …
Now is not a time for satire, with our president in the hospital and infected with coronavirus. I’m sure I am not alone in wishing the President a speedy recovery. Him, and the other 7 million or so in our country who have contracted this illness. But I am probably also not alone in …
This poem was written in 2004. As many of you already know, Election Day in the US is held on a Tuesday. Roughly half the people, by the time they wake up on Wednesday, are disappointed at the result. In 2004, I was one of those. The election followed a series of deaths …
{Today, news is breaking about the President’s tax records, which have, through considerable effort, been kept from the public, for an entire term. These documents may hold surprises, for some voters. They may confirm the suspicions of others. And they may be completely disregarded by others, as irrelevant propaganda. People see what they want …