You either believe in them or you don’t.

I believe in them.

There some clinical people who need a scientific explanation for everything. They must quantify everything they see.

I don’t get it.

There does NOT have to be a reason for something. I am definitely not proposing that we just throw our hands up in the air and just exclaim “it’s a miracle!” every time something happens that we can’t explain.

We, as a planet, don’t know shit.

We continue to place greed over good, and if you think that is OK, then it is a miracle you have lived this long.


We continue with the pollution of our waters, we destroy millions of acres of our lands, we mistreat animals, we disrespect each other, and we solve our problems the old Machiavellian way.

Might makes right.


We allow the environment ripe for reducing our overpopulated planet by making sure elementary school kids never make it to junior high, where they stand a chance of not making it to eighth grade.

And that is now every day from today.


As long as there are ignorant people who have no sense of community with critical thinkers, racism and prejudice will remain truth to some, and repel those of us others who still have enough naivete left to hope that it will get better, that there really is a chance for a better future.

Enjoy the here and now, and realize that you must concentrate your energies on your brief waltz through this world, rather than endure consternation about the future.

How arrogant of us, as a species, to think that we can change the future.

We can’t even change the present.

What, are you kidding me?

The Keystone Cops, er, I mean the Uvalde police officers story just keeps getting better. The officer “in charge” said he didn’t know he was in charge.

Oh, like that is supposed to make us slap our foreheads and say, “Oh, that’s the reason.” Nobody was in charge and the person who everyone else saw as being in charge didn’t know he was. That’s OK then.”

Do you honestly think that will make ANYONE feel anything but the scorn, ridicule, anger, frustration, and vitriolic thoughts that EVERYONE on the planet has towards the Uvalde PD?

It was a miracle, or so I am told, that, as a very handsome five-yer old, I survived being hit by a truck and being thrown thirty feet in the air.

It was a miracle when I called my shot at work and bet a friend who was standing a full twenty feet away that I could throw a green grape I was holding into his ear opening.

Nailed it.

All life is a miracle.

It’s time to start practicing for my nursing home gig this Wednesday.

One-hour show.

About ten to twelve songs.

I won’t have my unpaid roadie as she is enjoying spending time with her sister in New Jersey.

The boys and I miss her something fierce.

To quote my boy Flap from Terms of  Endearment, she’s my” sweet-ass gal.”

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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