The Domestic Despot was telling me about the phenomenon known as “gray divorce.” Now, I have been pissed, mad, and frustrated numerous times in my thirty-eight years of knowing this woman, but I never once thought of the “D” word. Truth be told, I never even thought of the “M” word. Lightning bolt. Seriously. NeverContinue reading “Why Is It?”
Category Archives: Love
Learn Something New Everyday
That is what we all do, until we expire. At least some people do. Some people never learn. Tourons. Tourist morons. A word which greatly reduces the length of my personal description of these fools, which is stupid-dumbass-losers-from-loser-parents-and loser-grandparents-and-whom-I-hope-suffer-a-slow-humiliating-and-excruciating-death. But that’s just me. The US has asked the Israelis not to respond with rage asContinue reading “Learn Something New Everyday”
Either Or
Either through a cloudy drug haze, revenge, or infatuation, I was able to experience the trappings of the lifestyle of the mega-wealthy in my youth. Of course none of this happened because the Domestic Despot will tell you, without blinking, that there was no one else before she appeared in my life. So in theContinue reading “Either Or”
Bewitched
It is the only explanation I have for it. It was a cool morning in the San Francisco Peaks, north of Flagstaff and south of the Grand Canyon, and I was headed to the white Aspen trees where I planned to camp for a few days and eat some pharmaceutical LSD. My unpaid assistant, theContinue reading “Bewitched”
How Bad? Puhleeze
How bad do you think you have it in this country? Bad enough to climb on to the rudder of an oceangoing vessel to points unknown? Two Nigerians did just that to escape the poverty and injustices in their homeland. So shut the fuck up and appreciate what you have. With the Domestic Despot staunchlyContinue reading “How Bad? Puhleeze”
Why Bother?
All the time and money being wasted in a fruitless effort to keep fucking with that bloviating gasbag Trump. You know nothing will come of it. NOT because he is innocent, hell no. Because he has spent years building his paper kingdom, and it is stacked with his remaining psycophants who were not born withContinue reading “Why Bother?”
The Language of Love
Parlez-vous? Nope, not French. German? Too much spitting going on. Italian? My Italian is a little rusty, but it is good enough to know that Papadia translates to day-old pizza, folded in half, and resold in a vain effort to squeeze one more cent or two of profit in a business that has a higherContinue reading “The Language of Love”
Perfection I Say
It was starting to turn cold, as was Her wont in late fall in the High Sierras. The crisp wind startled Henry; more like a light slap in the face as snow bid its time and perched on the higher elevations. Just waiting. Henry Davis was a criminal; it was no secret, nor did heContinue reading “Perfection I Say”
Perfection
It was starting to turn cold, as was Her wont in late fall in the High Sierras. The crisp wind startled Henry; more like a light slap in the face as snow bid its time and perched on the higher elevations. Just waiting. Henry Davis was a criminal; it was no secret, nor did heContinue reading “Perfection”
I HATE GOOGLE!
The nerve of those assholes… Have you ever spoken to a human being who works for them? Of course not. There are no people in the company, only bots, whatever the hell they are, that offer series of programmed questions which brings up another subset, and another, so on. You get the picture They runContinue reading “I HATE GOOGLE!”
