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If you don’t like how things are, change it! You’re not a tree.

It's how our country was born.

American fascists are most easily recognized by their
deliberate perversion of truth and fact. Their newspapers and
propaganda carefully cultivate every fissure of disunity, every crack in
the common front against fascism….
Henry A. Wallace

Hitler would have loved FOX News.

Here’s what he said about Vietnam vets:

In Esquire a few years back, Mr. Kilmer was quoted as saying that he understands Vietnam better than its veterans, because most of them were “borderline criminal or poor … wretched kids” who landed in the military because they “got beat up by their dads” or “couldn’t finagle a scholarship.”

So Mr. Kilmer, I say to you, “Fuck you and all the horses that you rode in on, you fucking dweeb!”

Val "The Jerk" Kilmer

An author of ‘50 Great Myths of Popular Psychology’ discusses some of his favorite misconceptions.

Opposites attract….We use very little of our brainpower….the full moon makes you do crazy things….American culture teems with commonly accepted pop-psych beliefs. Read this article from U.S.News & World Report that discusses 5 of those myths. (READ IT HERE)

Does the full moon make you crazy?

I just made an investment in stylish new patio furniture. What do think?

I went for a haircut today with a new barber. He was in an incredible hurry and did the job in less than 10 minutes. It reminded me of this cartoon that I drew some years back:

Conan the Barber

I’m sorry but I just had to say something about Rush Limgaugh. I mean, what a joke this guy has become.

Anyone that would hope that the leader of their country fails to lead the country out of disaster is a traitor in my book.

I used to be a Republican but selfish, egomaniacal biggots like him and the rest of the goose-stepping ultra right have turned the party into a party of haters and now I want no part of it.

I actually drew this cartoon a while back but thought now was a good time to post it.

Rush Limbaugh Cartoon

As I was taking my walk today I saw a very young boy riding his tricycle in the driveway at his house. He was being closely supervised by his big sister. The boy was about 4 years old and his sister looked to be about 10. She was watching his every move and made sure that he didn’t venture too close to the street. You could tell that she loved her little brother very much and the little guy seemed to have much respect for her.
When I saw the two children I thought about my big sister. I call her my “big” sister when in fact by the time I was 10 years old I outweighed her by 5 pounds and when I was 19 I was twice her weight. Never the less I will always think of her as my big sister.
My sister was 7 years older than I was. She was always very protective and concerned about my welfare. She almost always included me in her activities and was never ashamed of me or resented my tagging along. She was really a great sister.
When we were children we usually spent our summer vacations in Tennessee. During our stays we would spend most of our time at my grandmother’s house in the country. We both loved the time we spent there and later in our adult lives we would reminisce about our many adventures in the woods, streams and cave around grandma’s farm.
One of our cousins lived about 1/4 mile down the road. His name was Edgar Ray, and he was about 3 years younger than my sister was. He would always hang around with us during our visits. We were inseparable, like the Three Amigos.
On rainy days we would often play in the barn. We would climb in the rafters and jump into the piles of hay or pretend that we were driving the old rusty tractor. Sometimes we would pester the cow or the old mule. Occasionally my sister would tell scary stories hoping to frighten me but she usually would end up scaring herself more. (more…)