Snowglobe

That night, everyone agreed to be still. Front doors stood firm, no one opened them lest the snow be swept aside, or clumsy boots crunch holes in it. The thought of tire tracks was repugnant, made us squint and shake our head. Peace was spreading, or rather falling, and leveling out over crushed beer cans…

Dear America

Originally posted on Trent Lewin:
Ah America. How are you? My name is Trent Lewin. I’m not a doctor or anything, but I have been known to heal the masses upon occasion. So I turn my attention to you, the confused and the enraged, and I choose to cuddle up with your enormous posteriors to…

In these dark times, Bad Lip Reading shines a funny

Palpatine is moving aggressively to seal off borders, stifle government communication, bring back torture, and beta-test martial law in Chicago, so I’m glad I found something to laugh about today. I needed this. Here it is: Bad Lip Reading has been around for a long time, apparently. Several years at least, been featured on Ellen…

Good morning, Palpatine

…and goodnight, America, you’ve been great. I wish I’d appreciated you while we were together. I tend to be negative and find faults in you. I tend to be an iconoclast, but today I realize we had it pretty good together, you and I. I’m sorry you had to die. No, I will not give…

Shoot That Frog: A Christmas Comeuppance

“He’ll come down the chimney tonight,” Father grumbled, his hand caressing the barrel of the Frog Shooter on his lap. Father was sitting in Mother’s little chair in front of the fireplace. His dollar store sunglasses hung crooked on his honker. He was six-foot two, or had been before developing his post-divorce slouch, and 240…

Conflicted Elector in a Corrupt College

Originally posted on The Blessed Path:
When running for the Presidential Elector Nominee some six months ago, I had no idea the conflict that would ensue both from without and within. To say that it has been an “educating experience” would be an understatement. I embarked on this journey with a basic understanding of the…

In which the neophyte will enjoy a concise history of Metallica on the occasion of the band’s new release, which (at times) rocks one’s bollucks

Today Metallica released their tenth studio album, Hardwired…to Self-Destruct. At least two people alive now were not alive when the previous album, Death Magnetic, came out eight years ago. One of them is my daughter. The other is my other daughter. Both of them can read now (more or less) and both are being subjected…

On the Impending Trumpocalypse

It’s not over but it looks over. The numbers must be wrong. I can’t keep my eyes open, I’m falling asleep in my chair. I have to be up at five for work. I still have hope. Or I’m still in denial. I don’t know. I close the browser on my desktop, call it up…

The Fate of Lambeth Polly

I am excited and thrilled to present this next piece as part of Waltoween! Nothing I can say by way of introduction will do it justice. If you’re not following Word Shamble, you’re missing out on some top-notch fiction. (Note: If you are viewing this post in the WP Reader, you may not be seeing the proper…

The Wish

Welcome back to the October-long Waltoween Halloween-a-thon! If what I just said makes no sense to you, you can click October Is Coming to get caught up. My next guest used to be the lovely and ethereal joyce mildred; however, she’s not anymore, as she initiated auto-destruct on that blog and that persona (and at least…

Making Peace With Ghosts

I hear her in my sleep. At least I think it’s her. And I think I’m asleep. I hear her cry, “Why didn’t you want me?” Faint, not real. I roll over, clutch the pillow. My wife stirs. “You hear her?” But I don’t hear my wife, even. Or I’m not sure I do. My…