Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Is there intelligent life in outer space?   Dolphins want to know.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

In a city where, if not ornately attired you will be busted for reclining on a public bench, fanatics are allowed to pitch tents and live, sleep and eat on the sidewalk to view their candidate chewing up millions of tax dollars to kick off his campaign. Yeeha!

Monday, June 03, 2019

We are appalled by the government only because we expect better. This baseless expectation lies at the root of the problem.

Monday, May 20, 2019


Looks like our visionary Florida legislature just passed a bill, as they call it, authorizing an acceleration of the already frantic destruction of nature in Florida, the toll road building mayhem to end them all, apparently through land thought to be safe. Then Governor Bigot signed it of course. These people are enabled to have influence on our lives, largely due to abominations like The Villages, whose residents, boasting the nation's highest std rate and who vote like they have syphilis, should be disenfranchised from voting. But that won't happen. The drought continues – forecast: no brain in sight.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

strike three

In our computer age avalanche of good things driven asunder by craven trends, there goes the bowling alley, one anyway. The closing of Orlando's Brunswick Lanes – a cool, dark, happy cave where body English and body language are the only signs of anguish; where anybody regardless of size or ability can drop a bowl onto the lane and watch it roll, 'cause it's all downhill; where the cannonballs have finger holes and the only hunt is hunting up a beer or a ball with holes to fit your hand; where the only relevant sounds are laughter and the crashing of colored balls against terrified white pins. Where the best sight is those pins suddenly disappearing in a clamor only to rise again. It's Easter all day every day. Was. For sure “was” will beat what will be. And that is the acid test for progress.