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I just watched the movie called The Campaign with Will Ferrell & Zach Galifianakis.  It was described as a "hilarious comedy", but it wasn't.  It was really quite serious although I can see how fans would laugh as easily amused and robotically behaved as many are.  It was a campaign race of two Southern candidates.  One, a typical Southern douche bag more concerned with his pride than the people he represents.  The other was cast into the race as a strategic move by these arrogant jerks controlling the election, but he was the son of a former politician who happened to be that effeminate Southern male type primarily influenced by his Mama.  You know the kind.  They talk like women and act like women, but they're not gay, at least openly.  They have families and are quite often music ministers at the church. I didn't laugh once, but I watched the whole thing.  It was so reflective of the way things really do work here i...

Earlier in the day, I had seen a post on Facebook by one of me and my brother's best friends growing up, Bobby.  It was acknowledging that it had been ten years since his mother, Ruth, had passed.  Ruth was more like a mother to me than my own mother.  I never asked, and I know Bobby was originally from Boston before he and his mom moved South after divorcing from his dad, but from the accent she was from Brooklyn. I wanted to say something and I did by posting something on Bobby's page.  I told Bobby, "Your Mom was very influential on me and there were two things she said that would always stick with me.  Number one, we would be hanging out in the den...  Ruth would generally stay upstairs when we would come hang out.  She'd let us play the stereo, and watch tv, but on more than one occasion we would be blaring Beatles records, or Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers way too loud when she would come to the top of the stairs and shout out to us with tha...

Full Wolf Moon Rose I took a shot looking at that blurry white line It was clear to me, someone was talking to me Full Wolf Moon, the smallest of the year My stance was centered and at rest She shown down a little to the right A slight cut shot on the felt and to the left Most would call a gimme, but sometimes they're missed A few loved ones came to mind, but only for support She stood above in my mind space Under that night time sky, I was able to see Her face was shining as always with glee And, so it was that I kissed Sister moon shined brighter as if it were a sun With rays stretching outward, and downward They reached to the ground Touching precisely that blurry white line My eyes do not see the way they once did But, no spectacles are needed on the table I play My sight is just fine as I shoot by the light Full Wolf Moon Rose just last night Full Moon Calendar 2014 January 15th Full Wolf Moon 11:52 pm February 14th Full Snow Moon 6:53 pm March...

It has become a custom for me to answer the question, "How are you doing" with "Better than a starving Ethiopian".  But, it's time for change!  I awoke around 3am the other morning and turned on the television in my new place in the upscale ghetto, or the low end of the high-life... Which one it is, I haven't quite figured out, but I have yet to hear any gun shots. When I looked at the screen, all I could see were birds, including a flock of pink flamingos.  Pink flamingos apparently can't fly very well.  Maybe that's because they spend a lot of time breeding, because there sure are a lot of them compared to eagles, vultures and the infamous Big Bully.  Just what kind of bird the Big Bully really is, I'm not sure.  A web search revealed only Big Bird from Sesame Street, and a search for pink flamingos yielded a Wikipedia page for a movie called the Pink Flamingos.  The movie is considered a "transgressive black comedy exploitation", w...

The community kitchen run by Our Daily Bread serves hundreds of meals each day at the First Baptist Church in Athens, GA.  A rough guesstimate of the audience, is about 75% black to white.  You don't see any Asians, Indians, or Latinos.  Maybe there's an occasional Latino visitor, but rarely... if ever.  Yesterday wasn't any different.  The same crowd shuffles in only this time there were sacks of food to be taken away. As things in my own life have gotten better, they still haven't gotten to the point where I'm satisfied.  Though, I am very happy with my current living situation once I pay the rent there isn't a whole lot leftover and I tend to run out of money before the next pay day.  So, I will still visit Our Daily Bread as a supplemental food source. I didn't examine the contents of the sack except for to remove any canned fruit and other sugary items for which I do not care.  However, it wasn't until the next morning I realized what had...

In the last nine months, or so, I have had more lock and key experiences than I care to imagine, or remember.  Now, I have walked this planet for enough years to have been able to say with some pride I had never lost my keys, or my wallet.  The wallet is mostly explainable because I don't carry one.  So, how can you lose what you don't have? The keys on the other hand are something I have always carried on my person, yet I still had never lost them until just this year.  It all began one night when I was closing up at the bar, and after my recent promotion at work as an Undercover Parking Violations Officer.  I'm so undercover, they don't even know I got a promotion at work, but I did gain access to a multitude of keys.  This certainly exacerbated the problem. In order to do my job, I am constantly grabbing different keys for different reasons.  There's one key for the office door.  Another key to get into the closet inside the office, and...

Couch Potato Gigolos Just what is a couch potato gigolo?   It’s simple.   It’s a guy who is hired to come sit on a woman’s couch and watch TV, play cards, or play board games. YAHTZEE!   It’s a companion fee that these guys get paid.   Just want someone to hang out with?   Then you need a couch potato gigolo! The issue came up during a discussion with a friend who is also a history buff.   He told me a joke about a kid named Johnny who was having a test the next day.   His father told him a way to remember stuff was to make a rhyme like, “In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue.”   That clicked with the boy.   He went to school the next day confident about taking his test. The following day, the results were in.   The boy came home from school dejected.   His father asked what the matter was.   The boy said, “I missed the question about Columbus”. Dad asked, “How did you do that?   I thought we worked on ...