December 29, 2006

Shouting Voices

You might have noticed my posts have been a little, uh, lets say, /**whisper**/ shallow over the past week. I have been doing nothing but stealing jokes, pictures, and videos and other peoples words to keep this blog "current".

Well the voices are not quiet, I've just been doing a lot of reading, trying to catch up on books I've been collecting. Now I'm going into the wilderness to dissappear for a bit, and to escape from all these distractions, except for the reading (if the voices let me). I will return with new adventures to amaze you.

Blogging is so much fun, isn't it?. Who needs TV, movies, books, exercise, time with friends, family, girlfriends/wives, cleaning, hobbies,............... Thank Dog I can eat and blog at the same time (remember to turn over the keyboard once a month to shake out the crumbs). I'm addicted to reading blogs, and I need to cut back before it transforms me into a person of purpose.

But Before I go.......

I just learned of the execution of Saddam. Now I have this voice in my head shouting at me.

Leader Dearest Bush, you disgust me.

You call that a fair trial? He was tried by his political opposition for crimes which the U.S. helped him by giving him the money and weapons to carry out those murders. Your father should have also been on trial, and in my view, you also.

For the record, I thought Saddam was an evil murderous tyrant, he should be punished. His execution is not punishment, it is an act of revenge. Why are the conservatives glorifying his murder? Because they have become just like him, more bent on revenge than justice.

Mr Bush, You have failed in every attempt at being a U.S. Leader. You failed to bring the true plotters behind the September 11 attacks to justice. Your abuse of power in Iraq is criminal. You have helped Al Qaeda gain more ground worldwide. You must be working with Osama Bin Laden, because you continue to do his work for him. Your destroying the U.S. far better than he could, bankrupting the U.S., mocking our U.S. Constitution, shredding the military, killing his enemies (Saddam), deceiving the U.S. citizens on the reasons for Iraq, and on and on and on...........

You have failed. You need to step down. You cannot handle the job we have given you. It is time to start acting like a man, and admit that you have not been successful in anything you've tried to accomplish since becoming the "Leader" of the U.S., you are a sham. You've destroyed the credibilty and ethics of the U.S. It is immoral for you to continue on in your position. You are FIRED. History we see you as a black spot, an evil time, in the history of the U.S.

Mr. President, I'm trying to keep this decent. RESIGN NOW!

Pray to Dog

Should I start dating again? Or spend more time with Dog?

I couldn't decide, so I started making a list:

Dogs vs Women?

Dogs don't cry
Dogs love it when your friends come over
Dogs don't care if you use their shampoo
Dogs think you sing great
A dog's time in the bathroom is confined to a quick drink
Dogs don't expect you to call when you're running late. The later you are, the more excited dogs are to see you
Dogs will forgive you for playing with other dogs
Dogs don't notice if you call them another dog's name
Dogs are excited by rough play
Dogs don't mind if you give their offspring away
Dogs can appreciate excessive body hair
Anyone can get a good looking dog
If a dog is gorgeous, other dogs don't hate it
Dogs don't shop
Dogs like it when you leave lots of things on the floor
Dogs never need to examine the relationship
A dog's parents never visit
Dogs love long car trips
Dogs understand that instincts are better than asking for directions
Dogs like beer
Dogs don't hate their bodies
Dogs never criticize
Dogs agree that you have to raise your voice to get your point across
Dogs never expect gifts
Dogs don't worry about germs
Dogs don't want to know about every other dog you've had
Dogs don't let magazine articles guide their lives
You never have to wait for a dog, they're ready to go 24 hours a day
Dogs have no use for flowers, cards or jewelry
Dogs don't borrow your shirts
Dogs never want foot rubs
Dogs enjoy heavy petting in public
Dogs find you amusing when you're drunk
Dogs can't talk
Dogs seldom outlive you

December 28, 2006

Redemption Rap

The Shawshank Redemption has been remade as a rap video:

Brought to you from the creative minds at JibJab

Also see the Year in Review:

December 27, 2006

Get Ready

The Decider's Decision.

Any questions?

Inspired by: Morning Martini

December 26, 2006

Boxing Day

It's Boxing Day. We need to adopt this day as part of the traditions in the U.S.. This is a holiday I can support.

It is time to put on the Boxing Day gloves and punch those people that pissed you off during the holiday shopping season.

Disclaimer: All punches should be thrown as a mental image or verbal abuse, unless your opponent voluntarily submits to a Boxing match. I do not advocate violence. One exception; maybe a nice punch in the head would make our Leader Dearest come to his senses. I doubt it, but it's worth a try.

December 25, 2006

The Reason

December 24, 2006

Peeking at the world.

I'm locked up in a cage. This cage is locked from the inside by me. It is to keep out those people who might make my life uncomfortable, from those I don't understand, those who are not like me, those who want what I have. I can leave the cage at anytime, and do. But I soon as I return, I withdraw from the world and lock myself inside. The walls of my cage are built so I can see all that goes on outside my cage, but others cannot see in. I would like to invite people inside, but I'm afraid if I do, they won't leave, so I no ones gets in my cage.

The cage is imaginary. It is in my head. No one knows the thoughts I have and what the inner voices tell me. It is because the voices are not in agreement with the popular opinions of this world, so I hide away. I've tried to free the thoughts, to let others know what I think, but because they are always rejected, criticized, belittled, and negated, and evoke such negative responses from those outside the cage, I hold them in now.

These voices are not forbidden or evil, they want a compassionate world, a world not based on control, but based on freedom. To let others live as they want to live, as long as they don't infringe any one's else life.

But this is the world I force myself to live. Life in a cage, spying on the rest of the world, yearning to find someone that accepts me as I am, so I don't have to live in the cage alone, letting me live the way I think is best for me. Shared respect. Someone I can share these hidden voices with. They don't have to agree, just understand, or make an effort to understand.

But even that is scary. Someone on the outside, knowing what the voices are telling me. Maybe it's better if no one knows.

When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

December 22, 2006

The Spirit Of A Dog

The Spirit Of A Dog

I was standing on a hillside
In a field of blowing wheat,
And the spirit of a dog
Was lying at my feet.

He looked at me with kind dark eyes,
Ancient wisdom shining through.
In the essence of his being,
I saw the love there too.

His mind did lock upon my heart
As I stood there on that day,
And he told me of this story
About a place so far away.

As I stood upon that hillside
In a field of blowing wheat,
In a twinkling of a second
His spirit left my feet.

His tale did put my heart at ease,
All my fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me
On another distant day.

"I live among the spirits now
In the heavens of your mind,
So do not grieve for me, my friend
As I am with my kind.

My collar is a rainbow's hue,
My leash is a shooting star.
My boundaries are the Milky Way
Where I sparkle from afar.

There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined,
But I'm free to roam the heavens
Among the Doggie kind.

I nap the day on a snowy cloud
Gentle breezes rocking me,
And dream the dreams of earthlings,
And how it used to be.

The trees are full of liver treats,
And tennis balls abound,
And dog treats line the walkways
Just waiting to be found.

There even is a ring set up,
The grass all lush and green;
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the Best of Breed.

For we're all winners in this place;
We have no faults, you see.
And the judge passes out those ribbons
To each one, even me.

I drink from waters laced with gold,
My world a beauty to behold;
And wise old dogs do form my pride
To amble at my very side.

At night I sleep in comfort's arms,
The stars protecting me,
And moonbeams dance about us
As stardust falls on thee.

So when your life on earth is spent
And you stand at Heaven's gate,
Have no fear of loneliness
--For here, you know, I wait".

- author unknown

December 19, 2006

Update: A Dog Year

I few days back I responded to the Page 123 Book Tag from BSB with a A Dog Year by Jon Katz . This story is actually a sequel to his book Running to the Mountain: A Midlife Adventure about a guy going through a mid-life crisis and seeking some solitude. I read this at a point in my life when I was going through similar trials.
The book pictured on the left is the next one about Jon and his Border Collies. I will be reading this, and his The Dogs Of Bedlam Farms very soon. The book tag renewed my interest in this author.

I happened on a story about the author on the CNN website, and how it was going to be made into a movie, starring Jeff Bridges, to be released 2007. It is actually in post-production right now.

Then I find out Jeff is also going to star in The Giver, another wonderful book I read a long time ago, high school I think. It's about a superficial society where the pain of the real world is blocked out by the leaders of the society, similar to Brave New World. I think I'm going to have to find a copy of The Giver and reread it.

One commenter noted on my book tag "At some point in time you have to stop reading books and start thinking for yourself" and attributed this quote to Albert Einstein. I agree that Einstein was very wise. I researched Einstein Quotes on several sites and couldn't find anything he ever said anything like that, but that doesn't mean he didn't say it. I know a lot of great Einstein quotes, it doesn't make you wise, it means you can copy and state what he said.

Books are only a media on which to communicate ideas, much like the Internet is today. If you believe and follow everything that is written, books or any other media, you will be mislead most of the time. All ideas must be analyzed and considered with critical thinking and from a skeptical perspective. The media on which the ideas are presented does not matter. It is the human mind's use of these ideas that does matter.


December 18, 2006


I lived in the Washington DC area when I was in the military. The commute in D.C. is horrible if you want to drive yourself, but if you use the public transportation system, it is relatively easy. There even exists an informal, cost-free way to get around. It is called slugging.
I think slugging actually started in the San Francisco area, but I don’t know the history. It was born out of the people waiting for the buses, and drivers wanting to use the HOV-3 commuter lanes to get to work faster. After I found out about this informal system commuting, I used it for three years as both a rider and a driver. Riders are called slugs, the drivers are body-snatchers. There have even been books written, and websites established about this phenomenon. Even though it sounds dangerous, there have been few problems.

The system works very well only through the cooperation and voluntary etiquette of both parties. The drivers or riders have no control over who rides/drives, but the rider/driver has the right to refuse the ride/drive if anything looks suspicious or past bad experience with a rider or driver. I have seen bad drivers unable to get a rider, even though there are plenty of riders standing in line. A bad reputation quickly spreads through the line if someone has bad experience, so drivers and riders usually stick to the informal etiquette system so that they can continue to take advantage of the slugging system

So now I come to the reason for today’s post. Slugging is much like blogging. It is an informal system that benefits both the writers and the readers. There are ways to attract readers to your site, and there are ways to repel readers. Comments are always invited, but there is a certain informal etiquette and cooperation that should be followed:

Comments can be positive or negative, but they need to address the topic of the post, past posts, or the overall scope of the blog.

Women flirting with me is always acceptable. ;-)

Off-topic, anonymous comments will be deleted.

Do not spam. Spammers are scum. Spam not only refers to commercialized advertisements as comments, but also to leaving many meaningless comments.
(Think Monty Python, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, EGGS, & SPAM)

You can attack me and call me any kind of mean-spirited thought that you can imagine, that is acceptable.

I will not allow anyone to verbally abuse other commenters, your comment will be deleted. Comment on the messages, not the messenger. If you don’t have an intelligent response, and can only go around name-calling, please create your own blog and do with it what you like.

The list will be revised as needed. That's what great about the internet, everything is dynamic.

Positive ideas are what moves the world forward.

December 17, 2006

Three Important Questions

An simple man had three questions but no advisor, priest, professor, wise man or philosopher could answer them clearly. Then he heard of a wise hermit and summoned him to the court to ask him the answer to these three questions:

  1. When is the most important time?
  2. Who is the most important person?
  3. What is the most important thing to do?

Now the advisors had all failed because they feared that the man already had his answers and was merely testing them. The best time, they reasoned, was the moment of battle against your enemies, but when was that opportune moment? Or, surely the most important man in the kingdom was the shrewdest general or the most flattering minister but who dared to name him? Unless the man himself would be angered and declare that, after all, he was the most important person! And the most important thing to do was clearly to conquer all foes and to enrich your coffers.

The hermit answered the questions with only a few words.

"The most important time is now." All depends on the present moment, on what dominates the mind and heart here and now. All else, past and future, is meaningless.

"The most important person is the one you are with." If you are with a child, a friend, a beloved, a colleague, that person is the most important. If you are with an enemy, a fool, a thief, that person is the most important person right now. And if you are alone, you are the most important person.

"The most important thing to do is to care." To care about this moment, to care about this person in your midst, to care about everything around you. And in so doing, you will have no questions, no preferences of time or persons, and no thing more important than anything else.

- Adapted from Hermit's Thatch.

Suffer the Little Children

Okay, Anonymous, here is a post for you to place your comments. A very simple, straightforward plan.

Let's keep science in the science class, and religion in church. Creation comes from religious literature, it is not science.

Evolution is scientific fact. Human evolution happens every time reproduction takes place, and it can be seen measured and seen. The part that is still theory is how humans (or any species) have evolved over thousands of years. Even the Catholic Church has submitted that evolution is true.

"Intelligent Design", another name for the biblical creation metaphor to make it sound academic and reasonable, is just a way for intolerant prejudiced religious groups to force their religious superstitions and beliefs on audiences outside of their religious group. This theory comes from theological literature, and not scientific investigation.

If I want to hear religious doctrine, I'll go to church. At a place of academic learning, lets base our teaching on facts and theories that use scientific processes and critical thinking. If science and biology classes choose to ignore evolution, then those students will have been put at a disadvantage to those who have been taught valid academic lessons.

What's next - Replacing math with prayer. Replacing physical training and healthy living with miracles. Lets all go back to the dark ages and give up academic learning in favor of religious dogma. I don't even think the extreme right-wing religious nationalists want that.

Why is this so hard to understand? Because people want to believe in superstition and fantasy, and not reality?

I can't understand why there is a problem here. Science and religion are two different worlds.

It is the open, still learning, moldable minds of children that suffer the most when forced to choose one over the other. Religion also damages the children in other ways that are not apparent until years after this mental abuse.

Blind faith is an ironic gift to return to a creator of human intelligence.

The way to see by faith is to shut the eye of reason. - Benjamin Franklin

December 16, 2006

Page 123 Book Tag


I've been tagged by BSB. Okay, I think I asked for that, I tagged her and didn't run away fast enough.

Here are the rules :
Find the nearest book.
Name the book
The author
Turn to page 123
Go to the fifth sentence on the page
Copy out the next three sentences and post to your blog. Tag three more folks.

Okay, I'm going by the rules, and picking the closest book at the time I was tagged. It's been months since I read this book, but it was still laying on my desk. I have books laying on everything, all around the apartment.

1. Title: A Dog Year - Twelve Months, Four Dogs, and Me. I read a lot of books about Dogs.

Author: Jon Katz

3. Page 123:

We continued to trade strategies on overcoming his past problems, inducing his cooperation. She didn't like my practice of letting him chase after cars and trucks, even from behind a fence, although she understood that it has become a channel for his energy and part of our routine. But even before she challenged the practice, I knewI'd have to find some substitutes; it was ultimately a risky game.

4. I tag:

Pam, Blueberry, and Pissed off Patricia (Tags are totally voluntary, of course.)

December 15, 2006

Black Dog

Today is supposed to be my Dog/Spirituality Friday post. But I have nothing. The Black Dog is visiting me again.

How can I, a successful person that has had good career and relatively happy adult life, succumb to the shadows over and over again? I do all the things therapists advise to blow off the melancholy moods, but sometimes it doesn't work, most times it makes it worse.

I went shopping at lunch today, and I think that was the beginning of this darkness. The noise, the crowds, the awful muzak, the stores peddling tons and tons of useless junk. I went intent on getting in the spirit, and left in less than 30 minutes, empty handed and wondering why this tradition keeps annoying me so much more every year. Storm clouds have followed me the rest of the day.

Where is my bliss? This consumer economy that seems to make so many people happy, has the totally opposite effect on me.

Humor? No nothing is funny when I'm in this mood. Socialize? I don't like being around or talking to people, it seems to make the mood worse. Drugs? No, been there, done that. Just made me numb. It was like my brain stopped working.

There is one thing that I know will work, and I'm about to succumb to my favorite addiction, just thinking about it is already putting me in a better mood. Maybe on my long run I can come up with something happier than this waste of a blog post.

Friday Dog Link

December 14, 2006

Cultural Tyranny

Most of the controversy over the primitive "Pledge of Allegiance" has been over the words "Under God". This affirmation of nationalism is being taught to young children before they have the chance to develop the thinking skills neccesary to determine the morality and ethics of their homeland government.

The Pledge of Allegiance was written for the popular children's magazine Youth's Companion by socialist author and Baptist minister Francis Bellamy on September 7, 1892. It was an advertising campaign to sell flags. (On a side note, the original salute to the flag was similar to the salute used by soldiers of Nazi Germany, it was called the Bellamy Salute.)

The words "Under God" did not appear in the original advertisment.

Even if the offensive words "under God" were removed, the Pledge of Allegiance would still be reprehensible. It is a generalized, undefined, unlimited oath of loyalty, which cannot be ethically meaningful or legally binding.

(Notice the resemblance to an undeclared, global, perpetual war of terror?)

When an oath is declared (to tell the truth or defend the Constitution) some specificity is required for an informed and intended decision to make that pledge.

Even then, such a promise is not infinite. For example, a soldier who has sworn his duty cannot be compelled to commit an atrocity.

The Pledge of Allegiance is oxymoronic. It ends with a proclamation that vaguely glorifies liberty and justice, but the pledge begins with a proclamation that is anathema to liberty and justice: swearing fidelity to symbol, rather than meaning and giving honor to nation, rather than ethic.

Anyone who recites this pledge is, knowingly or obliviously, either a slave or a liar. Requiring teachers to lead a daily/weekly convocation ritual among the youngest children required to attend is (totalitarian brainwashing?, cultural tyranny?)

Until the pledge is abolished from most public settings, it would be helpful for parents to teach their children to wait outside any classroom until the ritual is over and then attend class to learn critical thinking.

I pledge allegiance to the Earth
And the kingdoms she contains
And to the body of the solar system
And her shining heart, the Sun
Maintainer of all life
And I pledge allegiance to the timeless, living Creator of the Universe
Which is inside me, and outside me
And everywhere

December 13, 2006

Treading Lightly

Most Wilderness hikers with an appropriate sense of nature follow the practice of leaving no trace of their presence in the wild. There is a skill in learning not to destroy, break, or tread heavily around trees, underbrush, or paths, or leaving campsite use invisible to others. It is satisfying visiting a spot and leaving it as it were untouched, where successive hikers would not notice that anyone was ever at that same spot, just as I enjoy that experience when I'm out hiking.

I take this philosophy one step further. That is if I find a spot that has been visited and left scarred by passing humans who live only for themselves, I will take the time to return the place to erase the effects of uncaring visitors. To be the first, or the last, it should make no difference.

Shouldn't it be the same in life? In all you do?

It doesn't mean sitting at home and do nothing, it means doing all you do with care and consideration. Instead of maximizing our consumption of resources, we should live on this earth and leave it as untouched as possible. Minimizing the evidence of our existence, except in the minds of other humans. And if we find a place where uncaring humans have left too much confirmation of their visit, we should make every effort to erase those scars from that place.

It is so hard to do that in a modern society without being viewed as an eccentric freak.

December 12, 2006

One Year Ago

I started this blog one year ago today with this first entry:

First entry

Some of those words became part of my DISCLAIMER on the bottom of right frame of my blog.

I started this blog to get some of these voices out of my head and to have record of my opinions. A big reason was the politics and the direction of the country. I knew our Leader Dearest was bad news and the decisions about Iraq were wrong, but I had had no record. Since I was moving around so much, no one really knew my opinions at the beginning of this mess. So now when I have a opinion on a political matter, as well as anything else that pops into my head, I document them here. I don't usually pay much attention to the political nonsense, and you won't find many posts with that theme, but when I do have something to say, I want an outlet and a record.

You will find few posts about religion, which I find is even more nonsensical than politics. Mostly this blog is just my random thoughts of the day, sadness and joy, frustrations and successes. It is a form of therapy.

I have found many people with similar thinking, and found some wonderful blog friends. Thanks to all my regular readers.

I Toast you all. Blog On.

December 11, 2006

Freaking Monday

This weekend was nice and relaxing, but went by so quick. There were no voices, just endless music playing in my head. Days like that are so nice. Must be the endorphines from long runs on Saturday and Sunday.

Then Monday comes along, and it is one of those days where everything is annoying. Slow drivers; one other driver on the road, and that slow idiot has to be in front of me, in a no passing zone. At least do the bloody speed limit! All the damn lights are turning red just as I approach, can't somebody get these lights in synch. People at work are talking too loud, the managers are in the corner laughing very loudly, comparing their weekend golf scores and the football games. I can't freaking think. The mind meter in my head has gone from "Bliss" to "Overload" in just a matter of minutes.

Someone better get the freaking Helliday decorations away from my desk or they are all going in the trash.

December 8, 2006

"... As the New York sunset disappeared..."

Empty Garden

What happened here
As the New York sunset disappeared
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And now it all looks strange
It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain

And what's it for
This little empty garden by the brownstone door
And in the cracks along the sidewalk
nothing grows no more

Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And we are so amazed
we're crippled and we're dazed
A gardener like that one no one can replace

And I've been knocking but no one answers
And I've been knocking most all the day
Oh and I've been calling
oh hey hey Johnny
Can't you come out to play

And through their tears
Some say he farmed his best in younger years
But he'd have said that roots grow stronger
if only he could hear
Who lived there

He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
Now we pray for rain, and with every drop that falls
We hear, we hear your name

Johnny can't you come out to play in your empty garden

- Empty Garden, Music by Elton John, Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

in Memory of John Lennon, 9 October 1940 – 8 December 1980

For your Friday Spirituality. Listen to John Lennon's Imagine. Shed a tear.

Note: (Dog/Spirituality Friday blogging will return next week).

December 6, 2006

Learning to Fly

Where is my place in modern society? I am a raging grumpy middle-aged man with blue-collars roots, a white-collar life, and radical ideas. NO, I won’t change, no I won’t live your way of life. I’m a homebody because the world has become uninteresting and I can’t understand why people live like they do. I’ve caused mental damage to myself, I’ve lost most of my battles, I struggle with my ideals and have been wounded and hung on a cross because I won’t conform.

All I ask is that you listen and consider my pointless point-of-views without blocking it out as soon as I say the first word. Why is my heart always breaking? I will put my foot in my mouth and my heart on my sleeve, as they stab me in the back, misunderstanding what I want to say. My intentions are good and positive for everybody.

Instead, everyone closes their minds, so I just sit at home with my door locked, review my beliefs and successes. And You know what, I want you to think of me as that raging psycho old man, it makes me feel good and entrenches my imaginary standard of excellence. I believe I’m old enough to know, I believe my rage is righteous and my causes are noble, even though some days its a struggle to survive.

But you know what matters the MOST! Life goes on no matter who is wrong or right!

While I'm up, can I get you another Beer.

How in the world you gonna see,
Laughin' at fools like me,
Who on earth d'you think you are,
A super star,
Well, right you are.
- Instant Karma, John Lennon

December 5, 2006


This is what came up on my "Word of the Day" on Saturday:

machination: a crafty scheme intended to accomplish some usually evil end.

The first thing that comes to mind is our "Leader Dearest".

Can you use it in a sentence?

December 4, 2006

The List

Every year at this time, family and friends start asking me what I want for, uh, y'know, "that" holiday. Every year I tell them the same thing. What I want, can't be bought, or given to me. What I want is "World Peace". (It's a link, click on it. p-p-p-p-please!)

The greed of the material world prevents "World Peace" from EVER becoming a reality.

I don't want more stuff. Some people have told me to quit pretending to be humble, and just tell them what I want, everybody wants something. My humility is not false. I don't want or need anything and if I did, I'd get it. I don't like getting more "stuff", more material goods, it's stresses me out, it really does. It also makes life more complicated, and I don't need that, I like simplicity.

So I made a "List" of my desires:

World Peace.
Warmth in the winter.
A cool place in the summer.
A break from work.
Distraction from boredom.
Sleep at night.
Breakfast at Dawn.
Company when lonely.
Privacy when there's none.
Sunshine on a cloudy day.
A shady tree in the sunshine.
A song.
A shave and a haircut (two bits).

I cannot be anyone other than who I am. To wish me to be different, is the same as rejecting me.

December 3, 2006

Oh, For the Love of Dog


I forgot the Friday Dog blogging. My life has been so busy the last couple of days that it completely slipped my mind. So here is a late "Friday" Dog/Spirituality post:

(Click on picture to view the Amazon page for this book)

I find that stories of animals are much more interesting than stories about humans.

December 2, 2006

Altered Views

I have been a bit overwhelmed the last few days, with few opportunities to bore you with my missives.

When I'm out driving, looking at all the religious, patriotic bigotry I see plastered on the fenders and bumpers of the cars, I just want to scream. Why is wisdom so unpopular? In the U.S., what do we do with our free speech? It's wasted on ignorant human weaknesses.

So, I leave you with an alternative. Here are just a few samples, to view them all, click here: PeaceMonger Bumper Stickers

Also, check out the blueberry's Bumper Wisdom at Texas Oasis

December 1, 2006

Here I Am

Busy, Busy, Busy

Update to the Weirdo Tag, this is me: niCk in Sinfest