We've been at this for a while now: seems like half a century! (give or take a decade). I was going to send this as a private email, but when I clicked through my windows, this one popped up with last year's Mother's Day post. It's never done that before (as far as I can … Continue reading Mother’s Day … Again
I love writing. I'm not good at basketball, or engineering, or not crying during Disney movies, but I love to write. It's like a hypnotically therapeutic dance wherein I partner with the world and myself. It's my cup of essence poured into the sea of life. Words are colors that we only see when the … Continue reading Let there be balance
I don't know a lot about car or bike racing, so I figure these are two things I should definitely weave into an analogy. Drafting: (not forcing people into military service or designing buildings) sticking close to the leader in order to better your own progress. Aerodynamics somehow work with windspeed and stuff to make … Continue reading Sacrifice The Goat (Part 3): Endgame
My name is Dan. This is my blog. I am from Texas, but I live in Florida, now. I am still hesitant to put my real info out here because of my job. I am a teacher. In this day and age of progressivism, if I were gay, transgender, black, or a communist that would … Continue reading This is Today: November 11
And the soul still burns. By now, the goat has moved from stunned surprise to acknowledgement of imminent demise. Its grip on life is as tenuous as social media's grip on reality. Death is but a heartbeat away. Capitalism vs. Socialism. Spoiler: Socialism loses, badly. Socialism is mechanized and rigid. It grows roots and pushes … Continue reading Sacrifice the Goat (pt. 2): To the Bone
The goat walked down the path and looked carefully from side to side. It was only a goat, and the world was ever so big. Every tree seemed to spring forward with alarming force. The leaves were angry fists, shaking in the wind. Even the wind whispered warning, and the sun was a spotlight on … Continue reading Sacrifice the Goat (Part 1)
It keeps coming up, every year, like a very lazy, but consistent, gopher. Of course, like all holidays it is profitable catalyst for the various businesses and industries that prey on nostalgia, veiled acrimony, and pregnant guilt. Mother's Day! Actually, if you look at my post from last year, you will see that the name … Continue reading Mother’s Day, again
Those were the words that rang in the minds of His followers. The men and women He had led were now bereft of love beyond compare. Dreams of the future were quickly turning into nightmares. His death spoke ominously of their own prospects. It meant something powerful to them. Does it to us? Or is … Continue reading He’s Dead
If you have sixteen strangers stranded on an island, and you really want them to kill each other, what do you do? The easiest thing is to give half of them headbands with the word privilege featured prominently on the front. Words are so powerful, and that power is so easily overlooked. It is easier … Continue reading Why privilege?
I am running for president in 2020. I will dominate and destroy all opposition. Anyone who thinks about running should consider themselves lucky that they are getting this advance notice of my impending occupation of our nation's highest office. Upon winning, I will paint the White House red (literally), make Mr. Feeny the Secretary of … Continue reading Hesitant President
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