Some Alt-Right lyrics for you:
(sung to Elton John’s ‘The Greatest Discovery’)
Peering out of tiny eyes
the ruddy hands, the old man smell
The orange tan and wig coiffure
The Trump we know, the one we endure
His little …
Month: November 2016
Night of a Million Stars
(written August 1999, published today)
The night’s complete satisfactions
are not freely given,
for no man deserves finer gifts
than those earned by intuition.
Impoverished souls are not excepted
and none are strangers where
the stars shine in the light …
The Man Upstairs (Mr. Schwartz)
(written 2015/10/20, posted today)
What if there was no God? I don’t mean: ‘What if there was no God anymore,’ or ‘There was a God but now He is gone.’ I mean what if there never was God in any …
Day Two check-plus: Trumpening
Well, we’ve made a fine mess of it now. I understand that Donald Trump has just been elected by “disgruntled non-college graduate white men” to name a few. How sad for them and likewise us poor schmucks who went to …
Day Two plus: Dónde está la biblioteca? (where is the library)
Okay, so I started my blog and didn’t bother to put up any entries for the first year or so. Sue me. I was trying to let the site age like a fine wine or maybe I was just lazy, …