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My Last ( Electoral ) Dance

My Last ( Electoral ) Dance

Here I am stranded on this island called Dumarika. Being a baby boomer this writer can recall the days when this place was never as dumb as it is now. Don’t get me wrong, this was always home to many fitting the description of Dumb, but never such a preponderance. I...
Late Summer ’70

Late Summer ’70

When you’re 20, full of piss and vinegar, you can open up to so much. That was the year, 1970, when dreams seemed so real. This writer had just returned from a brief summer in Virginia Beach, Virginia. This was but the second time I ever was away from my parents’...
Comfortably Numb

Comfortably Numb

Just a little pinprick There’ll be no more, ah But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do believe it’s working, good That’ll keep you going through the show Come on it’s time to go There is no pain you are receding A distant ship, smoke on the horizon You...
The Fault Dear Citizens….

The Fault Dear Citizens….

” … Is not in our stars but in ourselves”. Paraphrased right out of Shakespeare ( Julius Caesar) you have it in a nutshell, for all of you, like myself, who actually vote. It seems that during each and every major election cycle the masters of empire make sure to give...
D & D Amerika

D & D Amerika

Coming from Brooklyn, NYC, and having a dad who was both a longshoreman and bookmaker, this writer knows a ‘ thing or two about a thing or two’ concerning the mob. In colloquial terms when someone knows something about an illegal act and keeps his or her mouth shut,...