On a cold morning, on the 15th of January, 2009, US Airways Captain Chesley “Sully” Sullenberger stated a dreaded three-word sentence over his plane’s intercom system: Brace for Impact.
It all happened back in the Fabulous Fifties. It began in Salty’s all-night restaurant.
“Violence is the last refuse of the incompetent.” Isaac Asimov Their game is relentless agitation, of the sort that disrupts society for most everyone. There are two kinds of spirits that pass on to the next world: those who are truly free and those who suffer over their material losses. One is ready […]
Donald Trump’s oft repeated campaign promise to build a wall is not only not advisable, it’s a bad idea.
There was a fire burning in his gut, but his life force seemed frozen. He sat alone in the darkened bedroom of his Tennessee home, staring at the fireplace, trying to thaw his soul.
Like a bellowing stag with a high-powered bullet in his chest, those of our once beloved institutions howl the death throes of America with their insistence for unfettered immigration.
In a better read, more educated America, the banking oligarchs (who own and control the American media) made sure their TV news outlets only employed the latest in sophisticated propaganda techniques.
The American media keeps promoting the concept of a Russian hack of the DNC emails. There was likely no hack, but there was a leak from a Democratic insider.
The mass political ignorance of Americans has long been killing America. From the educated upper middle class of Republicans to the uneducated, unskilled Blacks of the Democratic Party, political ignorance has reigned supreme.
The duly democratically elected president of Syria, Bashar al-Assad, asked Russian president Vladimir Putin to come to his country’s aid and defense against the various terrorist factions arrayed against the people and government of Syria.
Most Americans believe many popular untruths and have a resistance to unpopular truths. Too many of us are led by popular opinions, which are usually incorrect.
The elephant is the controlled media’s constant attempts to distort reality in the minds of their viewers.
Term limits! We need Citizen Legislators, not Career Politicians.
Written on its original papyrus, and safely secured in a dusty museum, is an ancient story entitled The Doomed Prince.
Our ever widening Black/White racial divide has been stealthily, assiduously, and deceitfully fabricated by those who profess egalitarianism for our American Black race …
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Free will is the power of choosing the positive or the negative – good or evil.
In our current reality there is but one overriding game being played: we either expand the connection to our soul family or lose that familiar bond.
When we talk about compassion we talk in terms of being kind. But compassion is not so much being kind; it is being creative [enough] to wake a person up..
Today, one percent of the people in the United States (plus the 0.001% of the world’s elite) are dedicated to creating as much chaos, misery, and death as is possible. Attempting to gentrify those soulless thugs is an utter waste of time and effort.
First, the establishment mandated that all American children had to suffer years of indoctrination – the inculcation of statist doctrines in free public schools.
It was the first day of my marketing class in college. All my classmates were at their desks waiting for our professor to arrive.
Americans owe the Japanese and German peoples tremendous moral and material debts that might never be fully repaid.
Pinky, must you continue to dress Doug in dresses? My god, woman, one day the boy’ll be a soldier.
Not so long ago, in a far away land there lived a benign ruler of a diverse people, a people who had little history of being a territorially distinct nation.
No matter what the people of the world want or need there is a collection of negative agendas that are rolling over humanity despite all protests.
Pinky, must you continue to dress Doug in dresses? My God, woman, one day the boy’ll be a soldier.
One late, foggy, wintery night, a man and his wife were returning home from an out-of-town trip. Anxious to find a gas station and a motel, the man decided to take the first exit off the highway he came to.
It was thirteen minutes after 3:00 a.m. on a dark and rainy Sunday morning. A doctor was carefully driving home from a hospital.*
She knew it was a bizarre question, perhaps a crazed thought; but it had been bothering her ever since George had made his decision – a decision for himself, her, and their three young girls.