BOOMERS ANONYMOUS -- Care or Quit?

I like words. But words don't like me. The more I try and use them, the more they stick around, and the more they haunt me for using them. Using the wrong words can get you in trouble. Sometimes, words make ME laugh. Sometimes, words make OTHER PEOPLE laugh. And sometimes, words make other people BIG MAD. The internet is a big place. It is bigger than I imagined when I first connected to it with an IBM clone , running MS-DOS on a x286 CPU through a 14.4K baud dail-up modem in 1994. Back then, we lived out of a two-bedroom apartment, and I worked graveyard shifts to help raise our newborn baby girl. My my, hey hey. It is the best of times. It is the wierdest of times. It is time to communicate on another level because words to not do justice to explain reality. Justice seeks  --- its own resolution. Justice pays  --- no heed to the foibles of human desire.  What is the point?  I haven't posted since before what's-his-name was inaugurated to preside over the disso...

Do you hear Sopranos? Start here . Do you see part of the image above circled in red?  What the heck are those? Why are they hovering above the chamber of the House?  Apparently, they live . As you and I keep calm and cope with corporate media dialectics, staying the Babylonian money magic stream of lies pitting: left against right, conservatives versus liberals  male versus female black versus white  and of course, the currently popular diametric Russia versus Ukraine, that old imperial strategy seems destined for failure. It is time for the causes of our national malaise to fail, and to fail in catastrophic ways.  "Choose a side," they implored us. "Don't worry," they assured us. "We can fix this.  Yes, we can ."  Well, sorry, Your Highnesses, but that divide and conquer strategy is old and worn. It is dead. It started to die at Runnymeade. It got worse for you in Trenton. Your destiny was sealed in the fields of Normandy and the streets of Mosc...