A devastating article.

Times have truly changed, I must be middle aged (so-called), because that environment is just not how it was in 1990 when I graduated with my B.S. I had an OK job in a month. I had a real job in two months, that was contract for a year. A year later I had a real job, in a place I liked, at tolerable pay: enough to get an apartment and start to build up my nut. Couple years...

(Blogging as a commentary):

"subsistence outlaws?" Is that neo-PC code for highwaymen, brigands, and pirates? ...

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Last Friday, couple days ago only, female friend of mine (of many years) texts me "she wants to crash at my place." This is not unusual, when she gets a little tanked up, and it's OK logistically because she lives out hell and gone with her kids and I'd rather have her safe than sorry when partying Eastside.

I'm something of a homebody, usually, saving the world from me after dark rather than the other way around, as I like to explain it.

No; she says "...can...

Every once in awhile, I accidentally read something by George Soros. Foolishly, today I “deliberately" read something by this monster and am now apoplectic.

This man is despicable, folks. On so many levels, for so many years, I can’t even begin. He bears the greatest responsibility for funding the perversion that has nearly wrecked my country the past eight years, and may now thankfully…finally…be swept away under a tide of American patriotism and nationalism. And...