Before the last presidential election, Obama’s religious mentor was Rev. Wright. The Reverend was angry and outright anti-American. Yet Obama sat in front of him for years, taking in Wright’s philosophies. Obama’s association with Wright almost cost Obama my vote. Had McCain selected a better vice presidential candidate than Sarah Palin, I very possibly could have voted for McCain, all because of Rev. Wright. Obama finally got his wits about him and ditched Wright, but that did not entirely...

It takes a little imagination, but I think most human faces vaguely resemble some other animal. I have long since concluded that I have an owl face, a long-eared owl, to be exact. It is most obvious to me when I’m glaring, mouth closed, directly at the mirror. I look like a long-eared owl because my eyes are a little too far apart, and they droop a bit. I resemble this specie of owl especially when I’m having a bad hair day. On occasion I have told people that I look like an owl. This usually...

I’ve heard people say that they are an “easy laugh”. I guess comedians want such people in their audience. I’m actually an easy laugh too. Oddly, I’m also an easy cry. I’m a big crybaby.

Two days ago I hit a coyote while driving down a small road that cuts through the desert near where I live. He ran out in front of me and I had no time to react. It was about 7 PM and the byway gets very little traffic, so no other vehicles were around. I pulled off the road and jogged...

I think God did okay work designing and constructing planet Earth, but He did not do a great job, and God is supposedly great, right? The trouble is; God did not use enough imagination. It was imaginative to come up with the Laws of Physics, and all of the chemical elements. And the creation of life was inspired, but once He got beyond those things, God seemed to run out of motivation.

If I were God I would have made a species or two of giant bird, sort of similar to the whales...

Since this is an internet blog and hopefully no one knows who I am, I will revisit yesterday evening when three women talked about s-e-x. For reasons I cannot explain, I feel the need to chronicle the night and I might as well do it now, first thing in the morning. Forgive me if I have a few misspellings or a neglected comma. I haven’t had my coffee yet and I’m still a bit foggy-headed from last evening.

I’m a movie buff. I’m perfectly willing to spend an evening alone...