Lavinia Did It.
The President of the United States sat at his desk with his head in his hands. No way this was getting any worse. He’d just turned the corner, the economy was coming back, and now this fiasco. “Admirals, I want … Continue reading →
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Another Week Of Bleak.
Tomorrow we resume flash fiction for the confined. Today, however, you get one of my patented posts designed to make the stupid uncomfortable, the brilliant cheer, and no matter what else, the time pass before all the snow melts and … Continue reading →
That Was One Long Dry Spell, And I’m Glad It’s Over.
[Authors note: This was written months ago, and my wife asked me not to publish it at the time. Not exactly smart to taunt the Devil, and she thought this fell into that category. She was probably right. Read on … Continue reading →
Say, Mr. President, We Need To Have A Chat.
Mr. President, we need to talk about a couple of issues that are on my mind. I love what you’re doing with the nation’s economy. I endorse your foreign policy stance. I fully support you firing anyone you want – … Continue reading →
Please Return To Your Seat. After You Wash Your Hands With Dove.
I was going to write a blog last week that criticized several major figures in the news. I was going to make it completely generic, and then at the very end point out that those of you who agreed with … Continue reading →