Thursday, September 24, 2020

Pork Belly Politics


Wednesday, September 23, 2020

DAYS in a Daze


The makings of the Soap DAYS:


Director:  Action:


Director:  Where is everybody?

Cameraman:  The writers wrote them out; sent them on trips.

Director:  Huh?  How?

Cameraman:  Eric went to Africa to help out with an epidemic;  Sandy went back to her home in France; Christian is going to prison;  Will & Whathizname their name left  for a new job in another state; Bo killed,   Gabi & Rafi Hernandez went to Mexico to save their mother, Hope, who knows,  John Black is in a coma, Whathizname is chasing his tale; Victor too old and grumpy to do nothing but sit around and complaoin and Hope’s daughter killed in a car explosion but they never found a body, so is she dead or not?   and the whole acting staff imploded itself, gone!  Poof!  The writers created   them into this world and they now they deleted them.

The payroll has been cut, that is what the producers wanted wanted isn’t it?

No more human interaction, no more human friction.  No more exciting stories.

Never more.


Or time proportions have different rules in soaps.  I have seen heated conversations last two weeks (without a pee break).  So, we might just be between the period of the last sentence and the new sentence.

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

The Teachings of Trump


Monday, September 21, 2020


 SUNDAY FUNNIES!! had to step aside yesterday and bow its head in respect for the memory of Super Dog Willow.

Chicmauga was a huge battle in the Civil War.  As far as casualties go it was second on to The Battle of Getteysburg.  Abe Lincoln's brother-in-law a Federal General was killed in this battle.  It is near Dalton, Georgia, a big park.  You should go see it sometime, it is very interesting.

Story by EC War comics editor Harvey Kurtzman and History and art by Georgia born & cornfed, Jack Davis.

As always, click on image to make it bigger and more interesting.

Sunday, September 20, 2020

Thank You Willow


Willow died one year ago today. 

The only problem is nobody told Willow.  In the past year she has cold-nosed the back of my bare leg; licked my fingers in the dark; lie in the shadow under the table, in front of where I sit and gently paw my foot; looking at me sadly;  make gnawing sounds;  pant to make it look like she is smiling and enjoying life; whine; sneeze; and letting little little farts.

I never actually see her near me but I can sense her in my peripheral vision.  She is there alright.

When I walk daily, I sense she is near, walking per our selected pace beside me, stopping to smell something and then catch up with me.

Thank you Willow for not leaving yet.


Saturday, September 19, 2020

Matter of Princple


Friday, September 18, 2020

Obama is Black


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