Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Obvious Truth


If you have faith in its published statistics, the safest place to escape contracting the coronavirus ... or dying from it ... is to move to China. — Anon.


Sunday, March 29, 2020

Home Garden


For all of you home-bound virus avoiders who are consumed with agita ... you might think about planning this summer’s garden ... and maybe even turning the soil in preparation for planting. This might get you thinking about life instead of death.

Tuesday, July 09, 2019

Rememberance


Beyond death, one’s soul lives on at least through remembrance. — Anon.

Sunday, September 02, 2018

Obvious Truth #12


Nothing has helped John McCain's legacy more than his choice of enemies. -- Anon.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Quotable Quote


Death is Nature's way of telling you to slow down -- restroom graffiti

Afterthought: Death is the period at the end of life's sentence.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Growing Old


A major annoyance of growing old is the diminishment of our senses: sight, hearing, taste, smell, etc. (etc. is a big one). However, the real pain and pathos comes from our shrinking circle of friends and family. Death too often then becomes our escape from numbness and isolation.

Those Silicon Valley moguls who think that they will live hundreds of years might have second thoughts as they stumble upon these realities.

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

Low Blow


I am going to role-play like a Democrat on this blog post. Yes, I am going to stretch the truth, be a low-life demagogue, and "not let a crisis go to waste" as Rahm Emanuel would propound. Unfortunately I will not have the majority of the national media backing me up in the low blow that I am about to throw. So therefore I really don't expect these half-truths to catch the imagination of the American voters. In a sense I will be pissing up a rope ... but, what the hay, here goes ...

As we all know the United States suffered a massive influx of young  illegal immigrant children from Central America this past summer ...  all under suspicious circumstances ... for no other reason than Mexico looked the other way to these transients ... when it normally would have stopped them at its southern border and sent them back home. This was then combined with the United States Immigration Service's many suspicious dealings with these waifs. It wouldn't allow the press to interview them, it dispersed them throughout all the fifty states without indicating to where they were resettled, and, finally it never did any rigorous health screenings on these children ... all very suspicious and unsettling.

Now comes the zinger, a significant number of our native children throughout our country are now coming down with a novel enterovirus of unknown origin ... see: USA Today Story. One child in Rhode Island has already died and many others are suffering the strange after-effect of a mysterious paralysis. Can these illnesses be connected to this summer's massive Central American influx ... where this type of illness is more commonplace? (See: The Gateway Pundit.)  We might never know because of the conspiratorial secrecy of our Immigration Service. But this could turn out to be an extremely disturbing miscalculation on the part of the Obama administration. Because of the seriousness of this speculation, it requires itself to be investigated in Congress ... particularly before the November elections.

I think that all American parents need to appreciate better the possible danger that now lurks in our nation's schools ... maybe as a result of the Obama administration's political intrigue.

Afterward: If you think that I was unfair with my above yellow journalism, then read the following: Breitbar Story and point out how I was any different.

Sunday, November 06, 2011

The Grimacing Reaper


Upon the death of my friend, Sambo.



Death hangs onto my shoulder,
Like a younger sibling.
He has been with me forever.
I cannot shake him,
Although, so far, he has let me be.
He has scythed many family and friends,
But why has he not harvested me?
Perhaps he has a sense of humor …