On July 4th, 1776, fifty-six men came together and declared themselves and their people free. Among many of their grievances to the King of Britain were the following: He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance. He has affected to …
Ding, dong, the silly little man is dead. ˈded “Mistah Kurtz, he dead.” “He’s dead, Jim.” I couldn’t think of a cuter, cuddlier oppressor than this one. From his personal downing of passenger jets, to his over-sized glasses, Saddam’s mustache had nothing on this tubby little ball of Korean butter. Even the way he looked at things was cute. Perhaps …
I’m close-to-officially changing my first name to Tomás. My people were potato farmers. They farmed only one kind of potato. My people were also cherry-pickers who grew corn before they picked cherries. They made a lot of things out of corn. The potato farmers got sick and had to leave their country. The corn-farmer inside …
In the event aliens land and tell us all the secrets of the flower of life, many of us will be ready whether we know it, or not. Look at the people occupying places. They have realized the voice inside their head is a larger voice and have taken action to procure it. Look at …
Tax the rich – forget about the fact that all of their money combined wouldn’t fix our problems. Ship the immigrants out; deny the hardworking ones amnesty and throw away much needed taxpayer money, and much needed home owners. Here’s an idea: find illegals with enough money to buy a house and let them buy …
The trees are among us. We are people. It’s not “windswept” it’s: the wind is swept. Wind has nothing to do with how you feel. The Indians, both of them, were wrong about that. I’m not, but I feel old. After some years, you see yourself’s face in the mirror and say, “I’m old.”, even …
A room with: a baby grand Steinway, a tree in a pot, a lemon tree, a clown running in place (only when I summon him/it), a shrimp buffet-tent (several preparations of shrimp), an elevator that takes me to an observation lounge where Patrick Stewart, Levar Burton and Jonathan Frakes are sitting at a table, an …
Desire and rampant sportsmanship. Sports have superseded everything of importance. Greasy, comb-over sellouts pose as Bank CEOs and take the money away from the country. Meanwhile, Bobby is getting ready for his football game and it is safe to assume the townsfolk care more about the game than a country is being sunk from the inside …
And now for round 2,339 of Tomlaverty-dot-com/net/org/biz/info. Let’s see how long this one lasts.
It appears as though I am a flake. I name myself a flake. It takes one to know one. Get into it – flaking out once in a while. Sometimes you need to not show up for things. I don’t do it very often but when I do it I do it very premeditatedly. There …