All hell is breaking loose in Europe. Initially, the charge of xenophobia was hurled at those who said that Muslim migrants wouldn’t assimilate into the mainstream cultures. Then many of the migrants began proving that they were indeed not interested in assimilating. 01/02/2016 – STOCKHOLM, Sweden – Junior rapist escaped detention A 16 year old…
I hate masks
October 31, 2015
Tonight in the US is Halloween, a very metaphorical celebration for me. The light on my front porch is off, signalling to those who wear masks that I’m not approachable. I don’t reward those who conceal who they really are. Actually, my mother, Tim, and I stopped handing out candy several years ago. Teenagers without…
An old post because I’m too tired
April 8, 2015
I’m too tired to write a new post. Today was lousy, full of ugliness and negativity. Tomorrow will be better. Recycled December 6, 2013, was an extremely unpleasant day. I’ll be glad to see the end of 2013. Annus horriblus. Tim and I have been saying for ages, “The next year cannot possibly be worse…
Why there’s no Website memorial to my mother
April 9, 2014
Someone asked me why there’s no Website memorial to my mother. The answer is that it’s too soon. Mom and Dad were both diagnosed with cancer on January 16, 2013. Dad’s death was a blitz attack that ended on February 23, 2013. Mom’s death was a siege that lasted six months. For more than five…
It was defenestration
December 7, 2013
December 6, 2013, was an extremely unpleasant day. I’ll be glad to see the end of 2013. Annus horriblus. Tim and I have been saying for ages, “The next year cannot possibly be worse than this one was,” and then it would be. Well, 2014 cannot possibly be worse than 2013 because this year was…
Trees were unclean
September 2, 2013
My father hated trees. In his world, trees were unclean. He hated the leaves they dropped, and he hated the shade they provided. To him, shade connoted sloth and secrets. Shade trees in your yard meant you were lazy and had something to hide. A moral, upright man had no trees. The lawn of a…