In The Slammer Again

Short note. I won’t be on Facebook for a week … My crime? Someone falsely claimed that I had friends who rioted in DC on January 6th, and that I supported their actions. I said no, I didn’t know a single person who rioted. He said well, maybe “friends” was the wrong word, but people…

Once More Into The Breach, Dear Friends

Today, I needed to clear the final recall notice on my faithful Ram pickup. So of course, as is my habit, after dropping the truck off at the dealers I went to talk to the homeless folks. I’ve written about this curious habit of mine in previous posts entitled “Fixing The Brakes“, “Fixing The EGR“,…

Totalitarian Censorship

This is getting ludicrous. First, I was busted by Facebook for posting a National Geographic picture of some Papua New Guinea guys wearing penis gourds, as they do there. Nothing obscene, just guys in their native dress. NatGeo. Off limits. No jail time, just a warning. Then I got 24 hours in Facebook Jail for…

On Historical Responsibility

So let me get this straight. The Dixie Chicks had to change their names because “Dixie” has a historical association with slavery. Confederate flags are banned because of a historical association with slavery. A fraternity can’t have an “antebellum” party because of a historical association with slavery. Statues of Robert E. Lee are being toppled…

The Walking Wounded

Once again, I had to take my Ram pickup truck to the dealer. This time, it was just to make sure it was OK before the warranty ran out. And once again, I bought a pack of smokes and went out to talk to the homeless.  The first people I ran into were Mack and…

Women Are Not Men … Who Knew?

I see that 10% Joe has issued an Executive Order that any high-school boy who can put on a dress and sing a verse of “Man, I Feel Like A Woman” is legally entitled to take showers with high-school girls, because feelings. Yeah, what could possibly go wrong with that? I mean, no teenaged boy,…

Of Passion And Compassion

After I wrote my most recent piece about wandering around in the world of the homeless, called “Fixing The EGR“, some folks accused me of being compassionate. Funny, but I don’t see it that way at all, for a couple of reasons. The first reason is that we grew up without much money. My “new”…

Fixing the EGR

My faithful Ram 1500 had a recall notice for the Exhaust Gas Recirculating system. They said it would take about four hours, so I figured I’d wander the streets of Santa Rosa. In a previous post called “Fixing The Brakes” I spoke about how I think it’s wrong to ignore the homeless. I don’t mean…

Ranger Rick

In this New Year, to counterbalance these most fractious times I thought I’d tell a tale of humanity and caring. I’ve had the privilege of living in a wide variety of countries and societies. And having not always been entirely sane myself, one way that I judge societies is by how they handle their crazy folks.…