Saturday, October 23, 2010

Yoopernatural alert!

Shameless plug: visit my Yoopernatural page at www.yoopernatural.com and treat yourself to a cheap download of "Bedderhoff Dead" via Smashwords or Amazon Kindle. That will have to do till I plumb the depths of Print on Demand. (Coming eventually. I hope.)

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Election Year Again

I'm at an age where I can look back on election campaigns of the past and remember, seeing ads on TV, thinking: "I like that guy! I want to vote for him!"

(Of course about 90% of the time the guys I see on TV were not in my voting district, hence not on my ballot, so I couldn't vote for them, and the names that were on my ballot were totally unfamiliar to me. But that's another story.)

But for the past few years I have not been able to say, or think, or even consider thinking, "I like that guy! I'm going to vote for him!"

I don't like any of them! I loathe them all, every single one of them. They are vicious, muckraking, lying, cheating, stealing, mother-selling, monomaniacal sociopaths to the last one. We all think we know that negative campaigning doesn't work. But obviously it does. Or if it doesn't, who can tell? It just gets worse every year, and in the end one of the lying, boorish sociopaths eventually wins, and they they can all look back and say "well, our campaign worked!!!" No, it just won by default. Would that there were a way to make them all lose!!! Go home empty-handed, whipped, beaten, chastened, crying for their mothers, and hanging their heads in shame. But unfortunately, someone's always going to "win," and the egomania will feed on itself, and they'll go out and do it again. (Too bad they can't just chalk up victory to wearing the same lucky socks every year.)

It ain't a Republican thing. It ain't a Democratic thing. It's embarrassing. It's a disgrace. And if any one of them had any conscience at all, any sense of propriety or decency, they would just stop. Now. Is there no shame?

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Back to Deathe


I think it's time to get back to Deathe, the little village in Michigan's Upper Peninsula where strange things happen. Maybe something new will happen. In the meantime, maybe it's time to report on things that have already happened. The U.P. calls.