Posts in category "Guns"

Get the hell out of Chicago, before you're a gunshot statistic (that is, if counted)

Finally pulling up big girl knickers to read Elie Wiesel’s legendary autobiographical book “Night”, one portion stabbed my memory like an icicle to my heart. The remembrance of his father who would not or could not move from the darkening violence that was coming. Violence that came to be called, The Holocaust. Memory is slippery,... Read more »

The Gun Shots Heard Round the World; Death the American Way

The 50 dead (so far) in Orlando from the latest and greatest number of dead from a USA mass shooting shows in dying red that America is Number One in something! Mass murders. We’ve made America Great Again, at something. Aren’t we proud? Where are the cheers of the Trump-inistas, “We’re Number ONE, We’re number ONE”? Pay... Read more »

What's the matter with the USA? (Psst. It's become 3rd rate, 3rd World)

As we enter Memorial Day weekend and American brains shift into SUMMER mode (especially in Western Massachusetts where the weather has an unusual fever of 90F as of today), can we discuss what’s not working in the USA besides US Congress starring Speaker Paul Ryan’s GOP? How about the news reports of the TSA lines... Read more »
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North Carolina Papers Please Y'all Law; or Boys Protecting the Girls

Just when I thought I could visit my Swedish friend in North Carolina, the state lawmakers went out of their numskull ways to prove the stereotype of stupid Southern bigot. Thanks to them and Governor Pat “Papers Please” McCrory, anyone wanting to use public restrooms has to use the genetically assigned birth one. According to... Read more »

Marie Kondo, Chicago and me; change where you live and change your life

Massachusetts is different from Illinois. For one thing, it’s easier to misspell. And I clearly do that having never learned how to spell it with that same rap-like rhyme of my elementary school days, “M-I-SS-I-SS-I-PP-I.” And yes, my blog title is misspelled, but that was purposeful. In 2014 when I downsized a la Marie Kondo’s... Read more »

10 Days of Chicago Christmas; or 10 Reasons to Leave the Burg

Why would one leave Chicago? Let me count the reasons….and why I’ll sadly take my taxes to pay them in Massachusetts where the government invests in the citizenry. Yes Kristin. The public schools of 8-9-and-10 stars of 10 are actually funded! 1. The gunshot in front of our house Christmas night. Never reported by the... Read more »
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Sustainability and the Death of Satire

In a three-tier theatre in the United Kingdom in a town known as Kingston (on-the-Thames to, as one comic said, make the town terms sound “posher”)–I sat with a young, University crowd to watch a very-English version of The Comedy Store. As ever, it brought to mind more questions than answers. The musings of a... Read more »

The Empty-ish House; an ode to leaving Chicago

Sherlock Holmes’s Adventures of the Empty House were his return. For me and we after almost a dozen years lived in Chicago, the empty-ish house it is a parting of the ways with the South Loop and with the wider City of Chicago. No longer will I contact my Alderman Pat Dowell on behalf of... Read more »

Stations of the Cross, the GOP Road to The White House

With their eyes on the prize of The White House, the declared and expected to declare Republican candidates have begun their mandatory peregrination to the various Stations of the GOP Cross to power. If this sounds like the Roman Catholic stations of the cross, it’s stunningly similar. How else could GOP candidates prove their conservative... Read more »
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Everything is Weirder in Texas

If the south is said to be noted for it’s hospitality, the southwest state called Texas is known for its weirdness.  They even sell an overpriced tee shirt saying so at the Austin Airport. I thought I knew Texas. Hadn’t I done middle and high school in the always soggy, car-centric Houston, Texas in the... Read more »
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