Roxanne Tellier – 30 Days in the Hole

A little over a week ago, I was browsing through some posts on a Facebook group page. Some of the comments were interesting, but there was one peculiar troll who was obviously looking for a fight, strewing crazy conspiracy theories along the thread like poisoned bread crumbs.

He was adamant that the planet is just 5000 years old, that masks are murder, and that there is no virus. I should have simply let him rave, but I took the bait, and foolishly put afew site links in the post. The barrage of insults began. “You need to get your old crust ass moving alone down your pathetic life and go suck your buttons dick maybe he will give you a cabinet job.” “You’re a diaper wearing stupid idiot.” And then … “You seem to be the one reporting me like the crybaby you are.”

Roxanne Tellier – Revenge of the Creature Redux

America was never ‘perfect,’ despite the first settler’s early claims that ‘manifest destiny’ made anything Americans wanted to do, in the name of ‘a more perfect union,’ perfectly fine and utterly legit.

But while they might have contended that the special virtues of the American people and their institutions made colonialism, slavery, and the unchecked and wholesale, uncontested, swallowing up of the country ‘god’s will’ for the benefit of the powerful, these presumably lofty ideals, and ‘an irresistible destiny to accomplish this essential duty’ never held much water to the people whose lands were seized in the name of ‘the divine.’

Roxanne Tellier – The Madness of King Donald

To quote Crosby, Stills & Nash … “It’s getting to the point, that I’m no fun anymore.”  Well, at least when it comes to debating the psychoses of our current hot topics.

But I CAN still be fun! Here’s my Halloween costume!

Frank Gutch Jr: Moments In Time— A Selfish Remembrance of Music…..

I  saw a photographic exhibition once in which a photographer attempted to lay out his life in black & white.  I don’t remember the person’s name but you wouldn’t know him anyway— he never reached any level of fame as far as I know— yet, anyway.  He was a nobody who loved taking pictures and being in pictures and he laid his whole life out in photos, mostly of himself and people who must have been nobodies too.

Roxanne Tellier: Reality Bites

It’s been said that one should never talk about religion, politics, sex, or money in polite company. I’d like to add another category – Reality TV. And by the way – is there such a thing as ‘polite company’ any more? The mere existence of reality television would seem to beg the question.

After all, we’ve only to watch a few hours of telly to see that the world is a smorgasbord of interests hosted and voiced by the famous, infamous, and wannabe famous. No subject is left unscrutinized; there is truly something for even the most obscure interest, obsession or fantasy.