I recently read an article titled ‘The Land No Country Wants to Claim’ by Daniel Ganniger.
As I , like so many other disturbed and, discombobulated American’s, watched the farcical Capitol riot, was struck by some of the statements and, the verbal flatulence, of the rioters. What is called ‘an insurrection’ seems to me, simply a bunch of stupid, almost entirely ‘white’ mob of dumb fuck white trash. They felt entitled to exhibit the worst kind of American ignorance on the World stage. ‘We are White we are Proud we are Patriots! Don’t Tread on My blue suede combat boots.
I remember the Parker’s. You cross the creek bout two miles down a dirt road and through the wood. Then you are at the Parker’s house.
I remember the Parker’s outhouse. I remember the smell. I remember the house. Windows with flour sack curtains. Bare bones, wood frame house. No paint. Just wood. Smoke wafting from the wood stove. Mrs. Parker baking biscuits. Front porch screened and shadowy. Crawlspace under. Alien space. Haunted, dark space. Storage, old stuff, to be never resurrected. broken stuff, abandoned. Just buried in dust. Like memories hidden.
I recall Mrs. Parker pumping water outside. Thin…
I grew up with the Rev. Kenneth Copeland. He and I attended the same church. The Church of ‘St. Vitus-Holy Prophet of God Assembly.’ I will always remember this anecdote which he shared. Picture this: The 1880's,Kenny’s Grandpa, ‘Buford Copeland’ is hitching a mule to a buckboard.
He is preparing to retrieve one, ‘Miss Annabelle Bodacious’, this being their first ‘official’ outing during a lengthy courting ritual called ‘The Days of Yearning’ a little known and, practically forgotten ritual. (Except among the ‘Pure of Heart Youth Ministry’ within ‘The Church of St. Vitus-Holy, Prophet of God Assembly.’ …
Could Bruce Springsteen save America? I love good music. Most genres. I really love it when it touches something inside which I can’t verbalize. I am not a musician. So, I will continue, with the disclaimer, I am not a musician nor am I qualified as a critic. Not here for that.
What I need to say is, I am so fucking sad and feel so alone right now. Sorry. I am 72 years old. I was young once. Been awhile. (Funny thing, I still have the same interior life I had in 1973) I don’t believe anyone my age…
A dedicated team is currently vetting and evaluating the potential of a Capt. Crunch/Mr. ‘T’ ticket. Campaign slogan: ‘MACA’ ‘Make America Crunchy Again’ and “ Pity the Fools who vote MAGA.” Mr.’ T was recently interviewed by Sugar Bear, beloved Mascot of Sugar Crunch cereal, Mr. ‘T’ is quoted as saying, “I pity the soggy ass fool who don’t vote. I pity the fool more, who votes MAGA, Fool!.”
This from Official Capt.Crunch news site ‘Crunch Facts’, The Wall Street Journal and Washington Times noted that the three stripes on the mascot’s uniform indicate a rank of Commander rather than…
Great piece Manny. I liken it to America's 'Manifest Destiny ' and the arrogant ignorance toward the indigenous people of North America.
No differentiation between a developed system of laws and culture the Cherokee Nation and the more brutal warrior/horse culture of say ,the Comanche.
All native tribes, lumped into an indistinguishable mass, ready to be dominated and or, eliminated. Whichever was more expeditious. I see very little difference between this and the foreign policies toward the middle east , Arab , Persian , African or Asian tribes.
* (I believe you are being generous at 75%. Most Americans can't even find Afghanistan or Vietnam on a world map, let alone identify, cultural or religious distinctions. This is the most ignorant ,so called 'Developed Nation' on the planet.)
I’m curious ,what is with the one clap syndrome on Medium? How does one determine the difference between one clap and two claps? That is some very refined judgement. I got the clap on Medium and, it made me kinda irritated.
I mean what the fuck, why not at least two? How does this make any sense?
Would you give your cat one Temptation morsel? Of course not. Probably at least a palmful. Mabey 10 ? I wanna know ,who came up with this bullshit ‘clap’ thing anyways ? It’s like panhandling. “You got any spare claps Brother ?”
Hey Mark, I appreciate your piece. Thank you for your insight. Refreshing.
This is something from a much darker place.
Kenneth Copeland: A Remembrance from Televangelist Preacher / Master 'Snake Oil Salesman'. A tale of Kenneth Copeland’s Grandpa, Buford Kenneth Copeland
I grew up with the Rev. Kenneth Copeland. He and I attended the same church. The Church of 'St. Vitus-Holy Prophet of God Assembly.' I will always remember this anecdote which he shared.
Picture this: The 1880's,Kenny's Grandpa, 'Buford Copeland' is hitching his mule to the buckboard.
He is preparing to retrieve one, 'Miss Annabelle Bodacious', this being their…