Myth Debunked

Proponents say that wind power is clean and safe, but this real video presents the true alternative facts:

–And I know this is real because someone posted it on Facebook!

Six Word Saturday


Sick Of Hearing, “President Trump Tweeted….”

Put the damn thing down, Donald.  You’re a friggin moron & it would be better if you didn’t advertise it, OK?


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(Thank You, D.L.)

He tries to set a good example, despite the fact that few of those for whom he hopes to set it actually have anything more than only a scant and half-hearted interest in change, if any interest at all. Still, because he is an altruistic human, and because he recognizes that—especially in a world as dismal as this—even the slightest show of positivity could be the tiny spark from which the massive wildfire might spring, he nonetheless ignores the likelihood of being ignored and tries to set the best example he can.

Have We Met?

Half of them are faces he’s never seen before and—he assumes—half are faces he’s seen (possibly often) but doesn’t recall. The experience is not new. He’s careful to advise those that he knows he’s meeting for the first time about his potential amnesia so as to avoid their likely diagnosis of early-onset dementia.

In truth, however, dementia shouldn’t be totally ruled out quite yet. He’s already blurred the divider between fact and fantasy so many times, either by accident or by deliberate, intentional, and repeated fictionalizing, that even his attempts to separate the two frequently fail.

The resultant vaguery has its benefits, though: much as he has come to recognize and even accept (and occasionally even boast of) his shortcomings, so too have most others he’s met and thus—mercifully—lowered their expectations of him.

Six Word Saturday

Last Night: Composite Of Recurring Dreams


  • The Rugsucker, broken (as usual) and left behind dream
  • The Everything made out of something else dream
  • The everyone living in the woods dream
  • The almost being totally lost dream
  • The inability to remember where I parked  dream
  • The upstairs, open air bar that inexplicably refuses me service dream
  • The (Segway? HoverBoard? electric kite?) transport into a realer reality dream
  • The homey storefront (this time selling glass trinkets, not magical musical   instruments like last time, or musical recordings of fruit the time before that) dream
  • The storefront’s owner, Sharon

This time her name’s Sharon & she remembers me from the last time I dreamed her, even though this time, in this dream, I’ve lost my very long, neatly manicured beard, having cut it off & donated it to Locks Of Love to avoid losing it to chemotherapy. Sharon’s pregnant by some guy who’s not around anymore. She doesn’t say why he’s gone. It doesn’t appear that she misses him. She initially pretends she doesn’t notice me, then suddenly turns to tell me how much she’s missed me and how much she hopes I’ll hang around this time.

I wake up before I can answer. I hear myself humming La Marseillaise because the 9th-graders are studying the French Revolution this week.

As always, I get up & start brewing the coffee for My Beloved Sandra.


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