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  • My thoughts concerning SARS-CoV-2, COVID-19 and abcdefg2020.

    - 19 Mar 2020
    Why thank you world, frankly I’m quite flattered. However I do feel it’s a bit much that you put the majority of folks out of work, close schools, restrict travel, transport of goods, sell out all the rolls of toilet paper in the nation, cancel

  • Rant #6,857:

    - 09 May 2020
    Last night a friend asked if I was cranky while we talking and I said no. Well that's not quite true, I meant I was not cranky with my friend. However the world in general and the massive failure of the international mail system, damn right that makes

  • Real. Lie. Manners. Philosophy.

    - 29 May 2020 - 1 comment
    First, I'm sitting up here on top of the world, North Pole, Alaska, looking down at the KungFlu fiasco, Minneapolis riots, California scheming, screaming, etc. and none of that has had much, if any, real effect today, on my day to day life. It all,

  • Tomorrow's built on Yesterdays

    - 12 Jun 2020
    Just some thoughts while watching the fall of civilization and the absurdities marking the start of the 21st century.

  • Rant #6858

    - 21 Jun 2020
    Just as a thought exercise, I tried to recall the 20 year old me of 1958 and tried to look at America, the world, today from that viewpoint. Space X, Falcon 9, the Dragon launch, etc., yep 20 year old me could appreciate and delight in that, a natural

  • And...

    - 23 Jul 2020
    There are the times to try men’s soles not little naughty Nike girly walks. Give me liberty and give me Def Leppard with a healthy helping of both Dylons. Fire at Will, and Phil as well as the house atop the hill where they write that Marxist swill. Oh

  • Reflections on the Green

    - 31 Jul 2020
    Short story of my life to frame my thoughts on green: Born in Ohio, raised in Florida, lived in NYC for 4 years -which is the great reason I moved to Alaska. Looking back on my Florida years I recall a certain discomfort that I just couldn’t put my