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“It was a great feeling as I staggered up the gangway to the ship with my sea bag in one hand and the mattress cover loaded with blankets, mattresses, etc., over my shoulder. At last I have a home – and a warship at that.” ~James J. Fahey, 23 November 1942

“Membership in the skeptical faction or tendency is not at all a soft option… To be an unbeliever is not to be merely ‘open-minded.’ It is, rather, a decisive admission of uncertainty…” Christopher Hitchens, 2010

"I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart …a loving woman is almost indestructible."

“Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart.”

“You know, everybody dies. My parents died. Your father died. Everybody dies. I'm going to die too. So will you. The thing is, to have a life before we die. It can be a real adventure having a life…”

A cherished souvenir of my time in Reykjavik!

Did you know, for example, that Icelandic Santas are not really Santas in the jolly, chubby, gift-giving sense? Oh no. In Iceland, the Santas are offshoots of trolls and they have the dispositions to match. Their wardrobes are more yikes! than Yule. They are sometimes mere pranksters, but sometimes they’re homicidal maniacs who eat children.

Merry Freakin’ Icelandic Christmas!!

Graphic novel loan from a friend. Let’s start with Michael Allred’s artwork: Dazzling - Ten Stars! But… I know the whole world loves a super hero, I get it. Just not me. Maybe something dark and hilarious like Deadpool or Peacemaker (maybe) - otherwise no. Congenital hypotrichosis in chrome spandex? Nope—not even when they pay subtle homage to The Three Stooges and satirize L. Frank Baum.

I am convinced that the individual who first conceived of Hell must have had a childhood in Dickens’ England.

Not until 2016 was there ever a more flamboyant, ostentatious, and pretentious S.O.B. in American politics. Huey P. Long proved that if you can buffalo the barely literate into thinking you have their best interests at heart, you can go quite far in this country—even if you have the scruples of a vole and the soul of an ashtray. Long was the state-level template that accurately foretold our future. Had he not met such a violent and untimely end he might very well have ridden his horse of autocracy all the way to the White House.

“A home without a cat—and a well fed, well petted and properly revered cat—may be a perfect home perhaps, but how can it prove title?” ~Mark Twain, Pudd’nhead Wilson

It is ironic that this book was first banned by institutions that thought Twain was promoting southern racist tenets, and then later banned by those who realized he was lambasting those tenets in exaggerated parody. Such is the nature of exquisite satire. Twain was a beacon of sanity in an era of ignorance and inhumanity. If I believed in the existence of God I would thank him for gifting us this witty and insightful genius.