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It always breaks my heart when I hear how badly vets were treated when they came home from Vietnam, though before I actually met any vets I suppose I had a fixed idea of babykilling American soldiers, which had been pushed to me by history books, movies and media. The truth of it, as far […]
MoreI have a secret vice. I like listening to Jim Croce. He could have been bigger than James Taylor, if it wasn’t for that fatal 1973 plane crash. I call it a vice, I guess Croce was never hardcore, he was never edgy, he flirted with easy listening, but that just makes him nice, and […]
More*The thing speaks for itself: actions speak a whole lot about intent. Negligence or accident? Intent vs banana skin, and whose job was it anyway to pick that fucking thing up before some poor schmuck broke their neck on it! What does it really matter, apart from a small matter of decades I suppose in […]
MoreEven when I thought I couldn’t carry on, I did. Even when I didn’t believe I could keep on walking on a leg that had been broken, I kept on stepping. When I thought I couldn’t carry heavy loads, I kept on hauling, through sheer willpower not physical strength. I had to, there was simply […]
MoreI really liked Cynthia Nixon in Sex and the City. She was always impeccable, smooth, cutting, gorgeously turned out, and she has great hair. She dropped off my radar when SATC fizzled out. Apparently she is dipping her toe into NY state politics, which is all well and good, except she is clearly so buffered […]
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