Musings

The Beautiful Lady and the House of the Dead

The fact that you have read the title and decided to read this post implies that you find it intriguing that a beautiful girl can have a connection to the house of the dead, what we mortals call a morgue or Mortuary. Well, let me be the first one to tell you this, the beautiful …

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How to Fund the Next Elections

A Modest Proposal for Modern Elections

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I Might Know Who Let the Dogs Out…

Okay, fine, I do not know.

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Hands of Steel, and the Ass that was not of Steel.

Am I the only seeing it?

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Fire, Oil and the Price of Ignorance

…and the story of a woman scorned Disaster in the city…again. Same script, new players, same villain. Something happened yesterday; a fire in a Nairobi slum killed tens of people in the span of a few hours. Media houses were in shock, as was the rest of the country, and they ended up showing extremely …

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The Bar Stool

Carrier of man’s problems, pervasive and persuasive A place of peace in the midst of insanity and noise For a breather where none exists To wallow in life’s problems and listen to one’s own conscience To plan and pan, to feel alive To stare at the barman Or at the one woman who will serve …

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I killed Myself Today

I stood at the cliff and looked at the setting sun. I hurled myself to the hull and let the wind guide my flight. I drove off the cliff with everything I had. I stood at the brink of life and death, and held mine in my hands. I drove the dagger of pain through …

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Guide 101 to Mating Rabbits

There’s a new craze in town, bunnies! Chatting about a business venture with a friend of mine the other day, he happened to mention that he is in the process of setting hatches and getting into the rabbit business (no, no, not the Hugh Heffner kind, the more furry, less Blondie, more animal-like kind). Rumor …

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God Hates Us All

Small, innocent, dirty, naked boys, oblivious of civilization, with little care in the world except to live to see tomorrow. Where does one go when there is nowhere to run, when there is no one to run to anymore? Where does one go where prayer does not work, politics are rotten, and capitalism is a …

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