For years I wished the town of Gilbert would pave the canal path from Guadalupe to Warner Road. Sometimes it’s better for wishes not to come true.
I've been a journalist, teacher, instructional designer, project manager, product manager, business guy... Veteran of the married life for 30-something years. Sort of helped raise one boy to be decent adult. Here to spread my bullshit and read what others have to say.
Twenty years ago, Prince made hits and people partied their way into the 21st Century. At midnight tonight, we are going to a new decade, but there are no songs, no anthems to celebrate the number.
I hate the health care system just for treating me like a child, but this week my writer friend Sean is really fucked — or whatever anglo-saxon swear word you can wrap around having a rock stuck in your urethra.
If you make way more money than me, we can’t be friends.
I bumped into the shaming couple in the third world club the other night. They asked one simple question. They didn’t like my answer.
Civilization is created by women. Without them, it’s Lord of the Flies with more testosterone and back hair.
People produce plenty of food to feed everyone in the world. But don’t try to tell a vegan that.
As a semi-embarrassed member of the Baby Boom, I have to say I really like the expression “OK boomer.”
I finally conceded. Nobody reads anymore, so I created a video page. https://kieranbullshit.com/videos-lewis-black/
The Bear was so fucking proud of the “campaign” she created for her 6th grade class using “Recycle Michael,” a tin-man like character made from “recyclables.”
…I don’t have the heart to tell her that recycling is bullshit.
Lewis Black hates tennis. But he closed his show in Austin, Texas on Friday, Nov. 22 with a little tale about the John Newcombe Tennis Ranch. (video)
Hey happy day, I made the “special donor” list for the MAGA campaign.
Of course I did. I’m a white, baby boomer, male living in the reddest republican district in the reddish-purple state of Arizona.
Believe it or not, I’ve had some friends who are Libertarians.
Yeah I know — hard to believe I had friends and harder to believe they would be right-wing nut jobs.
It hadn’t rained in Tucson for 50 days and 50 nights. The first time it did, my fucked up tennis friends “ran away” like they were being chased by a killer rabbit.
Just because you are wrapped in two tons of steel and plastic doesn’t mean you get to run over anything that slightly annoys you — especially a fat biker just out for a ride.