I'm not one of these nuts that wants to spread the virus or let grandparents die to "save" the economy. All these deaths from Covid-19 are preventable, and we should do everything we can to save each person. But now is a good time for a little perspective.
With this pandemic, it's morning zoom and night. By that I mean I'm lucky enough to be on non-stop conference calls with Zoom -- the best of the fucked-up softwares that make every virtual meeting feel like it's taking place in a busy bus terminal.
During a pandemic, my bullshit doesn’t always fit. So I found something more profound to steal and put here instead. Thanks for the words of Hope , Stephen.
I wrote this about fifteen years ago but the idea that we be there for one another, that we provide hope, seems even more timely now.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve had a harder and harder time with the concept of hope. Read too much. Too many newspapers. Too much internet. Too many news programs. It’s a tough world out there. I hope things will work out but I’m not surprised when they don’t. I hope for the best but I prepare for the worst. Because hope is not expectation. Hope contains a small element of doubt. Just hoping. And hope and faith are not the same thing. Faith suggests confidence and assurance. Yes, it will all work out in the end! Even if it doesn’t. Hope, on the other hand, suggests that the best is not a given, that there is a need for outside intervention and if…
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Let me tell you what will scare the fuck out of anyone with a brain and a sense of history -- a little teeny, tiny book my father gave all his children when Trump was elected.
I must confess and probably apologize... I'm a body-size bigot.
Valentine's Day has always sucked. Every girl in kindergarten didn't want to be my Valentine, and 50 years later it hasn't gotten any better.
This is a good time to remember the "Founders." But if one more wanna be GOP "thinker" tells me he "believes in" the Constitution, I'm just going to take a shit on his shoe.
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.
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.