Tragedy and Comedy
Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die. – Mel Brooks
Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die. – Mel Brooks
I sit on the porch on a brisk day in autumn listening to the wind.
Petrichor is what the grass smells like when the sun chases off the rain.
My cats do nothing superbly. They are as good at doing something.
Multum In Parvo Consider your brain. Its pleats and folds keep and maintain all you’ve been told of time and space, the visions and dreams that always take place where nothing means something more than death. Potentials teem with every breath. Is becomes seems, and whatever you’ve learned may not be true. The world has
Coronavirus relief And an end to our national grief Could be had for a trillion dollars, But Mitchell McConnell still hollers, “I refuse to raise the debt ceiling!” Which makes him seem more than unfeeling. To appeals to his heart he is deaf, So his is the Party of Death.
The Elephant is a noble beast. Once he stood for the party of Lincoln. But in our time, it makes me triste That he stands just for crooks of high income. The Democrat Donkey’s a righteous old grump. If you are dishonest, he’ll kick you Out of your office. Just ask Donald Trump, Who’s got
How many psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb? One, but the bulb must really want to change. How many rich people does it take to change a light bulb? None. That’s why they have staff. How do you adjust an anti-vaxxer’s attitude? You can’t. It’s stuck on “stupid.” Mitch McConnell walks into
Assholity Some years back, one of my friendships ended dramatically. Someone my wife Patsy and I used to be on very good terms with, a man who had helped us with several building projects at our place in New Hampshire, got smashed on dirty double martinis at a local restaurant and suddenly pitched a fit.
Oaks in a grove talk through their roots. The dialogue is slow, but profound.