When our youngest daughter was growing up it was a nightly ritual to read her stories.  Every night from the time she was a year old til she turned ten my wife or myself and sometimes both of us read to her.  We read the classics, the Pokey Little Puppy, the Little Engine that Could, Dr. Seuess, ad infinitum.  There were nights when it seemed like a chore too.  Still I don't recall ever denying her at least one.   

When she started school she was already reading on her own.  Still we…

The bad thing about doing this shit in the Summer was the heat.  Sure it was going on evening and the sun was sinking in an orange red, glowing, ball of fire but inside the tin building it would be blistering.  The heat also gave rise to another factor, the stench.  Oh God I hate the stench.  There was money to be made and that meant that all of the problems had to be ignored because money was in short supply.

Outside the crowd milled around, wiping sweat from their eyes and putting…

What the fuck?  I hear it all day long, I see it on TV, I read about it online and still the stupidity astounds me.  Here's a fucking lesson for you damned benighted sons of whores.  The economy was a disaster a full fucking year before Obama took office yet on and on you brain dead simpltons rage about "Obama's deficits".  Here is the truth, had Obama not continued the Bush spending on bailouts we would be trying to sell each other apples on street corners.

Here is another one that…

Blank eyes gaze across a tiny dew covered table in the thin dawn light.  His head hung and mouth slack, lips wrapped around the ever shortening French cigarette.  A bleary eyed waiter brings the thick strong coffee.  Nodding he accepts it without a word and unfolds the newspaper.

He looks up for a moment and taps out yet another of the strong, vile smelling cigarettes and proceeds to light it from the glowing tip of the last one.  He stares down at it's remains between his brown…