Tilting at Windmills

If you're not outraged at the mess the Pedo President and his cabal have created not only in this country, but throughout the world, you haven't been paying attention .  Now the US Treasury is going to put his signature on our paper currency , but even if it's on every bill printed for the next three years, it will still have appeared more often in the Epstein Files.  Wake up and act up .  The greedheads who are looting our nation and corrupting everything they touch, as well as the red ballcapped gomers who go along hoping to get along, aren't going to go away unless and until we make them. As a nation, we were the hope of the world. We can be that again. Together . -bill kenny 

The state of the union, in my opinion, is such that sometimes English fails to capture the frustration, confusion, and anger of any given moment.  Steve Martin once noted the French have a different word for everything, and in this case, it's a whole sentence, courtesy of retired  French Army General Nicolas Richoux . I t's spot-on. ‘qu’il aille se faire foutre.’ Merci beaucoup. 'Et je vous remercie de votre attention à ce sujet.' -bill kenny

I am not a big fan of experimentation (I used to be a huge fan of things created through fermentation but that was another lifetime, one of toil and blood, and I make it a rule to not go there anymore) and plod along for the most part with one foot in front of the other in travel and travail from Point A to something like Point B. It fills up the day and makes the time go fast. For many years, when I worked (actually for multiple decades when I worked), I would have a bowl of  Cheerios  for breakfast at my work desk.  Cheerios at work were my decompression food, I suspect. When I sleep, I cannot recall if I dream, though my wife has told me there are nights (and early mornings) when I shout out and/or talk or get up, and for which I have no explanation because I have no recollection. My dream world is just black. I use the whole going to work and getting used to being there for the next twelve hours part of the day as the Re-entry to Earth part of the program. And the fue...

The older I am, the better I was, in just about every way imaginable.  In a few years, I'll be regaling passers-by with tales of my youth from when I was a Cy Young Award-winning pitcher, an astronaut, all while also serving as the President of the United States. But  today , you're in luck because my calendar doesn't stretch that far.  I have waited for this day since about half an hour after the last out of last year's World Series was recorded, and it arrived NOT a moment too soon. Today is the day that whoever you root for starts out in first place in the standings, just like my team, even if we root against one another.  How can this be? Because today is  Major League Baseball's 2026 Opening Day , this is the day  Abner Doubleday  (historians be damned) has made. Let us be glad and rejoice in it.  Play Ball ! -bill kenny

Lawrence Ferlinghetti , an American poet, painter, social activist, and co-founder of City Lights Booksellers & Publishers in San Francisco, was born on this date in 1919 in Bronxville, New York.  Decades before 'fake news' and 'alternative facts' were espoused by amoral, talentless, narcissistic, lying demagogues and their self-serving enablers, he wept for what was to come.  And now that it's here, it's even worse than imagined. PITY THE NATION Pity the nation whose people are sheep And whose shepherds mislead them Pity the nation whose leaders are liars Whose sages are silenced And whose bigots haunt the airwaves Pity the nation that raises not its voice Except to praise conquerors And acclaim the bully as hero And aims to rule the world By force and by torture Pity the nation that knows No other language but its own And no other culture but its own Pity the nation whose breath is money And sleeps the sleep of the too well fed Pity the nation, oh, pity t...

When our children were small, they had fish for pets. When I was small, I had a cocker spaniel who hated me and bit me all the time. No, you can't see photos (I'm so old, pictures hadn't been invented yet).  As adults, both of our children and their spouses have pets, dogs, cats, and fish. In answer to a question that (so far) no one has asked, if you are a resident of The Nutmeg State, you are not allowed to own a pet monkey (unless you had one a very long time ago).  Of course, it's true ! Why would I make that up? -bill kenny