"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
Because we can’t be trusted to run our own lives
I haven’t been blogging about current events. Consequently, I feel bottled up. It’s time to pop the cap and let some pressure out. First, the bag on the left. Normally when I write one of these Bag o’ Whatever posts I try to connect the bag graphic to the theme of the post. The fact […]
I think we’ve all accepted in our hearts the notion that when we tap into the public electronic network … by landline or cell phone, by using credit and debit cards, by sending email, by paying bills online, by surfing the net and downloading or uploading files … we have no expectation of privacy.
What scares me is the thought that when law enforcement agencies have military hardware, firepower, and training, they’ll inevitably cook up reasons to use it.
That’s a speed enforcement camera. The reason you can’t see it is because someone put a bag over it. This rebellion against the police state happened in England; click on the photo to learn more. Here in Tucson we have speed enforcement and red light cameras: they’re not yet everywhere but we’re getting there. Just […]
Sorry for the incoherence, but I just don’t know what can be done about gun violence in America. If some new disease was killing tens of thousands of people each year we’d be doing something about it, just as we do with existing diseases. Traffic accidents kill a horrific number of people but we’ve been […]
During last night’s vice presidential candidates’ debate, Paul Ryan said something in reference to women’s reproductive rights and Roe vs. Wade that gave us a glimpse into his soul: We don’t think that unelected judges should make this decision; that people through their elected representatives in reaching a consensus in society through the democratic process […]
Just so we’re all on the same page again: cultie=cult bike=Ducati. That there is a Ducati bag I’m tempted to buy. It would go on the little rack in back. Of course I’d need a magnetic tank bag as well. Oh, wait. The cultie’s going to be Polly’s ride, not mine. Time to stop thinking […]
I shouldn’t say odds & ends. It sounds too final. What I should say is odds, ends, & re-beginnings. Is re-beginnings a word? Sure, why the hell not? In Wyoming, during 8th and 9th grade, I had a best buddy. I moved to California but we kept in touch, and when I graduated from high […]