In case I haven't mentioned this before, this guy is excellent...
Man 1: Where are you from?
Man 2: From a place where we do not end sentences with prepositions.
Man 1: Okay, where are you from, jackass?
I made a big mistake. I wanted to learn about the storm, so I switched to Fox assuming that they would have the best coverage. I dislike CNN and all other channels are non-US. They had good reporting, but...
If there could be any lingering doubt about Fox News being a Republican mouthpiece, the past days have confirmed this fact. Wall-to-wall coverage of Hurricane Sandy was interrupted only with reports criticizing President Obama, while showing his opponent, Baseball Glove, pretending to show concern for storm victims.
If anyone missed me yesterday, I was clued to my computer finalizing the next novel. I know many can't hardly wait...
Having written and re-written the bloody thing so many times, I have almost memorized all 300 pages. Proof-reading is always difficult, because you do not notice minor mistakes. The only way to successfully (hopefully) complete this task is to read the damn thing from back to front. This process is slow, but that’s the purpose of the exercise: to focus on each word and every bit of punctuation.
Sorry, but I do not have time for this worthless blog...
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
Something is definitely wrong...or, at least, different.
Anyone skeptical of climate change should look at recent weather in Germany. I do not recall much snow in this part of the country over the years I have lived here: snow has never fallen in October. It might not have been serious snow, but snow is snow in any country not prepared for slippery roads.
Nor do I recall the temperature ever falling so low...especially after the highs of previous weeks. Temperatures below freezing for the past few nights have done a number on my plants. Neither them nor I were prepared for winter to arrive so early. I hope that this cold spell was an anomaly, because oil is rather expensive...and I have become a softie.
Men fight for freedom, then they begin to accumulate laws to take it away from themselves.
Reading today’s installment of Doonesbury, I was reminded of why I ended up in Germany.
During my tour in Vietnam, I had to request my next posting. I still owed the US Army a few years for being nice enough to teach me how to fly, so I could risk my life in a foolish war. I recalled a night in the summer of 1968, when we were moving house. I had travelled ahead to wait for the movers to arrive the next morning and slept in an empty house, having only an air mattress and a small television. I lay on the floor in a dark room and watched news of the Democratic Convention in Chicago. In the Land of the Free and the Home of the Deluded, riot police beat demonstrators attempting to enjoy Freedom of Speech. I knew that the US Army was trained for riot duty at these joyous events of democratic expression and at riots in ghettos, such as Watts. I noticed that the majority of the troops, which I would command, were Black. I could not foresee myself ordering soldiers to shoot their fellow man and could imagine some turning their weapons on me. I decided that the best use of my talents was to continue flying, and Germany was the only place that the Army still used limited resources for aviation fuel.
This was a wise decision. The rest is history of my life...
Of course, I will give my opinion about Lance Armstrong. Having worked many years in the sports industry, I witnessed much such posturing, bluster, and questionable practices. Competition is like gravity for humans: always present, always driving, never visible.
In my opinion, this guy is a metaphor for the United States: winning by bullying, winning by bending the rules to suit oneself, winning by cheating at all other rules, and blustering in the face of all who question phony greatness.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.