Bill's Brain

Reality? Whose Reality?
I’ve been back from Jamaica for about two weeks now and it’s been really hard trying to get back into the swing of things, otherwise known as participating in the insanity that we call modern life in America. Let’s just say that in Jamaica I finally saw the light. I also saw the ocean, and the beach, and the palm trees, and it was good. Lord Almighty was it good. Yes Virginia, there is another way to live, and it’s got me thinking that it would sure be nice to one day embark on a permanent vacation in a beautiful tropical location somewhere. Cash it all in and flee to a place where reality is based on things that are actually real instead of artificial, man-made, marketing-driven garbage. But while I daydream about living in my own little slice of paradise (insert momentary pause for pleasant thoughts here … OK, I’m a bit better now), the newspaper continues to land on my doorstep each and every day, bringing with it stories of the sad and pathetic escapades of those who are supposed to be running the country for the good of the people, but who continually fail to do so. And so I sit down at the keyboard, and I type … Read more.

Time Out!
I’ve been working like a crazy person the past few months and now it’s time for a break. Tomorrow we’re off for a week in Jamaica, and I couldn’t be more excited. I’m going to spend the week relaxing on the beach, doing a bit of sight-seeing, and snorkeling. But before I go I just have to comment on a few items that have been in the news recently. I may take time off from the ongoing craziness, but it seems that our infamous administration never takes a break. Read more.

Onward Into The Abyss
Oh but for more time, the time to write, the time spill the contents of my tortured brain onto the glowing phosphorous (or liquid crystal) displays of those who would be so brave (or foolish, as the case may be) to gaze upon my disjointed ravings. But given the burden that I carry, with the time that it demands, I am left to steal away precious few moments when I can type away in solitude, a lone soul hammering away at the keys in the dark of night, raging against the machine, and wondering, does it make any difference at all? Does anything we do make any real difference, in the bigger picture, at all? Read more, if you dare.

Peeping Dick, Sneaking Wolf
In my last posting I promised I would write about Dick Cheney’s desire to, shall we say, get to know you better (nudge nudge wink wink wiretap wiretap), and fill you in on the latest exploits of the Big Bad Wolfowitz. I’ve got a little break between projects right now (I love being self-employed!) so I’m back at the keyboard. Read more.

In Our Time of Dying
Death seems to have been the theme of the Bush administration in recent weeks, and there was plenty to go around. More Iraqis, Californians, poor children, whales, and trees will be meeting their maker if our brainless leader and his administration get their way. While the bodies were piling up (or washing up) Dick Cheney again expressed his earnest desire to listen in on your phone calls (don’t tell him what you’re wearing, it only encourages him), and in a move that makes the Brain wonder just what game is afoot, the Wolf (owitz) managed to sneak back into the henhouse. Read more.

Quote:
"You can't be the president and the head of the military at the same time.” - US president and commander in chief (head of the military), George W. Bush, Nov. 2007

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