Doggerel and rhyme
Do I have time
To parse all I've been told
For that nugget of gold
That calls out my foes
As gardeners with hoes?
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Brit-born, forlorn on an island of scorn.
America-bound, with a life to be found
In sunshine and friends
Where Florida ends.
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Reserved & distorted
Like a life that's contorted
By politeness and fears
That melt over years
Living and growing
Then knowing.
This blog is about a former Englishman, now an American citizen and his clashes with American popular culture with an emphasis on religion's deleterious effects. Unless you live here, it is very hard to understand religion's pernicious grip - especially in the political arena.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
#PoemYourLife
Fly over the sea
For all you could be
Believe in yourself
A collector of Delft
Snakes in the yard
And a bowl of Swiss Chard.
For all you could be
Believe in yourself
A collector of Delft
Snakes in the yard
And a bowl of Swiss Chard.
Monday, May 09, 2016
My take on Bathroom Bills
I agree with Governor McCrory, it isn't a problem, it has never been a problem. Not in North Carolina, not anywhere.
Leave transgender people alone. Bigotry from the government should not be yet another affront they have to bear..
Prosecute people guilty of committing actual crimes in bathrooms. They won't be trans folks I guarantee you that.
Leave transgender people alone. Bigotry from the government should not be yet another affront they have to bear..
Prosecute people guilty of committing actual crimes in bathrooms. They won't be trans folks I guarantee you that.
Wednesday, May 04, 2016
Jim Garlow: Utter Buffoon.
"How many nations in the World have this many people of their highest level of leadership call on god the way we just heard?"
Well Jim, Iran for sure. Saudi Arabia too. Probably Syria.
You fucking moron.
And a "Clap Offering"? You've got to be kidding me.
And a "Clap Offering"? You've got to be kidding me.
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