The world is crazier than most people know. But I know. I was a clinical social worker for forty years. I am a witness. I retired from social work to write about the sad, the mad, and the savage; with whom I have spent most of my life. I have decided to translate these stories into fiction, because, as a co-worker once said, "You couldn't make this sh*t up. No one would believe you."

Saturday, August 21, 2010


Here’s a definition of insanity: suffering, and voting to continue it.

The rich run the world and the middle class is history. Most of us are struggling more than we ever have in our lives, at a time in our lives when we should be winding down. But we keep voting the bastards in.

Here’s the deal: too much money is held by too few people. We need to put some of that money back into circulation; not on principle, BUT TO SAVE OUR LIVES.

But when anyone suggests taxing the rich, the Republicans win by a landslide.


What kind of hypnotic hold do the rich have over us? Are we so media conditioned that their gazillions of dollars poured into propaganda overrules hunger pangs? Are we so traumatized by struggling to hang onto whatever we have left that we raise our necks to get our throats slit by those bastards?

Boomers, wake up! The rich are not your friends!

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