A Big Cat In The Front Seat

For all my fellow cat lovin’ friends out there:

Archimedes the Cat

Namaste and G’Day,

Front Seat
A policeman in the big city stops a man in a car with a tiger in the front seat.
“What are you doing with that tiger?” He exclaimed, “You should take it to the zoo.”
The following week, the same policeman sees the same man with the tiger again in the front seat, with both of them wearing sunglasses. The policeman pulls him over.
“I thought you were going to take that tiger to the zoo!”
The man replied, “I did. We had such a good time we are going to the beach this weekend!”

I am not sure of the source of this joke, but I love it. Thanks.

Remember, big cats  are cats, too!

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Health Update

As I’ve mentioned before, I suffer from clinical depression.

I also have a lot of anger simmering just below the surface.

Reading the news lately has only worsened those conditions.

Therefore, for the sake of my own mental health, I will have to refrain from keeping up with current events for the foreseeable future.

I don’t like that; I try to be an informed citizen of the world, with at least some awareness of what’s going on.

But, the more news I read, or see, or hear, the closer I believe I’m getting to a complete breakdown. Seriously.  😖

And, no, the news I view is not fake, despite testimony to the contrary. Oh, if only it was.

Someday, hopefully, I can channel all this anger into some constructive, positive action.

But, at this point, it just channels into more anger. And I simply can’t take it.

I know I need help. I’m gonna see about getting some.

Wish me luck.



Hello, my loyal fans.

I know, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything original on this blog; I’ve just been reblogging posts from other people that I found interesting and wanted to pass along, or directing you to other websites, because I’ve been unable lately to come up with a single thing to write about.

That I thought you would find worth reading, that is.


When he was President, Jimmy Carter once famously addressed the American people about what he termed a “crisis of confidence.”

I think that pretty well describes what I’ve been dealing with lately.

Whenever I’ve started to write something, I haven’t got very far before convincing myself that what I was writing was worthless junk, so I just give up.

I don’t want to bore you with any more anti-trumpism; I believe you all know my feelings toward the man by now, and just a cursory glance at the daily headlines can keep you apprised of what he and his gang are up to that day.

Problem is, anything I write these days sounds boring. To me, anyway. Maybe I just have a boring life; I don’t know. Nor do I know how long this malaise will last. Hopefully, I will come out of it soon, and I will produce something worthy of your time.

I know, this was boring, too. Sorry.






Redecorating the White House

This is a very good analogy, and one that I will find useful going forward.

Note To My White Self

I need to pace myself. As my friends of color remind me, the race for justice isn’t a sprint; it is a grueling marathon.  They worry that the surge of interest in justice and equality may be the fad of the day and not a cultural shift.  That is a fair critique.  When it comes to fighting for justice, most white people are out of shape.  Having never had to walk up hill or against the wind, we grow exhausted quickly.  So I need to pace myself.

I cannot attend every march, protest or meeting. I cannot read every article. I cannot generate outrage for every Trump action. I cannot focus on every injustice. My black daughter-in-law wrote these words to me after the election,

“This whole “racism” issue is new to you. For me, it is a constant in my life.  You cannot let your newfound knowledge and first-hand experiences…

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