I’m 58. I live with Gail, eight cats, two dogs, and a hamster. I spent many years of my life acting like Jack Nicholson trying to get buttered wheat toast in “Five Easy Pieces”…then I discovered anti-depressants. Now, I just blog my anger.
|Issues I care about||
I care about civil rights. I care about education. I care about people being able to find some joy while they wait to see what happens after they die.
I believe that the government is being purchased by filthy rich white men who don’t give a flying f**k at a rolling donut about brown and poor people.