The sixteen vintage of wine is too bitter Moistened by salty tears shed No barrel shaped casket will mellow, Nor improve it’s funeral bouquet. This year, best suited, be corked. O’Neail – Nov/2016 Dedicated to all the legends who have passed this year. You can help fund this and my other blogs at GoFundMe.… Read More Legends Fall
This is quite a challenge, for me as well, but…. I have decided to start a movement. Friends of Fascists I encourage everyone, especially minorities, to go out and make an effort to befriend a fascist. Show them you are a real person, just like them. Get right inside their comfort zone of Nationalistic rigidity… Read More Friends of Fascists
They lay in hip deep mud Sprawled in no-man’s land By wars, maimed, and battered Our young men, who will never grow old In flowers the color of blood Passed from a Veteran’s hand We honour the souls sequestered Like freedoms, to our breast we hold O’Neail 11/11/2016
Voting day starts in the morning. Millions of Americans will head out to the polls ID in hand to cast their ballots for the next president of the United States of America. This is probably the most important vote in their lives. During this period of strife around the world, heightened tensions with Russia, economic… Read More Last glance into the Abyss. Election2016
Trying to imagine a game of Clue with Trump supporters. “Okay so I am going to take a character, a room and an it..” “It was Clinton!” “No wait, we haven’t started yet” “Sorry, but it was her” “Okay, ready. Who’s first?” “Me” “So roll the dice and pick a card” (Rolls) “it was Clinton… Read More Playing the game. -political humour.
As a Canadian I watch the American election from the sidelines, like a football fan, yelling at the screen over some monumentally stupid plays or extraordinary passes. A candidate getting in a great hit, or a candidate fumbling the ball are the plays in the sport I watch, but this Superbowl of politics is a… Read More Trump’s America:It’s here to stay
Picking up the sun bleached copy of Led Zeppelin’s House of the Holy from the window display, Susan brushed the dust off it’s fading artwork. “I know exactly how you feel” she said to the child sprawled on the forefront. one of eleven identical children on the fold out album cover struggling over heat baked… Read More Shakespeare’s Daughter (fiction)