You’ve probably seen one of those movies or TV shows where tough guys (and these days “tough girls”) compare their war wounds. I just saw another one of those comparisons on a rerun of a show I really liked back in the twenty-teens. The first guy said something about a knife slice across his arm. And the second guy one-ups him with a gunshot … The rest of the story…
Category Archives: Truth Bombs
Whew! We almost didn’t get our May Day tree up in time. And it took some time, but we managed to get the May Day lights out of the storage space above the garage without injury. So, here we are. Sipping our May Day cocoa. It seems like only yesterday when we’d sit around and listen to the adults talk about how a delightful … The rest of the story…
They happen to the rich and poor, the beautiful and ugly. And to the short and tall, the fat and thin. Even the old AND young. I’m talking about issues of the day. Trouble is, most of America prefers to sleepwalk through them now. Because it’s easier to watch a TV program, or play a video game, or cheer on sports teams than it … The rest of the story…
I’m gonna rant and rave. And, although I can’t speak for him (especially since he’s got other things on his mind besides music, these days) I think Buddy Holly would back me up on this. If you’ve never heard of Buddy Holly, or don’t know any of his music, that reference is gonna be way over your ears. Anyway… My rant and rave is … The rest of the story…
I think there’s a good chance that I have a tendency to pray for me more than I pray for you. I know, I know. It’s totally selfish. And I don’t feel good about it. But, hey, at least I’m admitting my shortcoming. And that goes on the “good” side of my ledger. Right? And it’s not about “stuff” when I pray for me. … The rest of the story…
There’s more to life than stuff. OK. There. I said it. And I defy you (or anyone) to prove me wrong. Because you can’t. Yeah, there’s more to life than fixins. Fixins are just a Southern way of sayin’ stuff. Not that I have anything against stuff. Believe me. I’ve got plenty of stuff. Just like most Americans. More than I need. And even … The rest of the story…
The movies out now are mostly total junk. And I know they don’t, as a rule, cater to guys, like me, who prefer to be entertained and encouraged. Because, apparently, most people out there in the wide world would rather watch movies full of profanity, darkness, and sex. At least if the movies out now are any indication. The reason I bring it up … The rest of the story…
A straight line is the shortest route between two points. One of the most difficult lessons I ever learned in Geometry. You know what I’m talkin’ about. Right? Yeah, the struggle is real. And so many people struggle to stay on that line from point A to point B. But, c’mon man. What’s difficult to understand about a straight line? Back in the “olden days,” … The rest of the story…
Jim Stafford co-wrote and recorded a really stupid song called “Spiders and Snakes” way back in the 20th century. I don’t like the song. But I agree with his lyrics. “I don’t like spiders and snakes.” Yeah, that’s a big ten four (that’s CB language for I totally agree) good buddy. I definitely do NOT like those species. And, yes, I will kill them … The rest of the story…
I’m a nice guy. Ask anybody. Well, don’t ask Greg. Because he’d life if the truth sounded better. But other than that, ask anybody. Well, come to think of it, don’t ask the millions upon millions who hate me just because I say Jesus is the only Way to eternal life. They’re obviously not good judge of characters. And don’t ask other Christians who … The rest of the story…