By MONTE DUTTON Click here. No wonder the kids are pissed off. For at least two generations, the politicians who run this country have paid cruel lip service to the notion that it’s important to pass down to the young a world worth living in. Old folks like me aren’t going to pay for trillions …
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Last Days of Pompeii
Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, December 18, 2019, 3:24 p.m. Everyone gets sick every now and then. I don’t get sick often. The last time was 14 months ago. I’ve reached the age at which I realize that disaster is never more than a single malevolent germ away. Last night it was hard for me to …
Things I Wish Somebody Else Would Say
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, November 23, 2019, 10:01 a.m.. A frustration of mine is wishing people would say what I would. Whether it’s a presidential debate, or a stock car race, or a sitcom, I can’t understand why people with a voice don’t use it the way I would. For instance, I don’t find President …
Columbo Knows
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, July 10, 2017, 4:25 p.m. Most of the time, I do my writing in the morning. It’s when I work the best. I get up, fix some coffee, take the daily meds, sip the coffee, wish everybody happy birthday on Facebook, fix breakfast, and settle down to work, most mornings at …
The Writing Man Can’t Get Nowhere Today
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, June 24, 2017, 1:39 p.m. This has been a troubling week. It’s better than, oh, a disastrous week. It’s had its good points. My latest novel, Lightning in a Bottle, is getting rave reviews and middling sales. So far, 10 readers have reviewed it on Amazon, and it’s gotten nine “five …
So Damned Much Is Senseless
Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, June 14, 2017, 9:56 a.m. I don’t know what to write. I’m just trying because I find it therapeutic. When nothing makes sense, and I need it to, I just write. With a little luck, it turns into a blog. Either that, or I play guitar a while. The point at …
Things Could Be Worse, but It Takes Imagination
Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, January 16, 2017, 9:52 a.m. On Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I write. On Inauguration Day, I shall write. Other than that, the bookends of the weekdays have nothing in common. Writing must be the tie that binds. Writing must be the salvation of sanity. I must find comfort in writing. …
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Mister Trump Goes to Washington
It was a long week. Most of Tuesday was a sinking feeling. Wednesday was two lines from The Bridge on the River Kwai. My God, what have I done? Madness. Madness! Most of the time since, I’ve been numb. Playing a few mournful songs on guitar. Washing dishes, or bagging trash, or folding clothes, partly …
Trump’s Bullshit Art
I don't know what to make of this election. Somehow the voters of the two major parties managed to spend two years narrowing down the respective fields to the candidates whom they like the least. That's democracy in action. I'm voting for Hillary Clinton, of course. If I vote for Donald Trump, I might as …
Trump Keeps Right On Trampling
Don't it beat all? Ain't things out of control? Damndest thing ever I seen. That's what my old man used to say. Damndest thing ever I seen. At the very least, three or four times a day. I guess he was easy to impress. One of the beauties of baseball is that, no matter how …
Nightrider's Lament 