A highly successful specimen
Being There. Jerzy Kosinski’s finest novel. Peter Sellers finest role
Being There. Jerzy Kosinski’s finest novel. Peter Sellers finest role
Trump Supporters at a Rally.
Photo by Cowboy State Daily photographer Matt Idler
Lately I’m feeling pretty damn sick of being a human being. I’ve come to the conclusion that people suck. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’ve become mentally twisted in my old age. But I don’t believe so. I think maybe this malaise I’m feeling lately toward humanity is not a condition I should ascribe to a moral failing or even a “condition.” If I say people suck maybe…maybe I’m not alone. Here’s how a certain Great American Novel begins: Call me…
In the fourth century BC, the Hippocratic Oath was developed and reads, “I will not give a fatal draught to anyone if I am asked, nor will I suggest any such thing.”
Siddhartha Gautama or commonly referred to as The Buddha
Actually thirteen. But thirteen is unlucky. I don’t want to think about thirteen. I’m sitting here at my favorite mini table at the office. It’s around 10 a.m.. The blow’s blowing like hell. I’m fine in here. Old Scruffy’s out in the weather. Last week’s RIVER mangled the dock. I’m biting my nails the old boy pulls through. The thing is, The Old Boy is my house. I got my house bobbing around in the swell and wind, slamming the…
Sometimes you just need a stiff one
Ma’at the goddess of justice
Jimmy Page in his younger days
Not a prediction. This is a novel written by Stewart Lindh.