When I was in high school, Pat Benatar had the hit song. We used to sing it, with relish, because we were angst-ridden teenagers that thought for some reason the world owed us something, that we were somehow special in our feeling messed up. We imagined we were hurt somehow. They cry in the dark, […]
Dungy, others outraged over ABC promo Sure ’nuff, this will likely be the next “Moral imperative” that our friends in the Castle will take up. So how bout a little rant? Let’s do it right, shall we? You want just football when you tune in? Here’s what we’ve gotta do, for starters: (and for the […]
Part of my depression is that I keep things bottled up. I stew over things, I worry about things. Can I control them? Not always. Sometimes I just want to scream, or hit something, or worse. Things like this: Baghdad Burning: “Iraqis will never forgive this- never. It’s outrageous- it’s genocide and America, with the […]