In my neck of the woods the first day of Spring arrived rather nicely. That is snow, the white stuff, fell indiscriminately. It was fun to watch. And, it’s March.
With some fear and trepidation, recent horrors are leading to some questions, however indelicate, as to how bombs and shootings can be eradicated so we can return to a semblance of civil order.
It was mighty encouraging to hear that Mr. President is finally getting the cabinet members he really needs. We’re led to believe a few more department heads will get the heave-ho in the immediate future.
On second thought, maybe the national students’ walkout tomorrow, Wednesday, a month after the Valentine’s Day disaster in Parkland, Florida, may be a good thing.
All this malarkey, underway every which way we turn, has become full blown hogwash. I’m waiting for someone to put a muzzle on the ongoing nonsensical babbling.
It goes without saying, public and private schools do care about the safety of students. That response always comes immediately after tragedies unfold into astonishment, anger and total loss at prevention.
It’s not an idle thought. I’m wondering if the entire nation has gone berserk? Does everybody really want to fight, mostly verbal, or just have a good old-fashioned fistfight?
The trend these days is to appoint high schoolers to school boards. What a nice thought and fad. Really though, are teenagers ready for such input in the learning process?
Amidst the ongoing national mourning of the latest shooting massacre, this time at a Parkland, Florida, high school, the blame game is running amok and out of control.
Recent moments of reverie in the form of contemplation brought about some answers for all the bamboozling, hornswaggling and general twattling — mischief — tearing up and dividing the land.
Let’s take a break from solving the inescapable problems of the world. There’s no doubt they never end. What the heck, for full disclosure or rather transparency as the popular saying today goes, today is Fat Tuesday.
It may be time to put all of the national unrest into perspective. Actually it seems as though the ongoing hating and, um, resistance is merely an effort for a never before coup d'état attempt.
A few days before Sunday’s Super Bowl, I saw the story in which several Eagles players had decided not to attend any White House honors program for the football champions, if they won.
Along with four-and-a-half million others, I couldn’t resist watching the State of the Union performance. It was something to behold and gave hope to the nation and the world.
This is going to be a rather delicate essay. It has to be. First and foremost, epithets in any setting are out of line. They are verbal bullying to youngsters and adults alike.
It’s no laughing matter, but Baltimore’s latest police commissioner has been sacked. The reason was a bit surprising. He didn’t reduce violent crimes, which last year included 343 murders. The per capita record for Charm City.
With all disrespect to the so-called law makers, the recent debacle can be described as anti-American and the witlings, the wisenheimers if you will, have set the worst examples of leadership in recent years.
That anomalies are everywhere in the political world goes without saying. Lots of hopefuls jump on bandwagons merely for publicity and shock value. Public amnesia in far too many cases allows some to succeed at the risk of the general good.
In this land of oxymorons, time is ripe for remembrance of The Noble Experiment, that day 96 years ago next week when boozing went underground, and lots of Americans became full-fledged criminals.
I have to admit I’ve been to the White House many times. Remember, it’s not bragging if you can do it – or did it. Well, now!
Breaking News! Alerts! Bulletins! Heavens to Betsy! I’m not scribbling for the teevee newsreaders. Stay with me gentle hearts, we’re zooming like a ray gun from Captain Video and Tom Corbett into 2018.
Here we go. No more promises, or pontifications, resolving to do better in this and that. For the next 363 days the outlook is magnificent. Can we just be nice.
We’re counting the days. No, not for the bogus impeachment talk from all the losers who have nothing worthwhile to say. The latter are one-note players, for sure.
Now, the glorious day after Merry Christmas. How about that? Sure sounds better than winter festival and other neutered descriptions from incontinents who have nothing better to do than try to destroy traditions and history.
In this season of giving, what could be more appropriate than to thank the wise readers of the The Tentacle for taking time to follow these stories?
The top law officer of the nation described a “wonderful weekend” at the Naval Support Facility in Thurmont, Maryland. He wasn’t on a destroyer. Naturally it’s impossible in the Catoctin Mountains.
Whew! At the risk of being smart alecky, the news can now be reported far and wide that the South isn’t going to rise again.