Old Men Weighing in on Life Its Ownself
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“The worthless, demented sumbitch just destroyed out economy, got our troops killed, murdered a mess of Iranians, got allies in the Mideast attacked, totally wrecked our economy and then he Continue Reading →
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I often play a mental exercise game that my parents played constantly after World War II: “What if …?” When my parents played the “What if … ?” they tended Continue Reading →
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It’s time to be totally and brutally honest about what those who still support Trump are. They are a band of brain-dead racist, homophobic, sexist, xenophobic knuckle-dragging zombies stumbling through Continue Reading →
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It wasn’t very crowded at Bert’s Diner Saturday morning. It was a pretty Midwest morning, and I reckon most folks were enjoying the outdoors. We had most of our group Continue Reading →
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If you choose to ignore the smell, to turn your back on the evil you are a part of it. If you sense a putrid bone-deep stink coming off Republicans Continue Reading →
We save democracy by practicing democracy NOTE from Sterling – A friend of mine from teaching days at the big U asked if he could be a part of OldMen since he now Continue Reading →
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When I started this group I never thought it would be so hard. I thought I’d write a little, the other old farts would pitch in and that would be Continue Reading →
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Walter Campbell, former prosecutor, judge and now “visiting judge,” came into the backroom at Bert’s with a purple haze of language about his person. He took off his coat, through Continue Reading →
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By the time we old geezers walked out of Bert’s Diner Wednesday morning took a consensus to our cars and trucks. Too many Democrats are still intent on making points Continue Reading →
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Who in America, as we move from winter to Spring, is afraid? A better, more exacting question might be: Who in the third rock from the sun is not afraid? Continue Reading →