Mediocrity Galore!

There is no measuring the level of disgust I feel right now. Nor the level of angst. Nor the level of sheer terror. 80s flashbacks notwithstanding, it is the mediocrity of it all that is at the heart of it all, at the heart of the way I feel.

2:00 pm. Send in the clowns. Continue reading “Mediocrity Galore!” →

A Page Out of the Old Book, Or…

“Suffer the cowards, the helpless and the sycophants to come unto me.”

I stand corrected. The “march in support of the President” will take place tomorrow, Wednesday, at 2:00 pm. It will be mostly made up of state employees who will be bused from their offices to the Stadium in the company of military and security personnel, all dressed in civilian attire. These people will represent all of us, all too enthusiastically and honestly, of course, at the scheduled Freak Show. Continue reading “A Page Out of the Old Book, Or…” →

End of A Ponytail!

“Three thousands people demonstrated in support of their President on March 5.” So went one news report. Actually they were army recruits in civilian attire doing their commanders bidding, following orders. Continue reading →

Letter to a Friend!

The sobering words I received as a reply to my message below, I will take to heart. Still, there is no logic as to how one feels. I am ashamed and I am ashamed for feeling ashamed. Yet, I remain alive so, in time, I am bound to get over it somehow. For I cannot stomach the very idea of patronage and despair. There is something inside of me that militates and rebels against that. Being ashamed is one thing, I am still a rebel inside. Continue reading “Letter to a Friend!” →