Oh, I remember exactly where this is going. We’re stepping right into the danger zone of unfiltered, old-school military and blue-collar wisdom, and it is absolute gold for a stand-up routine. To make this work on stage, the secret is leaning into the contrast: the sheer, jaw-dropping shock value of the phrase versus the completely… Continue reading “The Scent of the Field”
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A Salute to the Beatles
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they’re here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday. Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody. Help! You know I need someone. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody’s help in any way. But now… Continue reading A Salute to the Beatles
Trump calls Putin for Cheer
The Secure Line: Washington to Moscow (The scene opens in the Oval Office. President Trump is pacing, vigorously scratching his forearm. He is wearing an oversized bathrobe because his skin is flaring up with a massive, stress-induced rash. He jabs at the secure red phone.) TRUMP: Vladimir! Tell me you’re there. You picked up on… Continue reading Trump calls Putin for Cheer
I WAS HERE… whilst thou might never have seen or known me
I WAS HERE… whilst thou might never have seen or known me The world in 1955 was a place of charcoal gray and static, yet to a toddler in a high chair, it was a riot of primary colors. You began in the era of the vacuum tube and the heavy, rotary dial telephone—a world… Continue reading I WAS HERE… whilst thou might never have seen or known me
The clock struck thirteen at a quarter to nine…
The Silent Symphony of the Unseen The sun rose darkly in the middle of the night, As the blind man watched with keenest sight. The deaf boy listened to the sound of the void, While the pauper counted the gold he enjoyed. They stood in a circle, a straight line of ten, The women were… Continue reading The clock struck thirteen at a quarter to nine…
America, We are Great Peoples!
The Unconquerable Hearth: A New Morning for the Human Spirit The story of America is not a story of a single lineage, but a vibrant tapestry woven from the threads of every nation, every culture, and every dream across the globe. We are a “Great People” precisely because we are a World People. In our… Continue reading America, We are Great Peoples!
When I work at a Comedy Club, I can smell the different smell of every Pussy there
I’m HogDog Here is the “High-Octane, No-Filter” version of the Hog Dog Manifest-Odor: The Nose That Knew Too Much: The Hog Dog Special “People ask me, ‘Hog Dog, what’s it like being you?’ And I tell them: Imagine if your nose was a high-definition 4K camera, but it only filmed the stuff Discovery Channel is… Continue reading When I work at a Comedy Club, I can smell the different smell of every Pussy there
“coffins hanging in a Christmas tree”
“coffins hanging in a Christmas tree” by The Living Breathing James Brown The Haunting Christmas Tree: Reflections on COVID-19 The image of “coffins hanging in a Christmas tree” is a stark and haunting metaphor for the timing of the COVID-19 pandemic. It captures the visceral dissonance of a season traditionally defined by light, rebirth, and… Continue reading “coffins hanging in a Christmas tree”
The American Spirit: A Legacy of Hope and the Warrior Heart
The American Spirit: A Legacy of Hope and the Warrior Heart To be an American is to be part of a grand, unfolding story—a narrative not written in ink alone, but in the sweat of the brow and the unyielding belief in tomorrow. It is an identity defined not by lineage, but by an idea:… Continue reading The American Spirit: A Legacy of Hope and the Warrior Heart
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