Michael McLeod
That's really nice of you Peggy.
I read a lot and much of what I read is on sites I have to pay for, written by world-class journalists once referred to, by an overweight rich man whose name escapes me, as "enemies of the people," and so I think of sharing that particular endangered but enlightening resource and commenting about it as a combination public service/practice/mental health therapy.
By "public service" I mean I have access to the best stories and the best writing in the country and I like sharing it for free, and if some people here don't like it I figure: how hard is it, duh, to just not read it?
By "practice" I mean it's writing I'm not getting paid for, it's not getting published anywhere, and so I'll say things and take chances that I might not take if I know I'm on the clock and risk getting called out for typos, factual errors, and obvious signs of ongoing psychosis. That keeps my creative juices flowing.
By "mental health" I mean I don't get out much these days and when I do I'm wearing a mask and moving fast, and banging away on our little chat room here is a not-bad-at-all surrogate for the casual conversations I once engaged in at the grocery store and the neighborhood bars and such.
By the way: Interesting, isn't it, that people hardly mention the fact that we now have a Catholic in the White House. Last time that happen, we were kids, and it was a BIG DEAL. I remember the nuns being all charged up about it. And then that awful day when we were in class and they announced his assassination. God what a horrible thing. Much worse, in its own way, than what we just went through.
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