Art Project

Just because I’m tired, tired.

When I was a kid, in grade school, we had an art project. I was maybe 7 or 8 years old. The project was to find a picture that meant something to us and we were going to laminate it (you also had to find something to laminate it on … thanks dad). I don’t remember what that laminating was, probably some highly toxic shit that I haphazardly brushed on with a 7 or 8 year old’s haphazard glee, maybe even ate some of, not concerned with the possibility of future kids with four arms or an extra eye. But an art project it was. I still remember my teacher being taken aback at my choice of photo. I couldn’t’ tell ya where I would have come about this, a newspaper clipping from years earlier, but I’ve always been a baseball guy and this picture meant a great deal to me then for some reason. I’m sure my teacher was concerned with the violence of it but to me it was just baseball, but when it went awry. Who doesn’t the love the staid when it gets a bit off course?

I think about it now only because, like I said, I’m tired, and I’m eating. There’s only so much you can deal with before a regress to when things were simple, when times weren’t as contentious, or when we weren’t as frightened, when mom and dad only argued, not over politics, but over how much dad would have in his pocket tomorrow and why couldn’t he just brown bag it like the kids (my dad always wanted a couple of extra bucks in his pocket, not for buying lunch, but just in case he came across someone who could use it)

I still have this “art” project, 50 or so years later. It serves as a sort of table at my crosslegged feet while I pathetically or not pathetically eat my dinner, sharing it with cats and a bit of TV I can never decide on. It is one of my greatest reminders.

(excuse the duct tape corner. This stuff that it was can get a bit stabby after all the years)


As Hollywood screenwriters and those that specialize in surreal dark humor shake their heads in frustration knowing that no matter how good they are at what they do they will never be as good as the reality that is the batshittery of the Rudy Traveling Medicine Show, where the only thing missing from this latest stop in the tour was his sweaty melting head’s contorted face and his two snake oil associates revealing that, not only did Biden rig this election with Cuba, Jews and a long dead Hugo Chavez’s help, sending our votes overseas to be counted in Germany and Spain, but that the Biden campaign also got help from aliens. Not the job stealing brown thieving, raping, pillaging, murdering, land claiming aliens trying to cross our border by the hundreds of gazillions on a daily basis but by ACTUAL aliens, the outer spacey kind … before they get their asses kicked by Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum of course.

But these aliens, obviously as conniving and corrupt as Biden himself to offer him their assistance, couldn’t stop the bravest of brave Rudy Show associate snake oilers, Sidney Powell, from dropping some cold hard truth on us … “President Trump won by a landslide, we are going to prove it, and we are going to reclaim the United States of America for the people who vote for freedom” conveniently leaving out that her definition of “freedom” is WILDLY different from the one we’re more accustomed to while adding “oh, and Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum are comin’ with a nuke for your alien asses!”

Rudy Giuliani floated ‘dangerous’ and incendiary false claims of election conspiracy — and Fox News broadcast it live – The Washington Post