BDB (FKA Haakon Dahl) Has No Shame When It Comes to Stealing from You the American Taxpayer

It seems that some veterans want to create an impression that a veteran is a veteran is a veteran. Then there are guys like me who think combat arms veterans, in particular, have paid one hell of a lot more dues than the majority of vets, especially those we call rear echelon mother fuckers (REMF). … Continue reading BDB (FKA Haakon Dahl) Has No Shame When It Comes to Stealing from You the American Taxpayer →

QotD 10 April 2020: He also started the group “Metta Tantric Therapy” which John Walker told me was pornographic.

~10¢ (AKA: 10) rat king* of the mischief Either John Walker (JW) and/or 10 is lying/ a liar/ liars because there was nothing in the group as in nada. My short lived group {Metta Tantric Therapy (AKA: The Simon Tao [TST])} was created to bring the concept of the Golden Rule to the sinners and/or … Continue reading QotD 10 April 2020: He also started the group “Metta Tantric Therapy” which John Walker told me was pornographic. →

Thoughts from the Chaplain’s Corner: On the Passing of Terry Anderson (1947-2024)

Greetings ST, and All, When I heard about Terry Anderson's passing yesterday, one of his self-described 'prison poems', "Patience", from his 1993 memoir, Den of Lions - detailing his 7-year captivity in Beirut [1985-1991] came to mind again. A printout of the poem - a thank you from a patient - hung above my office … Continue reading Thoughts from the Chaplain’s Corner: On the Passing of Terry Anderson (1947-2024) →

Saint Valentine’s Day Poem

Time to tweak this bad-boy. Just wanted to bring it to mind and tell you I wrote it on Valentine's Day after finishing a plate of baby-back ribs at Applebees, cold and alone on FEB 14. I asked the waitress for a piece of paper and pen because the poem sort of fell into my … Continue reading Saint Valentine’s Day Poem →

For Love of The Great Lover

I woke up to the glorious sun of the yellow corn pictured here, warmth, colour and light spilling from my IPad into my still-tenebrous chamber. (It’s early yet, as folk would say here.) A simple, quotidian comestible, and one I think of as quintessentially American; I remember reading that corn-on-the-cob is disdained in the Old … Continue reading For Love of The Great Lover →

Frost-y Morning

I woke up to Nanda’s request the I explore a poet on our blog here. Oh— if you insist! ( meaning: I thought you’d never ask! Caveat: this is all purely personal, my degrees are in Anthropology and law; I ain’t no English major.) “Blood has been harder to dam back than water./ Just when … Continue reading Frost-y Morning →

Miracles by Jeff-Starship

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f93RCCbij4c I've been so many places, I've seen some things. The koolest name ever in rock & roll: Grace Slick.

Saint Valentine’s Day Poem

Time to tweak this bad-boy. Cut me to the bone with your tongue Break my heart with your tortures But my Love when you turn your smile onto me the pain and heartbreak go away and I recall why and know that I love you