Thursday, October 16, 2025

Film Review: BAD SHABBOS

New on Netflix, Bad Shabbos is a witty and decidedly dark story about an interfaith engaged couple whose parents meet for the first time at the special Friday night sabbath (shabbos) dinner hosted by the Jewish groom-to-be's parents. Time flies by in this 84-minute farcical tale involving the accidental and somewhat gross death of one of the guests.

As a Jew myself I can say the depiction of the Gelfand family is right on the money. The passive-aggressive mother (Kyra Sedgwick) and her wishy-washy husband (David Paymer) typify so many of the Jewish, definitely Democratic, denizens of Manhattan's Upper West Side living in luxury within a stone's throw of Zabar's. Even the perfect challah on the table looks straight from Central Casting. 

I won't spoil things by relating the plot in detail like every other film critic does. Just know that hiding a dead man in the bathroom during dinner will certainly put a damper on your evening, as will emptying the contents of a soup bowl on a future in-law. Everyone except the goyish Catholic visitors from Wisconsin is culpable, including the old faithful Magical Negro* (Method Man) who saves the day. And while they all avoid prison, I'm thinking none of them are going to Heaven.

*The old-fashioned word "Negro" is used to imply that a "magical Black character" who devotes himself to selflessly helping whites is a throwback to racist stereotypes such as the "Sambo" or "noble savage".

Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Some People Crack Me Up

Honestly, you have to wonder about some people. Like what the heck happened in their life to make them the way they are. 

For example, I was just scrolling through some photos of Diane Keaton on Facebook. She was such a beauty throughout her entire life, yet in the comments section below one photo someone had written, "Whatever could Al Pacino have been thinking?" 

For those who are not slaves to Hollywood gossip, Pacino and Keaton were romantically linked for a while, back in the days when they played a married couple in "The Godfather." But I guess this lady thought that Keaton was not worthy of him. So I checked out the commenter's page and her photo showed an old lady who never could have ever been at all attractive, even in the glow of youth on her best day, yet she's writing trash about Diane Keaton! WTF?

I wish I could understand what makes some people tick.

Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Old Enough To Die

The recent death of actress Diane Keaton has me upset for two reasons. One, she's dead. And two, she was 79, which is my age exactly. According to the outpouring of grief online, many people are mourning her passing, saying she was taken from us too soon and wondering what was the cause of her death. But many others are saying, "Hey, she was 79, and that's pretty old. That's almost 80! You can die for no reason other than old age, so everyone should just accept it and move on."  

I hope I last long enough to finish writing this post. Anyway, I would like to put the following celebrities on alert, all of them also born in 1946 and thus old enough to die for no reason:

Sally Field

Susan Sarandon

Candice Bergen

Steven Spielberg

Cher

President George W. Bush

Al Green

Eugene Levy

Dolly Parton

Susan Lucci

Cheech Marin

President Bill Clinton

Liza Minelli

Linda Ronstadt

Sylvester Stallone

Tommy Lee Jones

President Donald Trump

Monday, October 13, 2025

Film Review: THE FRIEND

Apollo, played by Bing.
If you love dogs or Bill Murray or Naomi Watts, you should definitely see The Friend, now streaming on Amazon Prime. It's a somber tale -- not at all funny despite the presence of Mr. Murray -- about a lovable Great Dane named Apollo who steals every scene he's in.

I'm not giving much away to say that Apollo is bequeathed to Iris (Watts) from her friend Walter (Murray) following his death. Only Iris cannot possibly take on this huge burden, and I do mean huge, since she lives in a tiny Manhattan apartment with a strict no-dogs policy, and the dog is the size of a pony. Her moral dilemma is the central theme of the movie.

Walter was a writer of some modest fame who had a large circle of friends, an adult daughter who entered his life fully grown, and several ex-wives, all of whom show up at one social gathering or another. We root for the dog, feel sorry for Iris, and cry like a baby for a few minutes here and there. But relax, it's not just some sappy dog movie -- it's more like Franz Kafka meets Old Yeller, but with a happier ending. Peppered with reflections on what defines a friendship and the meaning of life, it's deep enough to warrant a second viewing. 

In a nutshell: The musical score is quirky and interesting, New York City looks enticing and livable, Naomi Watts is once again brilliant, and Bill Murray got really old, really fast. Trust me, you'll love it. Especially Apollo.

P. S. Relax, the dog lives.

Sunday, October 12, 2025

A Bright Star Is Extinguished

"I tell myself I'm free to do whatever the hell I want with my body. Why not? I may be a caricature of my former self; I'm still wearing wide-belted plaid coats, horn-rimmed glasses, and turtlenecks in the summertime. So what? Nobody cares but me."

Yesterday's shocking announcement of the sudden death of the awesome Diane Keaton, whose photo and quote appear above, has hit me hard. Just six months older than I, she seemed like a personal friend despite my never having met her. Keaton exhibited many admirable qualities, making her a role model for healthy aging and staying true to herself despite being 79 and living in Hollywood -- ground zero for plastic surgery and phoniness. Just a few of her unique qualities follow.

1. Unlike so many other Hollywood icons, she refused to hide her age or appear younger through Botox, surgery, lip injections, eye jobs or cheek implants. Instead she proudly displayed her natural wrinkles with grace, calling them her "battle scars."

2. Indifferent to passing fads, Keaton always dressed in her own quirky style, never caving in to the ridiculous fashion expectations demanded of superstars.

3. She never married, despite having longtime romantic relationships with some of filmdom's greatest stars: Warren Beatty, Woody Allen, Al Pacino and possibly Keanu Reeves, although that last one was never confirmed by either party.

4. She admitted to having no maternal urge to have a baby, but at some point decided it was a good idea and so adopted and raised two children.

5. She wasn't an alcoholic or druggie, never entered rehab and seemed completely sane, happy and down to earth despite the crazy world of show business she inhabited.

6. Unlike some of today's older actresses (Jennifer Lopez, Susan Sarandon, Goldie Hawn) who still show a lot of skin to stay in the spotlight, Keaton always remained a lady.

The skies above Hollywood are dimmer today.

Saturday, October 11, 2025

One Mean Old Coot

He should change his name to Neil Old.

Singer Neil Young, who is now old and crabby, must be really dumb. He has pulled all of his music from Amazon because its owner Jeff Bezos supports our president. He also suggests that everyone BOYCOTT AMAZON!!!! (Like that's gonna happen.)

What a dope. Doesn't Neil understand that perhaps half of his fans are Republicans and love President Trump? These celebrities who think the public cares about their political views crack me up! My advice to all of them is just play your damn music or read your damn lines and keep your silly opinions to yourself.

For the record, I never liked Neil Young, even when he was young. To me it was always Crosby, Stills & Nash, and forever shall it remain.

Friday, October 10, 2025

The First Old-Age Influencer

I recently read about a 36-year old female "lifestyle influencer" on TikTok who has earned tons of money telling people what to eat, where to eat and how to decorate their homes. She joins hundreds of other "influencers" who earn a living by posting videos online, sharing their expertise on certain topics, some of them imaginary. So I figured I'd jump into this crazy world and get rich by reporting what I know about growing older, in the hope that my 79 years of experience might help someone on the bumpy road to assisted living. 

Wrinkles Doctors urge young people to stop smoking with warnings about lung cancer, oral cancer, throat cancer, COPD and the like. They obviously have not succeeded since cigarette smoking continues to flourish; these days the average price for a pack of 20 is $8.00, and can be as high as $12.00 in some states. What doctors should be telling people is that smoking causes wrinkles. I smoked for 40 years, on and off, and now have the skin of an elephant, although thankfully it is not grey. I started using moisturizer in my 40s but that was too late; all it does is sink into the wrinkles.

Stiff Joints I am fortunate not to have stiff joints since I do CrossFit exercises several times a week, and was a runner for 20 years before I had to stop to have hip replacement surgery. So here's the deal: I ruined my hip by daily running, but now I walk and all is well. Exercise is the key, and the only route to a decent dotage. If you never started, boo hoo for you, but start now.

Dying Friends 
Old people die, there's no getting around that. So if you have a lot of old friends, eventually you will have a lot of dead friends. Even worse, you'll have to watch them die and attend lots of funerals. My advice is to befriend people who are about 20 years younger than you, and certainly marry someone at least 10 your junior. Otherwise you'll be hanging out with a lot of stiff-jointed, wrinkled old coots who can never do anything fun because they have a doctor's appointment.

Avoid Obesity Getting fat is the worst thing you can do to your body and will age you faster than every other bad habit, not to mention ruin your looks, if you ever had any. (Old and fat is a bad combo.) To avoid this horrible fate you must eat well, have tons of spinach and other vegetables, don't drink alcohol, at least not much, and stay away from cakes, pies, tarts, donuts, cookies, candy, pretzels, pizza, pasta, chips, dips, Chinese food and anything else that tastes fabulous.

Black Coffee Only Adding cream and sugar, or even just cream, to your coffee is dumb. It will add thousands of calories to your diet over the years, not to mention it's disgusting.

That's all for now. Follow me for more tips on how to stave off the Grim Reaper and look good doing it. Oh, and send me money.



Thursday, October 9, 2025

Dummy Dems?

And of course there's Kamala .....

I have a few friends who are still Democrats that I consider to be very intelligent people. On the other hand, I have in the past had many friends who voted Democrat and were prepared to usher in Kamala Harris as their president, and they aren't so bright. I mention this now because earlier today I read a comment online that accused anyone who voted for Donald Trump of being "a fool and an idiot." Naturally I disagree since I did vote for him and believe strongly that I a neither a fool nor an idiot. In retaliation, a few true examples of my die-hard Democrat ex-friends follow.

N. T., a furniture sales rep and mother of a grown son, when asked what her source of news is since she seemed unable to carry on a simple conversation regarding current events, responded, "My husband reads the New York Times every day, and he tells me what to think."

J. R., a nurse in her late 60s and mother of two adult children, would leave wherever she was in time to get him and watch Rachel Maddow's nightly TV news show. She often said, "I get all my news from Rachel. She is the only one who knows what's going on and speaks the truth." (Coincidentally, J. R. was scammed out of $3,000 over the phone by someone claiming she owed outstanding parking tickets, which she proceeded to pay with a gift card per the scammer's instructions.)

M. M., part-time substitute school teacher and ski instructor with two grown daughters, complained bitterly during any burgeoning discussion of politics between us, "I can't talk with you, you are so much more informed than me. You read a lot of news and I am at a disadvantage."

C. B., former clinical social worker, mother of four and grandmother of three, whined mournfully during any discussion of  politics, "You always make me feel so stupid. I can't compete with you, you know more than I do about all this."

Yet all these people were adamant that the Republicans were a threat to democracy and the Democrats would save the day.

Wednesday, October 8, 2025

I'm No Marxist, But Capitalism Is A Bummer

One of my earliest jobs out of college was creating graphics in an advertising agency. I could tell within a few months that my soul was dying, so I quit. Undaunted, advertising still found me: there's no way to hide and nowhere to hide. The admen will hunt you down relentlessly, demanding you spend money for products you absolutely must have in order to have a fulfilling life.

This ploy doesn't work on me. The only things I need for the rest of my life are food and drink, gas in my car, cleaning supplies for my body and my home, those little inter-dental toothbrushes -- so much better than dental floss -- and possibly surgery when required. Oh, and gifts for friends and family when appropriate. That's it. Yet everywhere I look, someone is selling me something. 

These days TV is little more than a constant parade of commercials hawking new cars, car insurance, life insurance, medication for any disease you have or might get, dog food, cat food, laundry detergent, storm windows, a car windshield, new tires, sleeping aids, bed sheets, weight-loss drugs, hair restorers, dry eye drops, toothpaste or retractable sun umbrellas and garden hoses, all of it on sale just for today and if you order two somehow it costs less than just one.

The Internet is even worse. Whatever you clicked on out of simple curiosity will come back to haunt you 100-fold for days and days. Last night I made the foolish mistake of looking at a pair of black boots online. Since then I have received no less than 30 or 40 ads for boots, all of them black, and it's just past noon.

The phone rings. It's either Spam Risk, Scam Likely or Probably Fraud, selling something, stealing something or asking for a donation. Pardon me while I sob uncontrollably.



Tuesday, October 7, 2025

Kids Do the Darnedest Things

"By engaging youth at an early age, Hamas establishes a pipeline for future combatants. Reports indicate that teenagers, some as young as 12 or 13, are recruited for various roles, including active combat.  

"This practice strongly suggests that the average age of Hamas fighters could be skewed downward, potentially aligning with the under-18 bracket."

Monday, October 6, 2025

Climate Change Sucks


Finally, it's October! Pumpkins, mums and the occasional stuffed scarecrow are everywhere you look. Halloween candy displays dominate all the stores, especially the CVS where two long rows are dedicated to masks, costumes and lawn decorations featuring monsters, cottony spider webs and styrofoam headstones. The leaves are on schedule,  turning red, yellow and orange. So why is it that right now, at three in the afternoon, on the coast of Maine just half a mile from the Atlantic Ocean, it's 76 degrees outside? And even worse, 73 degrees inside?

It's been autumn for more than two weeks now -- is it wrong to expect that I could wear a sweater and maybe a scarf once in a while? The mosquitoes apparently do not check the calendar. They're out there like it's July, along with the bees and the moths and the wasps, all doing their hateful buggy things. And I swear I got a sunburn while sitting outside with a friend at lunchtime earlier today. 

I have been recycling religiously ever since it became a thing to do. I bring my own cloth bags to the market, never buy food packed in boxes or plastic and walk instead of drive when it's reasonable. Despite these earnest measures, it keeps getting hotter outside and I'm pissed about it. I live in Maine for a reason and it's certainly not the people, it's the climate. Or at least the old climate. This new climate sucks. 

I'm done with it. 

Saturday, October 4, 2025

Bullshit Friends

It's not too late to make changes in your life until you are no longer breathing. I am still breathing and so have decided to make some changes. For starters, I have eradicated the non-friends from my so-called "Friends" list on Facebook. The very use of the word on that app is an insult; it should be called Users.

I won't insult whoever is reading this with a textbook definition of friendship, but allow me a little reminder. If you haven't seen someone in the flesh in months, or ever, and they haven't posted recently on your Facebook page, or ever, and they haven't called you on the phone in weeks, or ever, they are not a friend. Chances are they became your Facebook friend just to increase the number of friends they have there, which is as sick and twisted as anything I have ever heard.

Right now one of my dearest friends for the last 38 years is dying of pancreatic cancer. This impending huge loss has put all of life in perspective for me and made me understand that the time I have left is not to be wasted. Not one second of it. Certainly not on listening to someone drone on about their life, their relationships, their disappointments and their health problems, without stopping to inquire about yours.

I'm done with it. And you should be too.


Friday, October 3, 2025

"Some People Did Something"

Muslim women waiting for a bus. (They can't drive.)
The world hates Jews, and I can't figure out why. The only thing I can think of is that Jews don't fight back, the Israeli army being the exception. But one-on-one, a Jew is not a fighter. 

Instead he's a thinker, a rational being, the type of person most hated by the dumb brutes of the world, i. e. Arab Muslims, who are essentially low-level primates who throw gays off rooftops, run over their own daughters for adultery and cut off the hands of petty thieves.

The latest antisemitic act to make headlines happened yesterday in Manchester, England. The attacker, named Jihad Al-Whatever, drove up to a synagogue and rammed his car into a group standing out front, then got out and stabbed someone. This occurred on Yom Kippur, a very big deal Jewish holy day, no doubt making his mother proud. The police were summoned and shot him dead, which is too bad since he deserved much worse -- perhaps a beheading after which his dripping head could be marched throughout the city streets on a spear. Now that would be something to celebrate.

Hey, I can't kill a fly -- really, one was bothering me last night and he's still here today in my kitchen -- but I might be able to kill a Muslim in order to save the world. Of course I'm sure lots of them are very nice. Like Rep. Ilhan Omar, a Muslim who has infiltrated our government and said after the airplanes crashed into the World Trade Center in 2001, "Some people did something."  

What a coincidence, all 19 of the people who did something were also Muslims. 



Thursday, October 2, 2025

When Life Gets Boring

Many bored people climbing Mt. Everest.
Here's a tough question: What do you do when you're tired of living but you don't want to die? I find myself in this situation more and more lately. At the age of 79 I can honestly say "been there, done that" to so many things. And as far as the things I have not done, like changing my gender, piercing my labia or taking ayahuasca, they are not appealing. 

Something that is still appealing but is undoable is climbing Mt. Everest. It's very popular with bored people but out of the question for me, mostly because I hate to fly and the flight to Nepal from Maine is 32 hours and 23 minutes. No can do -- I still have jet lag from my seven-hour flight back from England a week ago.

One possible answer is to re-attempt some of the things I have failed at in the past, but this time succeed. So today I will once again open Virginia Woolf's 1927 novel, To The Lighthouse, and commit to finishing it this time. (I've never made it past page nine.) According to reviewers, the plot is secondary to its philosophical introspection, and I could use a little of that right now.



Wednesday, October 1, 2025

The Lure of Celebrity

My husband and I are great fans of the Amazon Prime series Clarkson's Farm. We watched it about a year ago and especially loved the show's setting: The Cotswolds in Great Britain. So when we made plans for a trip there, we included a few days in that rural area about two hours west of London, thinking it would be fun to stop at the Diddly Squat Farm Store. 

Assuming we would just walk right in, browse around for a few minutes and then go on with our day, we were unprepared for the wild scene we encountered. It was like Black Friday at Walmart. A never-ending stream of cars snaked onto the huge dirt parking lot staffed with men in orange vests directing traffic. A long line of people stood waiting to enter the tiny shop that was about the size of a gas station convenience store in the boonies. 

Having seen the show I knew what was for sale in there: soaps, trinkets imprinted with the show's logo, candles, and some fresh produce and meats from the farm, none of which we wanted or needed. Thus we chose to move on without waiting half an hour or so to finally get inside and buy a souvenir, especially knowing that Jeff Bezos, owner of Amazon, would get a piece of every purchase. 

Why all the commotion? Because Jeremy Clarkson (see photo above) is, or at least was, a TV star in Britain before he bought a farm and created the comic documentary series about his new life. I guess it's no surprise that people are drawn to celebrities like moths to a flame -- forgive the hackneyed expression but that's what it looked like -- even if they are fat old white men. But Jeremy wasn't even there! Still, throngs of people waited for no reason we could understand, and as we left the cars kept on coming. A few photos follow.

Most people stood in front of this sign and took selfies. 

The line of people waiting to enter the tiny farm store. 



Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Merry Old England

America is going to Hell in a hand basket. Silly as that sounds, since of course it would never fit, my husband says that all the time. And judging from the daily news, he is correct. 

Sign on a street in England for public restrooms.
Returning home after only 12 days in Great Britain, it hit me hard how screwed up things are here. As of August 31 there have been 309 mass shootings in the United States, resulting in 302 deaths and 1,354 injuries. And that's not even counting Charlie Kirk's assassination just three weeks ago, and the more recent shootings in Michigan, Texas and North Carolina.

It's not called "Merry Old England" for nothing -- I was noticeably happier there every day. Okay, sure, I was on vacation -- but since I don't have a steady job, that's of little relevance. What matters more is that their citizens appeared to be happier too, with punctuality and politeness seemingly built into their DNA. Plus they have only two genders, which makes life so much easier. (See photo.

Maybe it's all the coffee we drink, while they prefer a quiet cup of tea. In fact, the only negative during my British holiday was the inability to find a decent cup of coffee. But I'd give that up for feeling safe when I leave my home. As things are now, even a quick trip to the grocery store is cause for worry, which by the way does actually work: I recently read that 95% of the things we worry about never happen.

Monday, September 29, 2025

Goodbye


This is the end of this blog. 

Nobody reads it, nobody comments, not even any of my Facebook friends since Debra died more than three years ago. 

Unlike Kamala Harris, I can take a hint.

Saturday, September 27, 2025

Eating in England

I have just returned from a vacation in England and from the internet, which is why there have been no new blog posts. To compensate, I'd like to share with my readers some of my experiences, starting with the culinary. While in London, being such an international city, we ate ethnic food daily -- Greek, Indian, Turkish -- and it was without fail fabulous. British food was less so, drab and plain, with the exception of their ubiquitous fish and chips. 

Following are photos showing some examples of how this tasty dish dominates that country -- in London, in the rural area known as the Cotswolds and on The Isle of Wight, off England's southern coast. 





















Monday, September 15, 2025

The Second Coming of Someone

The death of Charlie Kirk has exposed a deep need in America for something, or someone, to believe in. 

While Kirk was undoubtedly an outspoken advocate for truth and godliness who connected with students on college campuses across the country, the reaction since his death has been beyond any I have ever seen in my lifetime, and I'm old enough to remember what went on after the assassinations of JFK, RFK, Martin Luther King, Malcom X, Medgar Evers and John Lennon.

Wasn't Kirk just a brash podcaster with a conservative message? Considering how his influence has exploded since his murder, with thousands of new followers online and at least 18,000 new chapters of his Turning Point organization opening across the US (and requests for another 32,000), one might suspect he was more than just an outspoken conservative with a strong ego and a desire to change people's hearts and minds to his way of thinking. Much more.

Personally, I never saw or heard Kirk speak and knew almost nothing about him until his murder. So I was surprised by the outpouring of grief, the exalted testimony from lawmakers including the President, and the dramatically emotional speech made by his grieving widow praising him as the world's greatest dad and most loving husband who now "stands at the side of Jesus in Heaven."

The ongoing prayer vigils for Kirk, held in cities from coast to coast, suggest we lost not just a man but a god. But he wasn't a god, he was simply a man, albeit one with a mission. Hopefully the members of the media, always seeking to fill a 24/7 news hole, and Charlie's followers, empty inside and looking for a hero, won't turn him into the second coming of Jesus Christ -- or worse, Jim Jones.

Saturday, September 13, 2025

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

We've all heard the expression, "Money can't buy happiness." Apparently it can't buy smarts either. 

Recently Larry Ellison, who last week topped Elon Musk as the world's richest person due to his ownership of Oracle, a billion-dollar company that does something I don't understand (which is why I am not rich myself), said he wants to live for as long as he can. To that end, the 81-year-old has donated hundreds of millions to aging research, explaining, "Death has never made any sense to me. How can a person just be there and then vanish?"

Larry, baby, listen to yourself -- talk about not making sense! People don't vanish when they die. That would be fantastic if they did: Poof, you're gone, no cleanup necessary.

Anyway, maybe he could work on that at his big company. Or else ask Elon, they must be friends.


Friday, September 12, 2025

The Risks of Parenthood

Admit it: Having a baby is a crap shoot. You don't know what you'll get. If it's healthy at birth with all limbs and organs in the right place, you can breathe a sigh of relief -- at least for a while. Pretty soon all the other stuff shows up: can it talk, does it smile, can it see and hear? Yes? Okay, time to celebrate!

But what if 22 years later your perfect baby turns out to be the killer of Charlie Kirk? How did that happen? The young man's father is the one who turned him in, and that's understandable -- he made the creature. I cannot imagine the Hell this young man's parents now occupy and will occupy for the rest of their lives, wondering what they did wrong and when they did it. Surely there was something.

I thank God, as I have since the day he was born, that my only offspring is kind, thoughtful, intelligent and empathetic, with all his limbs and organs in the right place and with a sense of humor as a bonus. Maybe my husband and I did something right after all.

Thursday, September 11, 2025

Rosie O'Donnell Killed Charlie Kirk


The level of violence in America has sent me scrambling to find a new home, no easy task at my age since very few countries allow seniors to immigrate. But I'll keep searching because these United States are far from united, and the chasm between the ideologies of our political parties widens every day.

What's worse, Hollywood's biggest stars make their feelings known. This takes a toll. For example, I can no longer see any film with Robert DeNiro, who at one time was among my favorite actors. But his vicious anti-Trump rants have turned me off completely, to the point where I can never again see him as the young Vito Corleone in The Godfather Part II. Instead, he's just a rich ass who hates Republicans.

So it is with Rosie O'Donnell, shown above. Once an endearing actress who delighted fans with her stand-up routines and adorable performances in movies like Sleepless in Seattle, A League of Their Own and The Flintstones, now she's just a grumpy dyke with a huge chip on her shoulder, which she occasionally uses to hurl at some unsuspecting Republican who did the unthinkable and voted for Trump.

But wait! I thought we were done with Rosie when she fled to Ireland in early 2025, shortly after Trump was inaugurated, and applied for Irish citizenship. But now she's busy posting videos of herself making foolish comments and riling up her base, which one assumes is other grumpy Democrat dykes. A recent one cites Trump's assassination attempt as a phony setup, based on the fact that, "His ear grew back. It miraculously regenerated!"

Okay, two things: First, Trump's earlobe was not shot off, it was grazed by a bullet which caused it to bleed profusely. And second, what about Corey Comperatore, the man who was killed during that failed assassination attempt? Was he a paid actor? Is he still really alive? (Someone should tell his grieving family it never happened, they'll be delighted.) 

Incendiary comments by the likes of Rosie O'Donnell spur insane people to commit acts of violence in the name of their supposed truths. Rosie surely had a hand, albeit remotely, on the trigger that shot the bullet that killed Charlie Kirk yesterday afternoon. 


Wednesday, September 10, 2025

What's Good About America?

Charlie Kirk, 1988-2025
While Chuck Schumer and his ilk worry about the sexual misbehavior of Jeffrey Epstein, a very rich and now very dead man who never held any political office and mattered only to his friends and family, a crazed gunman is on the loose in Utah after murdering Charlie Kirk, the vibrant 31-year-old father of two whose only crime was being an outspoken Republican with an affinity for Donald Trump.

America is in a rapid decline. On the same day as the heinous murder mentioned above there was a school shooting in Colorado resulting in three students injured. 

Crime is rampant and shows no signs of slowing down, yet half of Congress is going bananas over an alleged birthday card from President Trump to Epstein showing a childish drawing of a woman's body. It was created 22 years ago, long before Trump had political aspirations.

Half of our Congress is a joke and who knows how many of our citizens are mentally unstable. What's good about America? Remind me.

Living With FOBM

This morning I went out to run a few errands in town. I parked my car and was just about to hop out when I noticed a young black man walking in my direction. Making sure the doors were locked, I stayed in my car until he got into a car and drove away. I did this because I suffer from moderate to severe FOBM (Fear of Black Men), and it's getting worse.

Oddly enough, my condition is much more pronounced here in Maine than years ago when I lived in Washington, DC., a majority black city. But things have gotten much worse in society since then, with black hatred of whites currently off the charts. From what we see on the news, the feeling is mutual.

Most recently, a surveillance video that has gone viral shows a young white woman enter a subway train in Charlotte, NC, take a seat and then moments later get fatally stabbed three times in the neck from behind by a black man with long dreadlocks. This incident serves to reinforce a growing racial divide leading to new cases of FOBM among white women. It's too bad, but a gut reaction is a gut reaction.

Like all of us, I am hoping for a cure. Until then I am staying off public transportation, not going out at night, walking only on busy main roads and having a pair of eyes installed in the back of my head.

Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Maine's #1 Sport: Virtue Signaling

Janet Mills, the current governor of Maine,  is very concerned about gays. In fact, she's concerned about all those people in the LGBTQA+ community. She's also worried about the Wabanaki, a tribe of native Americans who were here before there was anything but rocks and trees and rivers until the white man arrived and ruined everything. 

In Maine, if you are a Wabanaki you are very special indeed; some places let you in for free, like the Coastal Botanic Gardens in Boothbay which charges between $25 to $29 for adults -- tickets for students and kids are cheaper -- but is free for the Wabanaki, and all you have to do is say you are one. (Woo woo!

On the other hand, Jews don't count for much here. Heck, you won't get hired by LLBean if they suspect you're a Jew. But I live here anyway, mostly because to date there have been no random stabbings on the street, no people pushed onto subway tracks --there's no subway --and no mass shootings, school or otherwise. 

While it's troubling that here in Maine, every transgender, queer person or "New Mainer" is more accepted than any intelligent and societally contributive Jew, still I must admit it's very pretty here, especially in autumn. At least there's that.

Sunday, September 7, 2025

Your Best Friend is Always With You

Typical American gorging at breakfast?

The illustration above accompanied an article online about how American tourists are seen by those in other countries. But who cares? According to our country's "fat acceptance movement," we should all applaud this woman for being herself and not worrying about what other people may think of her. 

Since I am constantly berating obesity in this blog, I receive plenty of hate-filled comments saying that I suck and that I must be a very unhappy person. Why else would I be so judgmental?

I'm judgmental because I have a functioning brain. And while I may be unhappy, it's not because I can't walk up a flight of stairs (without breathing hard) or fit into an airline seat (or any seat) or buy clothes off the rack or touch my toes (or see my toes) or do 50 sit-ups (or one sit-up). Though many people may dislike me, my body remains my best friend. And in the end, that's the one I need the most to be on my side.

We all do.


Saturday, September 6, 2025

Boring Never Looked So Good

I just returned to Maine after three days in New York City, city of my birth, and I'm so happy to be back. Granted, I was there for an unhappy reason: a dear friend is suffering from a terminal illness and is currently hospitalized, possibly for the last time -- it's hard to know. Thus much of my time was spent at his bedside, or in the hospital lounge when he needed a break from visiting. Not fun.

Still, there were long hours spent not at the hospital but on the streets of Manhattan, which supplied plenty of their own misery. Skyscrapers so tall you couldn't see their tops, apartment buildings that looked like beehives, graffiti everywhere. But most noticeable was the non-stop blaring of sirens: ambulances, fire trucks, cop cars -- you name it, it blared -- all day with perhaps 10 minutes between blasts. 

Not that there was ever silence. The constant mayhem of street traffic was everywhere: buses, automobiles and trucks rumbling, honking and belching fumes were just one part. Another horror was the addition of New York's relatively new bike lanes tucked between the sidewalk and the parked cars, a speedway of bikers threatening to run you down if you didn't stay back, look both ways and let them pass.

Back home in Maine, boring seems heavenly.






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