Here in the US, it’s Thanksgiving Eve. When my parents were alive, this was always a big deal. This is the third Thanksgiving without them, but it’s the first time I’ve been able to sort of sit down, catch my breath, and think about it. Thanksgiving of 2013 and 2014 made no impact. My brothers…
Denial isn’t one of my problems
November 6, 2023
I hurt my back a few days ago. Actually, I ruined my back in 1992, when I was working as a field representative for a document-retrieval service. More on that later. Though I have more problems than you can imagine, denial isn’t one of them. That’s an emergency-room wrist band. At 8:00 a.m. I drove…
Posting from a kneeling position
November 3, 2023
The constant pain from my recent back injury has subsided. Now I can walk again, but I can’t sit. I’m posting while kneeling in my backwards chair. Since that isn’t feasible, here’s another recycled post. Forgive me. A letter from my past I just found a letter I’d forgotten I wrote. It’s dated September 26,…
Why I’ve never had an agenda
October 11, 2023
In my senior year of college in Portland, Oregon, a group of friends and I went to an all-you-can-eat brunch buffet at a Chinese restaurant every Sunday morning. It was there that a guy named Mike christened me a “convictionless amoeba” for not have an agenda. I laughed for hours. That was exceptional use of…
Old Man
September 23, 2023
I’m not yet able to write the sort of post I want. There’s a lot information about Israel and Russia that needs to be disseminated, but I’m not up to it. Also, a huge Middle Eastern media outlet is expressing interest in my posts about Yemen. I spoke to the reporter, and he said that…
A very rough day
August 30, 2023
Yes, it was a very rough day. I finally returned to a project that I’ve been neglecting because it represents so much negativity. Murder, lies, being played for a fool, mental illness, evil, injustice… But enough about my marriage. No, I was never married. I did ask one woman to marry me, and she said,…
A novelist, once
August 24, 2023
I planned on being a novelist, but after my parents died, and my publicists turned out to be frauds who robbed me of my life’s savings, I gave up on it. Today a deranged woman on Twitter kept using the word “novelist” to insult me. Since she’s illiterate, has no factual knowledge, and hates Jews,…
An onslaught of imposters
August 15, 2023
An explanation is in order. Currently it’s impossible for me to keep up with my personal correspondence. I get messages from people asking me why I haven’t answered them. It’s because I can’t. What happened is that my research into the murders of Ismail Bakr, Mohammed Bakr, Ahed Bakr, and Zakaria Bakr caused me to…