Michael Reagan has his mommy.

Yesterday, I had the unpleasant experience of having a webrat from youtube pop its weasel nose out of its hole, accuse me of using crack, then of making assumptions and finally by attacking an essay written for seasoned readers who already knew about the Great Backstab and evidence AIDS is manmade proceeded to violate me […]

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Hearts Up For Grabs

In a baseball game, it doesn’t matter if you play well, and the game was exciting, if you lose, you’re skunked and that’s the end of it in history. Not always so in times of war. Anne Frank’s life has remained to inspire people despite her death. Every fugitive who arrived safely over the tracks […]

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What It’s Like to Be Me

When I was a kid about nine years old some Italian-American was in a fight with a Black kid.  They were dressed differently.  The Italian-American public school student wore dirty jeans and an everyday man’s tee-shirt.  The Black kid was dressed for school.  He was dressed fancy enough to have added a tie.  He wore […]

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