My Musings

This text is currently hidden by a css change. Alow's me to go directly to the category description because it is editable in the front end,
Font size: +

The Holy Hand Grenade


If I had been cryogenically frozen in the mid-1980s and thawed just this past week, not only would I have missed the Spice Girls phenomenon, but I might have been amazed to discover that we humans hadn't yet killed each other off, along with most other life forms, via our stockpiles of intercontinental ballistic missiles and their cargo of nuclear warheads. However, I might have concluded, upon picking up a newspaper (a broadsheet so much thinner and narrower than I recall!), that The Soviet Union is alive and well: they still invent cockamamie reasons for invading a neighbor, such as to conduct a "peacekeeping mission"; facts are impossible to come by since the media are controlled by the state; and no one can leave the country.

Yes, I know, people can leave, but no one will take them in these days, except Belarus, and who wants to go there? That's the price you pay for raining shells onto your closest neighbor and creating the worst refugee crisis in Europe in 80 years. I visited a Berlin museum in the early 1980s and saw the lengths to which East Germans had gone to sneak out. They were installing secret panels in cars to hide human cargo and flying hot air balloons over the Berlin Wall while we Central New Yorkers were able to drive north and answer a few questions to get into Canada. This wasn't so long ago; lots of East Europeans alive today recall how much fun it was to live under Soviet rule, with the Kremlin calling the shots. Which is to say, no fun at all.

So, is it any wonder that Ukranian moms are taking up arms against invading Russian soldiers? The choices are either awful or much worse: fight and go through the hell of war; or submit and have a puppet beholden to Moscow installed as your new master. When war is clearly the better option, you know things are bad.

I fear dark days ahead, but my admiration for Ukraine – a country I knew precious little about until recently – is enormous. The resistance has inspired the western world to band together against Vlad, inflicting pain on his economy and people, and frankly a lot of other people as well. Putin is calling this "an economic war" against him. Call it whatever you want, but don't expect the civilized world to ignore your brutal treatment of a peaceful country.

I have a fantasy that a rogue Russian Minister will sprinkle some of that soviet-era poison dust into a bowl of Putin's borscht so that he turns green and even German doctors can't save him. But given that he puts 20 feet between himself and his closest allies and probably employs a battery of food tasters, that would be a little difficult to achieve without him noticing. 

Icy Dancer


No comments made yet. Be the first to submit a comment
Already Registered? Login Here
Wednesday, 22 May 2024



Daily Haiku


Cats oft’ void their guts.

They cough out fur balls. They puke.  

We tread carefully.  


College Tuition

We dig ourselves a deep hole

Need a second job.


Now that I’m sixty

People think I’m a wise man

Probably, I’m not


I’m in my Fifties

But tomorrow I’m Sixty

Will need a sports car


My PCP Says

“Keep doin’ what yer doin’”

Prob’ly I should not


It’s St. Patrick’s Day

We eat beef that has been corned

Whatever that means


Robots and A.I.

I will make use of these soon

To do my taxes


Strange Oscar night end

Pacino failed to mention

Best pic nominees


Who’s this Katie Britt?

Scary. Wierd. We could have used

A Trigger Warning


Subscribe To The Blog

Produce This Audio Play!

Ever wanted to produce a radio play?  Think you have the mettle?  Read on!

Tag Cloud

New England Car Dealerships Folk Music Peacekeeping Stories I should write Pats Bands I haven't seen People I know Food Royal Stuff My Estate Bodysurfing the future Brewing Cornhole star Higher Education Grass Skiing Trump Syracuse Reese's Peanut Butter Cups Motorists Cars My grandparents First World Problems The future Skiing Religion high winds curling shoes Ice Dancing gathering throngs TV Eclipse Skating Head injuries Fiction Rabbit Hole Politics As Usual Plastic Butterfingers Canadiana Weather Eating and Drinking Soccer Coyotes NPR Bands I've Seen Elvis Presley Imaginings Sugarbush Email Music Godfather Brain Surgery Spice Girls College Boston Good Reads Drumming Mustard Real Estate BB King Work Quebect The Old Days Dad advice Audubon Bar Bill Monroe China Them Kids Hand Planes Roommates I've Had Red Sox Rock Bands Joan Jett Football Ukraine soapbox rantings The Future Allergies seasons Advertising Wind Texting Martinis Short Fiction Vaccines Theater Christmas Earth Ticketmaster Soviet Union Chowder Vaughn Hot Air Balloon Sports US Senate Soul Coughing midwinter vacations Halloween Hache Verde Emergencies COVID-19 the sea tambourrine NFL vacation Beer Barber Shops coronavirus Mass General Hospital weather War and Peace Accounting Cats Knots Mom and Dad When I die Liz Phair 1980s Bands I've seen Scotch and Sirloin Art nukes Mike Doughty COVID Yeast Hawaii Snow Guns Radiohead Guns and Ammo My Parents Soup afterlife Smoke Meat town square punk music winter technology Bicycles Climate Change Teeth Candy My sisters Bunker Existential Crisis Zoom Tom Waits acerbic high school principal Me The Past Putin Masks Golf Marketing Gimmicks Spoon the band Diseases Ketchup baseball Bikes Audio Bob Dylan plan mid-winter vacations cornhole Stairs Things I've done Reveillon Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde Europe Canada Communication Channels Big Shoes Belgian Ales Hurricanes Biden