A pox on all houses, everywhere

Sometimes, there’s a man….I won’t say hero, because what’s a hero anyways….but sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. I keep thinking that maybe it’s time to get back to writing, and then i let another week go by. I abide. The problem i keep having is that I have no idea where to start anymore. It’s all a jumble in my head, of semi-wordless ranting directed at some of the usual suspects.... more

Okay. There’s a whole lot, lot, lot, going on. Go read it all. And if you absolutly need to pick on the last detail, come back here. Done? Hugo doesn’t know Christian history. Or at least, he doesn’t so far as I can tell from reading his work. they quarreled over whether the kosher purity laws were still in effect. Every time, the popularizers — those who wanted to make Christianity more accessible — won. Every time the “purists” grumbled. They are still grumbling now... more

He wasn’t supposed to be there. I don’t recall exactly why. If I think about it hard enough, his stop should have been a mile back. The bus was nearing my house, and I was at least slightly concerned. He wanted our attention so badly. He was a bully, a clown. He was also capable of being very mean. I think he was held back, or at least he was large for his age. I was small. 5th percentile small. Off the charts small. They actually drew my line in the margins when I went to t... more