Sammy the candidate hits the Talk Show circuit…

He rounded the corner and after going through the motions of acknowledging what seemed to be an adoring crowd; he turned and headed towards the couch, pausing to shake the hand of the host before taking a seat and for a brief moment he was taken aback by the look of unfiltered loathing on theContinue reading “Sammy the candidate hits the Talk Show circuit…”

Backstage – Sammy’s introduction

Sammy surveyed his surroundings backstage and he was calm; serene even, not unlike a Buddhist monk in the confines of a remote monastery. But, he couldn’t shake the nagging pull of logic dictating that he should be nervous, as he was in uncharted territory. On the other hand maybe it was possible that he wasContinue reading “Backstage – Sammy’s introduction”

The politics of politics or looking out for yourself, simply put

As I watch the gridlock in Washington D.C with a healthy combination of disgust and resignation, I can’t help but to muse about what a great job it must be, to serve (or serve yourself) as a national politician. Like a politician, I’ve been apt to run my piehole endlessly without saying anything of consequenceContinue reading “The politics of politics or looking out for yourself, simply put”

Choices: Chasing immortality or treasuring our time?

Growing up in Chicago, I took for granted the power that nature can serve in providing much needed clarity in the light sped muddle that often passes as our lives. That is not to say that Chicago was absent of natural splendor, the beauty that is showcased in the parks and the lakefront is withoutContinue reading “Choices: Chasing immortality or treasuring our time?”

Harboring hatred towards stupidity when love isn’t enough

It is often said that “HATE” is a strong word. But what else encapsulates the feeling that we are forced to contend with when we encounter actions that are the opposite of LOVE? The news headlines that flash across the screens of our computers, tablets, smart phones and the like become more sordid by the moment.Continue reading “Harboring hatred towards stupidity when love isn’t enough”

My brief career as a scam artist

  Admittedly, I still harbor some deep seated guilt, it serves as a throbbing acknowledgement that I took people for granted and sold them a bill of goods in exchange for a generous bonus in concert with a salary that wasn’t too shabby at that juncture in my professional life. No, I didn’t sell drugsContinue reading “My brief career as a scam artist”