Dispatches from the Asylum

When one has regrets, it’s usually due to something they did that caused another discomfort, a bit of misery, maybe some pain.  Other times regret

The trials of politeness have never been felt more than in the present factory of pain we live in. Should I tell a relative, friend,

“At this point, you are either well aware and capable of facing what’s happening, or you’re not, in which case you are telling yourself whatever

I know, you’re probably sick and tired of hearing about the Rise of the New Normal Reich. You want it to be over. So do I.