FERRERMAN- AGAIN?

 A few days before my mom passed, we were visited by three cousins and their spouses. The occasion was, those three had attended the wake of our oldest cousin, MaryAnn. Mom had wanted to attend herself and my oldest sister (as she was wont to do) had made plans for mom to attend, but mom and I put the kibosh on that, due to the cold, icy, December weather. We made the right call. Jeff, Jules and Chris made the right call as well to surprise mom with a post-wake visit. To see the sons and daughter of two of her three cherished brothers thrilled my mom so! It was a great surprise for me too, as Jeff and Jules and I were members of "The '57 Club" (as Jules called us), having all been born within a month of each other that year. It was an awesome visit for all, but particularly for mom.  Jeff brought his wife, Mary, whom I've known for years. Mary was like another daughter to my mom. They spoke on the phone frequently and for hours at a time. Chris's wife- a true gem ...

 It is hard not to think of Donald J. Trump as The Chosen One . I can think of no republican- past or present- who could do what he has done, nor what he will do. Certainly, no democrat who ever walked the earth could. It is him and only him. There is no doubt in my mind about this. He is The Chosen One. Alright, Ferrerman, you are up to something! You are not here to praise Trump; you are always here to bury Trump. Quit fucking around and get to the point! Stop waxing pathetic! OK. Sorry. It's just that sometimes it's hard to get started here. It flows once I get going, and I always usually know where I'm going, but getting started is half the battle. So, here goes. Much of the world is in a depression right now. Not the 1929 kind that led to The Great Depression of the 1930's, but rather the collective sads of people with the fuckits who have just given up and struggle to get out of bed each day because they just can't anymore. My heart goes out to these people as...

I don't know if they have changed their tune, but I read years ago that the FBI determined 'snuff films' to be non-existent, urban myths. Golly- why would anyone film their own crime of murder? Who would be so foolish?  If we have learned anything from the Epstein Files (not enough) it is that life is cheap, yet the Epstein class is willing to pay exorbitant sums of money to further cheapen it. Absolutely anything is possible, especially if profit is involved.  In 1979, George C. Scott starred in a film called, "Hardcore". The storyline was that Scott was a hardline, Calvinist religious, businessman whose teen daughter disappears from a church youth convention. He hires a private eye to find her and that guy comes across an X-rated film with her in it. These leads Scott to LA where he searches the depths of the porn world in hopes of finding her. The deeper he goes, the worse it gets, up to and including the filming for profit of young girls being raped and murder...

 My oldest sister once planned a destination Thanksgiving for the family. There were seven of us kids at the time, and her idea was to ease the burden on our mom by having each sibling host turkey day at their home. Mom was, of course, still alive and kicking then, and hosting big family parties was something she loved to do and was very good at doing. She had given absolutely no indication that she was tiring of hosting. So, what was the impetus? Well, big sis had simply decided we should all take turns because she is a narcissist and wants things done to suit her desires and needs. OK, she didn't put it that way at all, but I know this person after many decades of being her brother. Well, I thought  I did. It was a dumb, very unnecessary idea, likely designed more to hurt mom than ease any imagined burden. It most definitely was intended to assert dominance. I was living in Memphis at the time, 500-some miles away from the rest of the brothers and sisters. I'm the oldest bo...

 For the past six years, Trump has been telling anyone who is forced to listen to him, from school children to heads of state, that the 2020 election was "stollen" from him. We are used to this and treat it as simply more of his usual cringe. The guy is a documented, unrepentant and incorrigible asshole. We sigh and say, "Shut up about that shit! You lost! Man up and get over it! Yikes- do you even have  a dick??!! Pretend that you have one, be a man and don't cry about losing!" Well, that's what I say, at least. Others might be more eloquent or more vitriolic.  I was actually embarrassed for the guy when he immediately began whining like a schoolboy at his defeat. We are used to politicians who handle their losses professionally, showing the obvious disappointment, but also the resolve to carry on. Trump only resolved to carryon like a whiney little bitch. He somehow won in 2024, and you would have thought that would shut him up, but not even close. He'...

As a disgruntled Cubs fan, I'm a bit miffed at the team these days. You might say I'm pissed. But is it better to be pissed off, or pissed on, and is that a do-it-yourself option?  In Major League baseball it can be. Our ace pitcher- Edwin Cabrera- left the game in the fourth inning after he developed a blister on his pitching hand. This happens to a lot of pitchers and has haunted him all his career. You throw a baseball umpteen thousands of times and it could certainly happen to you. Two great Cubs pitchers (Rick "Big Daddy" Rueschel and Kerry Wood) both were prone to developing blisters. When you make your living with your hand, this can be devasting.  What to do about it? Salves and lotions are an option, but you really want to toughen up those hands. One of the great lefthanders of all-time, Steve "Lefty" Carlton, had a regimen where he would thrust his open-palmed hands into a bucket of uncooked rice. If I recall correctly, he dabbled in the martial ar...