Bill the Butcher

      Who said there ain’t no God! As the smoke rises from Hollywood and Vine only a blind man can’t see the vindication of all that is right and good about America. You remember America, don’t you? Shirley Temple, Bugs Bunny, the Little Rascals? People dressing up to go to the supermarket? Dallas people waving American flags as President Kennedy smiled and waved? And the hard times. The Civil War? The Civil Rights Act that made it stick? And the American wrath upon those who killed 3,000 plus of our friends, neighbors, and countrymen on September 11? Yeah! THAT America! Well, how do you like us now?   Behold the second coming of Donald Trump. And Sir Donald is just the beginning. The tip of the iceberg. The voice of America heard ‘round the world on November 5 th when We the People said, “ENOUGH!” We aren’t going to need a wall. When we get through, the border will be secure because those trying to sneak in will KNOW better. And if they don’t the State Department w...

      Getting old gets old. We are told by old people when we’re young that after a certain point we would achieve that elusive quality known as “wisdom.” Let me tell you about wisdom. Wisdom is crap you used to try to pass off as smart that people put up with later out if kindness. It’s still stupid but you deliver it in a stumbling, bumbling voice that makes it hard to understand so inquiring minds lend an ear in case they missed something during all the times you said exactly the same thing.   I do that. When you tell the same joke again and again at twenty it doesn’t have the same implications that it has when you are seventy plus. At twenty people will tell you to your face, “You’ve already told me that,” but at seventy-three they whisper the word Alzheimer’s and everyone in the intervention nods knowingly! There is also dementia. While Alzheimer’s is category one Bat-shititus dementia is just a nuisance that friends and family will put up with so long as they d...

  Stupid is as stupid does. I can’t put the blame for this mental condition on any one group or generation other than stating that I do not believe it to be a product of those of my era, ie, Baby Boomers. We were more down to earth, that earth being places like Saigon, Kent State, and Haight Ashbury. No, this mental condition, which I call Bat Shititus is a type of mental illness brought on by the lack of education combined with the reconditioning from social media and what used to be news services and a cleansing of history.   And the attention span among the Z Generation is about as the capacity of a fruit fly. Combine that with the Millennials, the not so anonymous alcoholics, thank you Doctor Fauci and whatever is in the oven hoping to survive abortion and you don’t have to look far to hear the daily cry of the masses, yearning to be free, “It’s the end of the country!”   You see, if CNN, FOX, and let us not forget “Influencers,” those failed writers, jugglers and for...

  Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. We’ve all heard of that fifteen minutes of fame. That light of notoriety that shines on someone for a moment and then dims and goes away. If the fabled fifteen minutes becomes more, it is usually because the recipient really does have something to offer. Their ship will sail while others sink. Why did “Macarena” not launch the career of Los Del Rio like “She Loves You” did for The Beatles?     Because Los Del Rio didn’t have a “Hawk Tuah!  And in the world of Woke a good stroke  is rare. So let’s examine this phenomenon and spit on that thang.     Crazy ideas occasionally fly. Catch phrases resonate through the years. Are the lambs still screaming? I suspect Hailey Welch can make you scream.  She had rhythm and humor and was every man’s idea of the girl next door. You remember her. The one someone else married and you still recall fondly in your declining years of ED? Yeah! THAT one. Hailey condensed fift...

      As 2024 winds down and we remember those we left in the ground we must look ahead, forget about the dead because like a record made of wax, they’re never coming back. Now all you rappers and hackers, you write an opening line that good you tell me all about it.   My closing words for this year are simple. While you may wipe a tear away from the memories of those we lost don’t let it cloud the vision of things to come. Unless some unforeseen comet cashes in our chips January 1 st will arrive with hangovers and prayers and January 2 nd will not be very much different from the next 363 days that will follow until on December 31 st 2025 we’ll do her again and lament those we left in the boneyard for that year.   That’s the way life goes. And every year it goes and goes. And every year there are those who never come back. Years ago, as I watched the bodies being brought out of Luby’s I thought in my youthful mind, “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been me!” Wha...

      The kids are not alright! Today I was watching a video of one of those staged, fake courtroom dramas where some mythical judge hears absurd cases from dinged out contestants explaining situations that almost never occur except on reruns of “I Love Lucy,” but as it dragged on it began to ring true because certain things had been woven into the storyline that so perfectly explained the “Z” generation they should be added to the Bible in a completely new book called Generation Lost! Let me elaborate.   There was this twenty-one-year-old kid, man, neutral gender, whatEVER suing his father for sixty-thousand dollars for failure to fulfill. Failure to fulfill what, you may ask? Seems as the kid grew the father had promised wonderful things to him when he achieved manhood, which, from his claim adequately demonstrated that he was yet to arrive at that point. He just turned twenty-one and stuck his hand out for his reward whereupon his father asked, “WHAT?” and he said...