What if some zeros started plotting to become ones, twos, threes, or even more?

Humans chase fame, glory, riches, or any other achievement that might make their lives count to memorable purpose. If this human oddness could be explained to animals struggling to stay alive they would laugh in disbelief

There are many “good ole boys like me, neither city or country but somewhere between.I’m happy enough being somewhere between. I think it’s a blessing.

I guess we all agree that voting is the best way to truly guarantee the people's choice.

Betting doesn’t interest me. I have no enthusiasm for games of chance or for games in general.
Life allows me no escape from taking chances. I’d rather it didn’t. I certainly wouldn’t take chances for fun.

Great events, conversation, and
much else, drift where they will in unnoticed currents that move us to actions and places we never planned.

In my lifetime the America spirit of confident self-determination has been steadily eroded by ever-increasing acquiescence to, “experts”, “the-powers-that-be?, and useless thinking like, “It is what it is”.

News reports on judicial rulings constantly mislead; they regularly declare that some Court approved or rejected this-or-that policy. The judiciary is not empowered to decide whether a law is good or bad. They can only decide if a law is legally permissible

I feel like an orphan, an outcast banished to a strange land, a prisoner on some foreign shore, sentenced to life without parole. I would gladly escape and return to my own people - if only I knew where they might be.

Carrion crows and junk-men if allowed to sue would probably have a good case for breach-of-natural-contract and incitement to public mischief,.

These are the seasons of this world: happy; sad; happy; sad; happy; sad - over and over again”.

Proof is only possible in math and science. Nothing in any other discipline equals that sort of verifiable truth. Certainties in social theory and historical record are really opinions. Even the most probable of them cannot be truly verified

There are few commitments as reliable as a Mother’s love.

He hit Dicky hard enough to stagger him backward with blood dripping from his chin. Dan said nothing. Dicky and Gerald never bothered Dan again.

“Think of your chicks”, Churr’s mother implored, “They’ll be neither Chickadee nor Sparrow, they’ll be outcasts”.

Except in science and technology there are very few fresh ideas.

“We know more about the surface
of the moon than we do about
the bottom of the sea”.

They all paid the price of treason. Only Guy Fawkes became famous for it.

Isn’t idyllic a pleasant word?
It sounds as calm and as pleasant
as the world it describes.