PS I Hate Your Guts

Yesterday I was watching the news, and one of the health experts that was being interviewed suggested that when families from different households get together over the holidays that they eat before they get together and just enjoy the company- while wearing masks and maintaining social distancing- and of course people who are high risk should probably not be there.

You know, the holidays are going to be bust and I’ll probably skip it this year. Besides I am notorious for buying the wrong gifts and not cooking the right foods and always showing up on the scruffy side because I manage to not wear the right thing too.

I am tired of this stupid life and this stupid world and I am tired of idiots screeching for their ‘freedoms’ and I am tired of encouraging people who are doing the right things.

I  hate this life we have with abandon- for some reason my enthusiasm for that has not waivered.

RDP Wednesday – FATIGUE

Weird Thingamajigs


I saw a thingamajig on this tree stump,  my camera didn’t.

Photo A.M Moscoso

Between Mardi Gras and Halloween you might see thingamajigs  like this in New Orleans like I did.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I saw this thingamajig at the Ripley’s  Believe it Or Not Museum in Wisconsin

It’s a torture device.

I don’t know what it does but safe to say it’s painful and gross.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

So there they are, some of the stranger thingamajigs I’ve run across.

I hope  you found them interesting.


The 2nd Avenue Nomads


I travel the same gray path

from my front door

to my car

to the train that takes me to work.


From the station

it’s few steps to where I work

below the sidewalks, cracked with hard use

under the streets bumpy and worn

where 12 elephants walked shoulder to shoulder

just above my head

in 1903.


We are all just ghosts

from  different times

haunting 2nd Avenue.


Photo A.M. Moscoso






No Quarters Were Given


I went back to work today.

It was nice to see the same dull scenery from the train , it was nice to just sit still and plan my boring old day, it was nice to plan for the weekend because I didn’t feel like my life was just one long extended Sunday afternoon at Grandma’s in the days before cable tv and the only interesting thing on TV was the Wonderful World of Disney and Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom.

The only glitch was that I turned out to be a magnet for anyone who was coughing or sneezing. Yes indeed, they wanted to sit right next to me.

I had my mask, I was wearing my gloves, and when I had the chance- I got up and moved.

It’s not like there wasn’t anywhere else for them to sit.

I think that there are some people out there who just do NOT want to be told what to do and by jingo they are going to prove their point.

They don’t wear masks, they want to stand close enough to practically give you a kiss, they want to smirk at people who are trying to not catch or spread the Virus.

Before this Virus hit, I was patient with people- including a few of my friends and conservative family members. I mean, if you wanted to believe that Trump was your great white hope and that at long last someone with a business ( or in his case Trust Fund ) background would prove that once and for all if you ran the Government like a business it would run efficiently and we would  all be millionaires-  I was willing to not challenge that view. It was pointless.

But now things are different. Now people are dying and they’re losing their jobs and its hard and frustrating to follow science related news when a large segment of the population get their science from Star Trek,  and that dancing atom on the Simpsons.

My patience and my tolerance are GONE. My last nerve has been played. I don’t want to hear your idiotic defense of Trump and his wreckage of a presidency. I don’t want to hear how this is a ” Democrat Power Grab ” because if we had it in us to do that Trump and his disgusting family wouldn’t be squatting in the White House.

I am giving NO quarter. I am sick to death pretending like this President is like anyone other President, that this Virus is like any other virus.

Why would I want to be associated with people who are willing to watch you die because it interferes  their ability to get drunk at a bar or get their nails done or suck back over priced coffee or dump  their kids at the Mall when you want the house to yourself? Most of all, why would I care that you feel like you’re losing your ‘freedoms’ when in fact you don’t care about ‘freedoms’. You just don’t want to adult up and accept NO YOU CAN’T for an answer.

Well guess what.

You can rage and tweet and hump your guns or make fun of people for wearing masks but at the end of the day, even if the world goes back on line – it’s not going to be the world we knew before Trump decided this virus was magically going to disappear- with the aid of household cleaners by injection.

That world is gone.

No quarter was given.