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Glenn Overman
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Posts by Glenn Overman:
- SOPA Opera. Where Do Your Members of Congress Stand on SOPA and PIPA?
- Insight: Top Justice officials connected to mortgage banks.
- How To Get Kids To Read? Give Them Banned Books.
- Opposites Don’t Attract (And That’s Bad News).
- Use tools running on M-Lab to test your Internet connection.
- Math formula may explain why serial killers kill.
- Writing Adrift in the World.
- Chart: Frequency of Alan Greenspan’s Laughter Predicted the Housing Bubble.
- The Andy Advantage.
- The State of the World in 2012.
- Jonathan Turley’s Latest Column.
- Tracking TV ads in the presidential campaign.
- The Evolved Self-Management System.
- On Race, Dog Whistles, and the Old Confederacy.
- Think Before Acting on Iran.
- Wikipedia to go dark for 24 hours to protest anti-piracy bill.
- Arby’s Now Charging $2.99 To Let Customers Go Behind Counter, Grab Handfuls Of Roast Beef.
- Wozniak likes his Android phone a lot.
- Inequality not on the agenda in US or Republic.
- End evil.
- 2012.
- President Romney Meets Other World Leaders.
- John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter.
- Iconic Photos.
- World Meets US.
- Propaganda Posters.
- South Carolina Top Blogs.
- SC’s DeMint wooed by GOP presidential hopefuls but stays on sidelines of primary contest.
Enter, If You Will
Requiem For A Lost Daughter
“She has never trod the boards or donned the greasepaint; nonetheless, her life is played out behind the masques of comedy and tragedy.
“Her performances are impromptu…her moods…ever changing. At times she sits limp and motionless, wearing a grotesque scowl of desperation for an eternity; then, abruptly, she becomes the face of mirth, gesticulating happily, speaking unintelligible lines to a cast of players she alone can see and hear. Often, she takes refuge within the impenetrable walls of her mind. She remains there for seemingly interminable periods; then abruptly bursts the bonds of silence to curse the God that consigned her to a living hell.
2 Middle Fingers Up
The Potomac Pork Dinner Theatre Proudly Presents: Sequester, A Darkly Comic Corporate Farce
Johnny “Bo-Bo” Boehner and Barack “O-man” Obama have done it again, once more on a nationally extended prime time stage. At the behest of their Big Casino puppet masters they’ve created a melodrama more compelling than “The Real Houseboys of Capitol Hill”, more comic than “Gimme Some Honey, Bo-Bo” and more horrifying than “Saw This: The K Street Crimes.”
Back when Big Koch Productions first took over Potomac Pork it was not immediately clear that the creative model for future presentations would be World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE), but the theatrical styling and the White Hat/Black Hat faux conflict approach has bedazzled and enchanted the American public. As one wag put it: “The stupid just gets deeper and deeper.”
Homo Sus
It Ain’t Me, Babe
When I was a kid growing up in England, my Dad apprenticed me out to a farmer for a summer, within which I learned to herd and milk cows, hunt rabbits with ferrets, kill and dress a chicken and slop pigs, amongst other bucolic pastimes. The farmer had a prize pig, a huge sire, that carried the name “Sir Francis Bacon.” I was a bit young for the joke, but got it later–as was to become my style in many arenas.
On the farm I learned quite a bit about pigs and other large livestock, much of which I didn’t want to know, including the fact that even the “friendly” animals from Looney-Tunes could be dangerous. So I wasn’t much surprised the other day when I read about an Oregon farmer who was eaten by his pigs.
Health Care?
A Time For Dying?
I’d like to be allowed to die, please.
Yes. I know. You’re supposed to want to live. But life is no longer rewarding, and not because I’m a lovesick teenager, and not because I don’t have good benefits, and not for any other normal reason that might cross your mind.
I’d like to die because I have a terminal disease and I’ve been in pain and have been suffering for three years now. I was a “cancer survivor” for 10 years, but it came back and I’m going to lose my title. I can’t lose it fast enough. But I was taught to trust doctors, and they keep telling me about the next thing.
