Author: flingthe

No Loitering.

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The Swiss have pretty much figured things out. Like the Great Wallendas, they learned how to walk a fine line. They are passionately dispassionate. They survived intact in a tough…

Where the Rubber Meets the Load.

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Not wanting to be upstaged by Michael Jackson, the Pope went on a tour of his own recently. Like a criminal returning to the scene of the crime, he and…

Blinded by the Right.

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On Sunday, March 15, 2009, a general election took place in El Salvador, the Saviour. After twenty years in the violent political wilderness that is El Salvador, Mauricio Funes of…

Nothing Became Him.

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Slowly, much too slowly, he began his fade. It took some time to realize because the depths in which he lurked were well out of sight. It seemed he would…

Of Ice and Men.

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https://youtu.be/rAly9Ptf2l8https://youtu.be/rRuX1veLXl8 The crowd is loud in SaskatoonTen thousand fans and moreThe home side even with the guestThey need a single scoreFor this is not a normal gameBut one for days…

Vaticant.

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The bishops in Rome were having a day Bedevilled by how to increase their pay The witches were burned, the commies at bay But all was not well, “Come let…

A Canadian Lament.

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“Oh look, it’s snowing – a fun day aheadLet’s pack in the chores and haul out the sledIf you wake the kids then I’ll prep the vanWe’re off to enjoy…

An Untimely End.

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The biggest bang began the raceOf still-expanding time and spaceWhich entropy may bring an endThe sun long ceased to be a friend. Unique that time is tolled by manWith clocks…

Me and Mr. Jones.

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The damn bleakest night you’d ‘ere want to see The wet, scurvy wind blew in off the sea From far fathoms down, a man creature marched Full-covered in slime from…

Madrid.

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In summer deep in old Madrid The city stoked in August heat The fortuned folk, their farewell’s bid, Escape to wild or cool retreat. Now walking slow in saving shade…