A Nightmare on Main Street

The last eight years have gotten us a multi-trillion-dollar deficit, a Wall Street meltdown, higher unemployment rates, a war based on lies...need I go on? I could. There's enough rotten baggage from the Bush administration to rattle on for hours. Don't let Senator McCain and his campaign rats fool you. He's as bad as Bush, if not worse. If we're not already in a depression, we will be (or at least I will be) if this man and his ding-dong beauty queen of a running mate get elected.

Instead, I'm going to leave you with a few images and a couple quotes. Fitting for this Halloween season, it's just plain scary.

“Make it a hundred . . . That would be fine with me,” Sen. McCain to a questioner who asked if he supported President Bush’s vision for keeping U.S troops in Iraq for 50 years.

"Our economy, I think, is still -- the fundamentals of our economy are strong," McCain in Florida...just about a month ago.

"The issue of economics is not something I've understood as well as I should. I've got Greenspan's book," McCain, as quoted in the Boston Globe, Dec. 17, 2007.

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So, I Changed My Mind

More than four years ago, the blog and I parted ways. I needed a change. A whole lot happened in my world since then. I switched jobs a couple times. My kid went from an elementary school tween to a teenage high schooler. We built a new house and moved. Both my parents and my sister have passed. The world around me changed as well. Mass shootings, racism, the #metoo movement, a misogynistic bigoted narcissist in the White House ... go ahead, add to the list. Toss your woes into this dumpster fire we call 2019. I appreciate my previous sentiment, that I was no longer wandering. But let's be honest, we're all trying to find our way through this mess. I decided to reboot the blog to give myself a creative outlet, a way to sort through the confusion and frustration and attempt to make sense of it all. I have a voice, and I'm not keen to silence it anymore. Guess what? I'm back, bitches.

In memoriam...

I remember the first time I heard the name "Les Anderson." A bunch of Wichita State University communication majors were sitting around on campus, talking about classes they planned to take. Several people warned me: watch out for Les Anderson. He was tough. He had a murderous grading scale. It was nearly impossible to get an A. They weren't kidding. But he wasn't tough just to be a tyrant. From his teaching sprang a fleet of incredible, successful journalists, writers, editors, broadcasters, public relations experts, advertisers, non-profit professionals...I could go on and on. Most importantly, he created a legion of people who wanted to make a difference in the world. The greatest gift Les gave to them all? He believed in them, cared about them for their own personal stories as well as the stories they told for class assignments or in the pages of his hometown newspaper. Les was my teacher. My boss. My mentor. My conscience. My champion. My friend. When I started c...

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