Most of my older childhood memories are rooted in the years I lived in an east-end Bridgeport CT cold water flat with my four brothers, my mom and dad, and my mom's parents. I may visit that and a few of my other lives in this blog, but mainly I'll write about other wackiness. And while not nearly as good as a neighborhood tavern for having good conversation, blogs are the next best thing here in the land of naked-women-pictures- finder, aka the Internet, so feel free to jump in with your views.
Obviously, José Feliciano's God is a much different one than the one our "shoot-first-and-fuck-the-asking-questions-later-part" president says speaks to him and the one worshiped by the "shoot-first-and-fuck-the-asking-questions-later-part" fundamentalist founder of al-Qaeda, Osama bin Laden.
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