I never saw the movie Fight Club, but I understand that the concept was that a group of guys got together to beat each other up and lived by some kind of code that forbade talking about the club outside gatherings.  It goes back to the understanding between friends in Las Vegas:  what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

In retrospect, it appears that ( Read more... )

The stupidity of Father Charles T. Doebler, Jeff Browning, Christine Fisher, and Maddy Shenk has been, despite my belief that it could not be topped, officially topped this afternoon in the Morrisville Wal-Mart on Highway 54 ( Read more... )

A short tale by Michael D. Moore

A sinewy youth bound in chains stands tall on a riverbank, defiantly watching the river running its indifferent course between opposing shores.  Two armor-clad men stand guard on either side of him, the blades of their halberds flashing against the bleakness of the early autumn sky.  Thick, gray clouds conceal ( Read more... )

I've been thinking on and off about Captain America as he'd fit into the 21st Century Army, or for that matter, how a World War II era Cap would serve as appropriate dialogue for a 21st century audience ( Read more... )

One thing about these social networking sites is that they say so much about connections that prove much more than one might think about the wrongdoing of another ( Read more... )

Forgiveness is for me, not the asswipe who trounced all over my reputation ( Read more... )

I can't believe it! Chris F. is on House tonight!

I'd like to take this moment to wish my half dozen readers out there, whoever you are a Happy Holiday season. Christmas is two days past, but in a couple days, we will cross over to 2010, so God bless you all and have a prosperous new year.

After three years of proclaiming, "I am a validated bishop in the line of Melchizadech," the Bishop is returning to school, finally embarking on a seminary degree to obtain the training he failed to obtain before his public proclamations. It is my hope that in the course of his quest to earn that piece of paper that will validate him more clearly ( Read more... )

An email date stamped November 11, 2008 arrived in my wife's email in box - well, a year ago, around that time, probably. I have only thought about it occasionally, really, but I got to thinking about it today because so many themes in television shows seem to be resonating with some of the manipulation that preceded that email, manipulation that ( Read more... )