The Unicorn Elk

Liar, Liar

There is a demographic that believes that the news reporting media is basically staffed by liars

From top to bottom, the people writing articles or reading the lines fed to them from a teleprompter or editing the content of either...all are thought to be practicing manipulation and deceit, all are thought to be liars.

Thing is, I can't blame that demographic. 

Because the deal is this. In the age of the internet it is fairly easy to discern which topics or personalities are getting far too much coverage by the major media players, and which topics or personalities are getting swept under the carpet.

It is also easy to research which topics or personalities were historically given too much attention or which topics or personalities were ignored.

Which makes it fairly easy to see the hypocrisy.

The Big Goodbye

She had been traveling for almost seven months now, and though she felt weaker than ever, she still found the strength to carry her luggage through the spacious airport.

This next leg of her journey was one in which she would be able to cross off a last few items on her bucket list. This leg of the adventure would be a trip to Patagonia, specifically the far southern Chilean region known as Tierra del Fuego.

The desire to set foot on Tierra del Fuego took root in her imagination when she was in elementary school, just before her 12th birthday. A chapter in one of her world history textbooks featured the expeditions of Ferdinand Magellan and for some reason the description of how Magellan had to not only battle the elements but also his own men to make it through the treacherous seas at the southern tip of South America had enchanted her.

So now, at the age of 67, she was sitting in an airport waiting to board a jetliner that would take her nonstop to Hermes Quijada International Airport in Rio Grande, Argentina. From there she would travel with a group of fellow tourists on a bus to Ushuaia, the capital of Tierra del Fuego, and, after a round of golf at the Ushuaia Golf Club (generally regarded as the southernmost golf club on earth) she would board a steam train of the Southern Fuegian Railway, known as the Train of the End of the World.

At the far southern terminus of the train ride, El Parque station, she planned to find a taxi or some such ride service to take her to the coast. 

At least that's how she hoped the trip would play out. If only her body would hold up just a bit longer, allow her the dignity of making her own way into the great beyond. She did not want to pass away in a small lonely room in the corner of a rest home. She wanted to be able to set foot on the shore of the southernmost beach in South American and look out towards infinity and face death with a smile.

A defiant smile, one that said "Screw you cancer, I won. I went out my way."

Slingshot Superiority In The Neighborhood

The Plant That Stayed Out In The Cold

Harsh Monday Morning Commute

Chances are your commute this morning was not as bad as the driver's of the three cars involved in this wreck was...

Tired Of Being Typecast As The Villain

Winter morning, cold and crisp
But not as cold as the baseless accusations 
Leveled against him

He had hoped, as he had always hoped 
That this time he would be judged 
Based upon his actual words, his actual actions

Alas, t'was not to be
He would have to stand trial once again
For crimes perpetrated by men who had preceded him

The hurtful curses and physical abuse 
The damage inflicted by the actions of others, strangers
The psychological scars left by men who were now ghosts

All now his to answer for
Just as it had been 
When he was a child