“Masters of War” by Bob Dylan

Come you masters of warYou that build the big gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build all the bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masks You that never done nothin’But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it’s your little toyYou putContinue reading ““Masters of War” by Bob Dylan”

“The Senior Tour”

This post (using ChatGPT) was inspired by my friend BR who had shared this supremo photo (below) from the 1975 Masters of Chi Chi Rodriguez and his caddy, Carl Howard. My buddy noted the relative lack of brand logos and product endorsements in that era, which led me to ponder what a comparable player onContinue reading ““The Senior Tour””

“Spreadsheet (and Spread-cheek) Medicine”

This is, of course, not unique to healthcare. In fact, it is a defining feature of virtually every aspect of our decaying society. So, not only are we getting Donald J. Trump’s chicken-scratch signature on our paper currency, they are also changing the motto to match the ethos of our Darwinian economy. It’s long overdue…