Gary Corseri: Every war represents a failure of our species to free itself from the shackles of expansionism, greed, colonization, exploitation, ignorance and violence.
Gary Corseri: High school football. We’ve become sportsmanic! Girls form dangerous pyramids—a genital symbol?—to cheer on boys rushing towards concussions, to show their manly prowess.
Gary Corseri: He inspired as no political leader has since then. He was elegant in thought and demeanor. He made it acceptable, even “cool,” to be educated, learned, literate and erudite. He had a honed sense of irony, and could be funny.
Gary Corseri: I think I could have happily buried Maher’s harangue in the murk of my subconscious, if I had not heard similar drivel from the mouth of the Prime Minister of Israel, speaking before the UN.
Gary Corseri: It has been about 40 years since I thought Joan Rivers somewhat amusing. How in hell does the news of her passing take priority over the lives and concerns of millions of working Americans?
Gary Corseri: More than 200 years of American “democracy” still takes us to the tragedy of Ferguson, Missouri, where a black kid can’t walk down the center of a street without getting himself killed in broad daylight!
Gary Corseri: See what you make me do? Israel and its US supporters cry in unison. Why do you make me do this? Why do you make me hurt you? Why? Why!?
Gary Corseri: When I saw his gray tombstone slab—about the size of a large cereal box!—with nothing but the capitals “HENRY” inscribed on it, I thought at first: Surely this writer-philosopher-naturalist-activist deserved better notice than this! And then I thought: This is fitting….
Gary Corseri: This is one busy guy! And smart! Being somewhat hip, and accelerating towards codgerdom, I must declare that Paul Craig Roberts is simply one of America’s best chroniclers of this sad, brutal era of imperial overreach and moral decline.
Mandela Legacy — He got the ‘moral victory’; we took the spoils: gold and diamonds; cheap labor; land to die for, to kill for.
Gary Corseri: They are winding up their war toys once again; these old, perverted men who hate the young. If hypocrisy were a syrup, their snouts and mouths would drool it.
Gary Corseri: And what freedom now in the Surveillance State; Where every thought was subject to review; And “newsmen” scurried to assess the threat.
Gary Corseri: O say can you see-saw from the Sands; Of Iwo Jima to the halls of Montezuma; And the beach near Petaluma, My country ‘tis of thee