The Olympics are all the rage these days. But viewership is way down. Is it because of the “woke” culture or are there some other factors at play here? The Delta death variant is now upon us. This time around, we are being told that masks are the ONLY thing that can possibly save humanity from complete and utter destruction. Ashton Kutcher has webbed feet. Webbed and stinky feet. But at least he still has his balls, unlike Florida man…

One of the things that drives me batty are people who believe crazy things. from so-called “Flat Earthers*,” to the luddites who purchase 5G Scalar Energy pendants, I am frustrated by the incredible stupidity of mankind. Like George Carlin once said, nail two sticks together and some fool will buy it. As I have so often said, the way to make money in radio or via podcasts is to be crazy. Use big words that sound impressive and important, like a Vision Statement gone off the deep end. Or just become a consultant, but it turned out that I have both a soul and a moral conscience. That said, I have my own opinions and beliefs about COVID-19 and the entire fiasco this has become. But in no way, shape or form do I I believe that any person, regardless of their insane belief, should be doing this…

Of all the moments on the recent trip, one of the most... well... difficult for me personally, was standing at the Oklahoma City National Memorial. Oklahoma City is my ancestral home. I have a deep connection to the place, but at the same time, it is not among my favorite places to be. In all of our discussions about another relocation, Oklahoma has never merited any consideration. At all. But it is my familial "home" and as such, I will always have deep emotional connections to the place. On April 19, 1995 I was in Savannah, Georgia as a trained disaster response person, dealing with a small chemical fire that had taken place there. When we got the news of OKC, I planned to immediately go, but was told that I was not going be sent because I was "too close" to the place. I guess in a way I was. My grandfathers home was a little over a mile from the blast. Some years later, in early 2000, I was able to visit the site, but not before the monument was opened. So this past week was my first visit to the National Monument. It was sad; it was emotional. It was also frustrating. Above all of that though, came a question from an eleven year old boy who had never been here, who has any real connection to this place. He simply wanted to know, "Why?"