Something is coming…

SOMETHING IS COMING. Or should I say, “someone“…? Who remembers Dorothy, the mother with the metaphorical meat cleaver, the one with the clock ticking in her stomach? The mother-in-law you

Muck-Up or Evil Genius?

Was leaving politics for writing a major mistake? Have I in fact been amassing a different kind of army, preparing a stealth attack with my pen, ready to take them (whoever they may be) from behind?