Author: Frank

Involuntary Semantic Memories Part Three . . .

I do not care for politics in every aspect of life. It almost seems like it’s a bad joke for those of us who understand it is one the biggest lies served on Dollar Tree paper plates to the general population. Maybe it was a gut feeling I had...

Commitment To Excellence . . .

Was once the powerful tagline of the Los Angeles/Oakland/Las Vegas Raiders. However, most will tell you the team hasn’t been excellent or anything remotely within that neighborhood in decades. One would want to believe, there is an ebb and flow in life. You know? Ups and downs in everything....

Involuntary Semantic Memories Part Two . . .

It never ceases to amaze me or irritate me, people and their blind loyalty to their tribe. Don’t get me wrong, not all tribes are bad. The ones I speak of attract fanatical devotees from all walks of life. Again, these tribes are in business, academia, media, politics, athletics, and everyday life....

Whatever Happened To . . .

Integrity? There are tons of interpretations as well as definitions all over the internet howbeit the one I will use comes from a real, 2230 page hardcover book, the Webster’s New Universal Unabridged Dictionary. It is defined as: the adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character;...

Eccentrically Speaking . . .

Why would anyone desire to be a conformist? We have been living in this world known as America where the mantra has been: Be yourself! Express yourself! Then you be yourself, then you express yourself. Whoooops! Not like that! Lee Jun Fan famously spoke of honestly expressing yourself when speaking...

Involuntary Semantic Memories Part One . . .

Virtue signaling is akin to a 24 month year old being excited about their switch to pull-up diapers. They will tell anyone they come in contact with to exclaim I’m a big kid now! It’s adorable and endearing because of the age. However, if you’re an adult doing cartwheels...

I Don’t Know About You . . .

I am an essential recently deemed not essential.  I cannot state I crashed my ACLs into Mother Earth and exclaimed in a Nanny Kerrigan sort of way, Why?! I cannot state I hit the liquor store in town and proceeded to purchase the largest bottle of Proper 12. What I can state is...

The World Held Together With A Band-Aid

So many problems, so many think tanks. So much nonsense. So much for concrete solutions. There is this perverse notion a band-aid will keep problems in check for the interim. With more excuses than a boy who was caught with his hand in a cookie jar after being told...