Another Earth Day has passed. I’m sure all of you The Voice readers had the sense to stow away your nuclear weapons, or, follow Germany’s example and disable them. The German’s shut down their last nuclear plant. I guess that means the end to nuclear powered VW Beetle and glow-in-the-dark
I’m OK, You’re Not At any time, there are many individuals down in the dumps due to feelings of inadequacy and uselessness. You may be one of them. If you are, I’m here to offer some positive affirmation: You are correct. Here is some positive reinforcement. To further aid you
I see MAGA loser why-is-everybody-always-pickin’-on-me Trump is threatening Armageddon will befall us if he’s arrested and charged with anything. Maybe something will fall, but only on him and that’s the mighty ball peen hammer of justice. So far not many of his followers have been stirred up enough to take
Daylight savings time has again graced us with its presence, giving us a reason to grumble about losing an hour of sleep at 2 a.m. (unlike me, who’s still awake staring at my computer screen, wondering what I’m going to write for The Voice this week) and being thrown off
Well, well, well. It appears that the clump of talking heads on Fox who spread The Big Lie knew it was a big lie and broadcast it as reality, anyway. I, along with millions of other reasonably-intelligent Americans, never believed that verbal vomit being spewed forth on Fox, but millions
Super Bowl LV@&q*I#^I% is officially history. The Monday Morning QBs are in their glory and everyone has chosen a favorite Super Bowl commercial. Now it’s time to return to election season that never seems to end. Just when you thought it was safe to turn on your TV, or other
I recently watched Geoffrey Baer’s shows on PBS, in which he tours various Chicago neighborhoods on the L, driving, walking, snowboarding, all without getting shot with bullets, or spray-painted with graffiti, and it brought back memories of my experiences. Some time back, I wrote of my early memories of attending
A couple of editions back, I commented on some new products available for adults and children as potentials for Christmas gift-giving. Sales figures are coming in from Amazon and other retail outlets as to how these items were accepted in the marketplace by us lowly consumers. Plain, old, every-day, electric
Here we are again in a brand new year. And as Tennessee Ernie Ford sang way back in the 1950s, “Another day older and deeper in debt.” Overspending on Black Friday wasn’t even a thing then. So anyway, what will 2023 bring? Who knows? Hopefully, the last of Trump, brought
Because this week is the last time you’ll be reading my words here before the holidays (you are reading them, aren’t you? If not, I don’t expect you’ll be reading this parenthetical statement), I’d like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, a Happy Hanukkah, a Joyous Kwanzaa, a Restorative Incontinence
I’m so thankful this Thanksgiving that those nutty midterm elections have passed and turned out fairly well. Now I don’t have to relocate to Canada and get stressed out building an igloo or eating whale blubber. Political commercials, be gone! Surely I jest. They’re all ready popping up. Now that
By the time you read this column (and I hope you are, because if you’re not there’s no need for me to waste precious space adding this parenthetical insert, which I just did), the midterms will be a thing of the past and, depending on the results, I’ll either be
Scooby-doo’s Velma is gay? Say it ain’t so, Joe. This could signal the end of civilization as we know it. What’s next, purple M&Ms? We’re rapidly approaching Armageddon. I’m thankful I didn’t hear this news over the car radio while I was driving on the expressway because I surely would
After a visit to my doctor, it was once again time to add a prescription to my roster of medications for mysterious maladies affecting me, maladies that can’t be controlled by consuming mass quantities of Bud Lite. I picked up my new prescription, some medication I hadn’t had the pleasure
There seems to be a lot happening recently. Very little of it in my head, unfortunately, but out in the real world, the one that a sizable portion of we human-types inhabit. I was sorry to hear of the passing of Queen Elizabeth II, although I did witness her passing
Who’s Your Daddy? Some time back after watching an episode of Finding Your Roots on PBS, I became interested in finding my own. Provided they weren’t buried under the asphalt of a Walmart parking lot, I secretly hoped I might have family ties to Pee Wee Herman or Gumby. Being
There are a couple of things I want to get out of the way. Recently, Mr. Bill “QAnon” Suhayda descended from the mother ship (where he’s been busy deflecting Jewish space lasers and, with the My Pillow Guy, searching through cyberspace to find the missing Trump votes hijacked from Dominion
By now, unless you’ve been living in a cave or Washington, D.C., you’ve come to realize that climate change is real. It happens every few thousand years due to the Earth’s wobble on its axis. That’s just life in the big city and there’s nothing Earthlings can do about it.
I trust you all lived through the Fourth of July this year. If you didn’t, you probably won’t be reading this column In the last couple of days I’ve been noticing complaints by neighbors about the high gas prices in Illinois, which always have been the highest in the Midwest.
Dare I mention it? By the time you read this narrative, I will have had another colonoscopy. I’m not complaining about the procedure per se, because it’s actually like a weekend in Bermuda and over almost before you know it has begun. The 27 gallons of prep fluid you have
