Got skeletons in your closet?

“Your past is a skeleton walking one step behind you, and your future is a skeleton walking one step in front of you.” Sherman Alexie

Voting Season is in full swing and skeletons all over the country are kicking their heels. They are expecting invitations to the most exclusive balls of the country… the Skeleton’s Masquerade Balls, culminating at the end of the year with the Election Day Masquerade.

Some skeletons (who are usually jolly fellows) have been sequestered in closets for years. They would not mind coming out for a bit of fresh air and a few steps of foxtrot.

Even though they are theoretically dead, they are very much in demand because they always make interesting guests. They have many captivating stories to tell, and they always keep their audiences entertained.

Money and sex are what make skeletons’ stories so fascinating. It usually exposes the true character of individuals preaching moral rectitude while personally indulging in immoral pursuits.

Recently, a French (married) politician named Benjamin Griveaux was tripped by one of his skeletons. Hewas running for mayor of the city of Paris and everything was going smoothly. But suddenly videos and text messages of a sexual nature involving him were published on a social website. Monsieur Griveaux hastily withdrew from the race saying that his family “doesn’t deserve that.”

 If you ever have political ambitions, avoid sexting and shady money deals at all costs. If you don’t, it will, like the Sword of Damocles, hang over your head forever.

The economy is doing well, and so are hackers. They are very popular in political circles and probably very well compensated for their dirty deeds. As proven almost daily, many personal sites are ridiculously vulnerable and susceptible to hacking.

Consequently, if you are hellbent on a political career, the best way to avoid embarrassment is to set all your skeletons free before anybody even knew that you had some. Or give them the Jimmy Hoffa treatment.

I am not presently considering any political run, but the minute I do, I will release all my skeletons at once and ship them to a nice retirement place. I have treated them fairly and I hope that they will return the favor.


Vote, your country depends on you

“If you don’t vote, you lose the right to complain.” – George Carlin

 It is every citizen’s sacred duty to vote. And to cast a vote with lucidity, not blind passion.

Captain America

I have never made a secret of the fact that I intensely dislike the present tenant of the White House. A crude, narcissistic bully who trampled over every achievement of his predecessor… AND who doesn’t give a damn about climate change.

Very soon we will vote again. We will have to elect somebody who will lead America (and hopefully unite the world) for the next 4 years. We need to choose carefully and not be derailed by single grievances.

All democratic candidates have strong points… and liabilities. But to slay the dragon, we have to pick a person who can win. Somebody pragmatic, with a quick mind, a strong shield and a mighty hammer. While campaigning, the candidate needs to use his shield to deflect any blow and hit back forcefully with the hammer. Somebody like Captain America or Wonder Woman.

We need somebody who will aggressively counter, and forcefully smash any scurrilous claims made by the incumbent. And he will make ridiculous statements!

Right now, I am leaning toward Mayor Pete, Amy Klobuchar, and Tom Steyer… all eloquent moderates. I would also love to see a man and a woman on this ticket.
Joe Biden is a nice fellow, but he is past his prime. Bernie is also long in the teeth and above all, he sounds too “extreme.” America doesn’t need a revolution; it needs a sensible evolution.
Elizabeth Warren is smart, knowledgeable and articulate. But like Bernie, she sounds a little too strident. Bloomberg just entered the race; he has the right words and the means to fight a protracted battle, but I am a little leery of another authoritarian billionaire.

The stock market is doing well, are saying some people… don’t rock the boat. Vote for the incumbent. But how does this incumbent benefit Joe Sixpack? He is just an ant toiling to enrich another fat cat.

Our president does not empathize with “the little people” the majority of the US population. He belongs and cares only for an exclusive club of fat cats.

In conclusion

No matter who wins the Democratic nomination, we all need to rally around him/her to achieve the demotion of a failed commander.

We need to get behind a new Fletcher Christian to get rid of Captain Bligh.


Politics, n. A strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles. The conduct of public affairs for private advantage. Ambrose Bierce.

Magnificent bastards

Yesterday was the kind of day when any sane person would have chosen to stay home. It was a blustery, cold day with biting winds approaching 20 mph. Even my cat, a known fitness fanatic, elected to forego her daily tai chi exercises in the garden and stay home.

When I arrived at the field, around a quarter to nine, there were very few people present and I wondered how many individuals would be crazy enough to show up. But little by little, they came, those magnificent bastards. Braving the elements, they trekked to our field dressed like eskimos.

Around 9:30 am Noel Marcovecchio and Christine Cragg had cobbled 14 “doublette” teams… 28 brave souls who came from the least expected places.

The tournament format was “mêlée », and I had the good luck to be paired with Holly Sammons. Everybody knows what a great player she is.

The weather being what it was, most of the people showed up with winter attires. Personally, I sported five layers of clothing, which probably made me look like the Michelin Man. But I would rather look ridiculous than shivering.

We played 2 games in the morning and 2 games in the afternoon. As usual, the winners would be determined by the number of victories and the number of points accumulated during these games.

Holly and I did well, winning our 2 morning games. As I always said, it is often the pointer who determines the outcome of the game, and Holly proved it one more time.

The wind that had been blowing full blast in the morning abetted a little bit in the afternoon and allowed us to remove some clothing. After lunch, Holly and I hit a slump and we lost one game against the very good team of Jean-Michel and Max Lofaro.

We won our last game, and around 3:00 pm we were done for the day… with 3 winning games under our belts. Not too bad.

With very little time  to spare between games, I still managed to steal a few photo shots to give you an idea of the ambiance of the tournament.
I hope that you will like them.

Richard Bell & Mike O’Leary
Final results:

1st place: Mike O’Leary & Richard Bell                   $56.00 ea
2nd place: Jean-Michel Poulnot & Max Lofaro     $42.00 ea
3rd place: Erin McTaggart & Monique Bricca         $28.00 ea
4th place: Alain Efron & Holly Sammons                  $14.00 ea


Enjoy the pictures and don’t be shy with comments. “I can live on a good compliment two weeks with nothing else to eat.”