Build LEGOs and have fun.
The movie, F1: The Movie, was released about a year ago. I still haven’t seen it and I have no intention to do so.
How America’s Foundation was Built on Propaganda
Tai Leclaire, member of the Mohawk and Mi’kmaq tribes takes you through a brief history of America through the lens of propaganda aimed at Native Americans. He mentions in the video that most people aren’t taught about the things in the video, which is likely true.
Other countries used to like us.
I don’t intend on celebrating the fourth of July this year. I was six years old during America’s Bicentennial. I don’t remember much of it and I was really looking forward to the 250th. I feel cheated because Americans have become so stupid they happily elect con men to all facets of government and gleefully clap as they watch these con men plunder America’s wealth reputation. We don’t have a functioning government. We have pedophiles and pedophile protectors enriching themselves as Americans are forgotten and drown in preventable issues.
Moments before sunrise, the visitors center at Agate Fossil Beds National Monument is still obscured in fog.
Sometimes, you reach a point in your life where you think, “fuck it. I’m going to tell the story.” I don’t want to hold onto the bullshit anymore. It’s time to tell the story so I can move on.
Last weekend, Lewis Hamilton won the Spanish Grand Prix. It was his first race win since joining Ferrari in 2025. He’s told the media he had to remember who he was and what he was capable of. He needed time to figure that out after a disastrous season last year.
I’ve been struggling a lot lately to write. I open the file. My notes are there. I know what I want to write. I just can’t. It’s not writer’s block. It’s worse. So, I’ve been turning to something that helps pull me out of whatever the hell is going on – Formula 1 documentaries. I think I’ve watched every F1 documentary made.
An example of an early Pennsylvania dairy barn. Photo courtesy of the American Dairy Industry.
Marc’s farm was a right-hand turn off the highway and then down a long dirt road. I never paid attention to how we got there. I was around seven years old. The sky, the birds, anything outside the window had my attention. If I’m not driving, I’m not paying attention to the directions.
I was going to write something about this Memorial Day. I wanted to write something profound and to try to explain how someone like me, who is so adamantly against war, makes a point to remember those who gave the highest sacrifice of all.
After stumbling upon Flavio’s video, I realized I could not write anything better. I hope you take the 22 minutes to watch this video, and remember.
Ten years ago, I wrote a much shorter version of this story in a column for the Star-Herald. I was limited to 800 words. Today, on our 30th wedding anniversary, I’ve written a much more detailed version.
