I once drove 900 miles on a love triangle. I went to Washington, De Cesspool, and took a hard left for the West Coast. After hours of driving, I unfolded a map of Kansas, and it was blank.

I don’t do that any more. I once chased a woman I loved over 2500 miles. She wasn’t all that glad to see me.

What’s with the astro-nuts? I left the crazed woman alone as she was crazy from the get-go. I once had such a powerful love in my life. Sane women are too powerful. I don’t try to do second guesses.

I’ve never been into space, never hope to portray an astronaut on TV. Are we too far out there in space?

Great guns! Anna Nicole Smith just died! I am devastated! Not one of my favorite celebrities, I always found that Texas homegirl appealing.

There may be some reflections on mortality coming down the pike. Between the misadventures of astro-nuts and the sudden demise of Anna, this is a too-full day.

More scary stuff

I have a dynamic paperweight on my desk. It is a quote from Cicero the Roman: “A room without books is like a body without a soul “.

I have some currency under that paperweight. It is a $100 bill, and it is gathering dust.

Like Blaise Paschal, I have a simple wager.

I won’t bet you on the existence of Christ.

There is all this fuss and confusion over Jesus and Allah. I am one of the believers in Jesus. In my agnostic days, I thought that He would be a groovy human with which to have an encounter and a conversation. I have matured.

Prayers have been answered. I believe what I believe, and it works for me, so there. The older I get, the more solidified my faith becomes. I like the Monty Python laugh line that ____ was right, and the rest of us should wait in line for the pathway to Hell. I like a good laugh, and I have constant wonderment about the afterlife.

In the secular world in which we exist, I have this expensive paperweight. A $100 bill isn’t what it used to be, but this puppy still gathers dust from the year 2000.

My bet is simple. I bet that $100 bill against the reasoning of the American people. I have done this at every election since the year 2000.

My blue state friends, and online interlocutors, won’t take this bet. I am a simple-minded chump who doesn’t gamble, but this is one bet I’ll place. I get no takers.

Go for it! I’ll mail you a $100 bill.

That $100 bill rests on the awareness of the American public. My bet wins every time. What we have is the intelligence of the American public versus polls and Democrat whistlers past the graveyard.

Go ahead, bet me. There is nothing better than playing Doc Holliday to a liberal's version of a modern gunfight.

I love ya! Draw on me!

I love the sound of my voice, so...

It only took about eight hours to re-post a picture of my fine self. I have wasted an entire Sunday afternoon, and worked my blood pressure dangerously towards stroke level. I don't believe what I'm going through trying to re-estabish United Possums...and I keep flashing back to Robert Duval at the end of the shoot-out in "Free Range"..."and for what...more cows?"

A constant reader who holds her silence reminded me today that I started this as a fun enterprise. Having done the journalism thing, I have not been unaware of the power of the written word. As The Grateful Dead say, it's been a long, strange road. Gerry Garcia is dead, and I don't feel too good.

This was fun when it first started. I thought I was leaving an online lgacy for my daughters, so they might understand me better. I have tried to leave footprints in the past, but the impermancy of computers defeats this at every turn. A commercial enity named Google™ has destroyed the last of my efforts. Unless I find a new, painless web host, I won't be back online.

Thank you, Google™. I am a capitalist, but you have killed me. Free speech subordinates to whatever you charge by the click. My website is dead. It was fun while it lasted.

Where's my blog?

Two years of commentary down the toilet! Google™ is totally non-responsive. What is this new "beta" format, and why do I have to adjust to it? Is someone trying to sell me an Apple Mac? I have kissed every Google™ butt on the Internet. Nothing will give my old blog back. I will be taking a hike on these mooks as soon as I can find another free blogging service.

I am described as the world's most stubborn man, so I may hang around and fight to re-establish United Possums. However, I am very disheartened, and don't look forward to invading the site template to re-post all the links from the old UPI.

Constant readers with an old link can still find the last of the original UPI. The old site will not accept new posts, and I am not sure I have the patience to deal with Google™. Stay tuned; we'll see what happens.

Good night

United Possums International is dead. They have been killed by Google™. The Internet used to be a free and easy place. One could post a few hundred words, and speak one’s mind.

This option is no longer open. It’s all about pay to play, now. The formerly free Blogger™ site has become the property of Google™. Two years of social commentary were erased with a keystroke. It’s all about running banner ads and making money on a website.

Sorry, I won’t be playing along at home. I had my fun with UPI, and it was a life-saving event to speak my mind when the urge seized me. Control of Blogger™ has been seized by some money-driven cartel. The original UPI blog has been erased. I don’t have the heart to establish a new commentary, with all the links that existed. UPI is dead, and the so-called blosophere becomes a bit more prey to commercial predations. Speak up while you can, kids! It will eventually cost you. Good night, and good luck!

Last of the stinrgays...

Blogger™ has entered an unholy alliance with Google™. I fought for 14 hours to post to my old blog; I had to establish a new one, and it isn't up and running yet. Maybe there will be two United Possums International. I just wanted to put up a few words about stingrays, and I got fed a ration of some kind of internet shift.

Much cursing and chasing links may have had a result. All I wanted do do was post a few words and a picture. UPI may be here for a few more minutes. I'll see about posting a second site. I see two years of commentary down the toilet, and nothing redemptive from the Google™ people. I think I am going to bail on this blatantly commercial company. Remember when the Internet was free and easy?

I had something to say about stingrays, fast boats, and a couple hundred words that should have published to this site. I will hit the buttons, and hope for the best.

Good night

United Possums International is dead. They have been killed by Google™. The Internet used to be a free and easy place. One could post a few hundred words, and speak one’s mind.

This option is no longer open. It’s all about pay to play, now. The formerly free Blogger™ site has become the property of Google™. Two years of social commentary were erased with a keystroke. It’s all about running banner ads and making money on a website.

Sorry, I won’t be playing along at home. I had my fun with UPI, and it was a life-saving event to speak my mind when the urge seized me. Control of Blogger™ has been seized by some money-driven cartel. The original UPI blog has been erased. I don’t have the heart to establish a new commentary, with all the links that existed. UPI is dead, and the so-called blosophere becomes a bit more prey to commercial predations. Speak up while you can, kids! It will eventually cost you. Good night, and good luck!