A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
A log of our magnificent journey. |
Sun rises, sun sets, tide comes in, and tide goes out. Dolphins dance in surf and chase my worries away while living on island time. |
I found this poor guy floating on an inner tube in the Sea of Propaganda. He says his name is Truth and he was beaten severely before being set adrift to starve by a gang of rowdy bullies led by Rumor, Opinion, and Speculation. If you claim him, I would like to share custody as long as you vow to maintain a strict diet of verifiable facts, supplemented by a healthy dose of journalistic integrity. Meet us at Sincerity Harbor if you are familiar with this unfortunate soul, so we can nurture him back to health and rebuild his strength to help him stand up against these ruthless thugs. |
Yo, bro, listen up. We need a roommate over here to help with expenses. Schizophrenic dingbats and undercover agents need not apply. Please pay no heed to those rumors of my recent incarceration, as they are highly overblown. Just ask my parole officer. He will happily attest to my complete rehabilitation. He'd better, because we are paying him dearly to cover my butt, which is the reason we need assistance paying the bills. If accepted, you will be responsible for paying the rent, the water bill, the electric bill, the groceries, any debts to my bookie, and all other expenses. In return, you will be welcome to share Granny's weekly batch of brownies made with special ingredients grown in our greenhouse out back. If you stay in Uncle Jed's good graces by helping him deliver to his customers, I am sure that he will allot a gallon or two of his famous corn likker for your troubles. To respond, leave your name and phone number at the newspaper office. When we have screened your background to ensure there are no law enforcement connections, we will contact you with a secret password for entry to our euphoric world of constant pleasure. |