If you break it, you buy it

I received an email today from THE WHITE HOUSE. Those fine folks want me to share my tale of woe and ennui detailing my misery at the hands of Obamacare. Or, in their words, my “disaster story.”

My response:

On a dark and dreary day, without the first iota of understanding as to what he was doing, little president Donnie began the process of tearing apart what healthcare there was in the land.

So instead of seeking my anecdotal evidence to support your dubious narrative, Donnie, why don’t you and your administration get busy with the substantial work of putting something better in place first before you proceed on your hell-bent mission of breaking what little we have.

Lastly, the very fact that you have emailed me seeking my “Obamacare disaster story” without any idea as to who I am or what “my story” is, shows you are merely throwing hand grenades into the dark without the foggiest notion as to who your target is or where they might stand.

Or, as you would oh so simply say, “Sad.”

Thank you

Mr. President,

I have no story to share; only thanks to extend.

Thank you, sir. Thank you and Michelle for leading with strength and dignity. While I can only imagine the burden and scope of the office you took up and captained so well, I can know and appreciate how well the republic fared under your watch.

I wish you and your lovely family all the best not only for this coming new year but all years to follow.

Again, thank you,

J. Eric Laing

A Plea to the President-elect

Dear Mr. President-elect Trump,

Congratulations on your victory. While you did not win the popular vote, you did succeed by the rules upon which this Republic was founded. And so, I respect that.

I will make no bones about it…you were not my choice. Your unbridled bigotry and almost passionate willingness to stoop at every turn to lower the bar of insults and mud-slinging seem to have neither filter nor check. In your race to one of—if not the—most powerful offices of this beautiful blue marble, a position that will determine the life, health, and happiness of not just the present but many generations and perhaps all generations to come, you gleefully swelled and wallowed in the putrid sty of divisions you created.

I have not come to this page to deride you or further a stance against you, however.

You, sir, are to be my nation’s President now. For better or worse. And so I can only wish you success in the former and hope we all avoid the latter.

But to my point of concern…. I opened my newspaper today to see that the Ku Klux Klan is celebrating your victory both online and publicly.

I understand that you did not seek this endorsement and have in fact have made small work of denouncing it. But, sir, a wave of hand and fleeting words of dismal are far and away not enough in this regard.

In light of the platform you ran upon, you can not look any rational man or woman in the face and say that this disgusting show of support and celebration surprises you. You planted this garden of weeds, and so it has bloomed. It is not enough for you to say you didn’t want this sick crop. You are to be our President now, sir. It is the field you cleared and tilled, the seeds you sowed.

It is upon you to step forward and plow it back into the earth to start anew before we are all left with nothing save for this foul harvest to dine upon.


Released! Set free! It’s been loosed upon the unsuspecting public!

Blood Songs

Cryptids and creeps. Deranged charlatans. Troubled souls seeking redemption or revenge. Strange things and weak, piddling people.  Stories thick with lies. These are weird tales indeed, caught up someplace between myth and fact, without existing in either or maybe, once upon a time and place, true in both….