America’s anxiously watching the primaries, holding its breath, waiting to find out whether the next president will be a White Woman or a Black Man. People have been asking me for—literally—weeks: “Who should I choose?” Let me just say: Neither. I have voted and will continue stuffing the ballot box for Kucinich. I just know he can do it. 

“Have you noticed all the crazy weather? It’s like it’s prophesied in the Bible!” Ha!

Hey, wacko “Baptist” Fred Phelps’ own “soul” is bad enough, but his corruption of the young with hate turns my stomach and makes me weep. Ugh! 

Do unto others (treat others) as you would have them do unto you (as you want them to treat you). (I‘m translating for you from KJV to modern ‘Merican.)

Pay attention. 

All the rest is commentary . . .
OK, thanks, Bye . . .
Jesus (and thousands of others).

I have to say up front that there is no way for the Jesus Machine to pick up only on my best, most-likely-to-be-thought “profound” thoughts. Sometimes it will pick up quite ordinary ones, like “I have an itch,” or, “You know, rose rocks are strangely cool.” So be prepared to sift though for what’s relevant to you. I have lots to say, and only some of it is what you’re looking for.