JOHN RUBENS is no Mother Teresa.

Be it easier to assauge the downtrodden when one is upright, the empathy of those whose pains cost more heal directly the hurt.

#VeteransDay2015

#twitterfeedsthatfeed

“Let’s be real.” Something Bob Dylan Might Say, by John Rubens, artificial turf salesman.

Lawyers, Judges and @SCOTUS, step aside for Ollie North for a time. Later you’ll have plenty of work to catch up on, doctors and jailers too.

Dear #RichCapparela: Thanks for the #French plug. #Elgar knows love of philosophy and women [or men, I don’t know]. I love Elgar, am I homo? Personally, I don’t think I am, but I agreed once that everyone had the capacity to be whatever the oppressor wanted the victim to be but for a will to unity with the kingdom of God by grace.  

Wien, we love your women, but what is the cost?

A Tweeter has his audience, Jesus sent them out.

@raftofwater See also: #Rounders [#EdNorton cheats at draw poker] But see #SinCity, A Film by #RichardRodriguez [cheating IS the game].

Fiction by #necronixon, the last vestige of collegiality in American politics.

“You don’t have Richard Nixon to kick around anymore.”

The 2nd Coming.

#ThinkAhead

“I guess there’s no Thanksgiving in that little red bag of yours.”

Adaptation, Dorothy to the Wizard

Dear Readers:

Among his many leadership exploits, Ronnie went to the Borax plant and emerged as the gloved fist of capitalistic distraction.  #SoapOperaRealityShow