My Name Is Delany
People have been known to ask me who in the hell I thought I was. Nobody wants the answer. You do not care about my name, unless you or your name is...
One man's perspective of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
People have been known to ask me who in the hell I thought I was. Nobody wants the answer. You do not care about my name, unless you or your name is...
The other side of money remains poetic. The philosophy of money requires a harder look at what money can not be. Money can never be more than what it actually is. but...
This article came from practical experience, finally understood. For philosophical and moral considerations, try back later. Without much need or want, and certainly too little money to bother with, I never had...
DNA’s superpower is producing fractal globules, or almost infinite repeating geometries between one dimension and all three, that never become knots. To understand, imagine DNA as a book, All About You! It...
The budget demonstrates federal corruption perfectly. A continuing resolution means nothing changes. Republicans present Biden’s budget from last year with a few trillion added on. That means all the same funding for...
Everything defining United States politics has been infected with generations of corruption. Not that it was easy in the first place! According to Webster’s Dictionary, 1840, democracy means the people vote for...
The Press forecast devastation from Trump’s tariffs and (at this moment) Mexico and Canada threaten to jack the prices on everything in retaliation. Certainly CNN, MSNBC, ABC, PBS, etc. told you we...
In my last article, I mentioned that the newest term for Hysteria is Woke, particularly as “Trump Derangement Syndrome,” where victims automatically believe the direct opposite of what we see and hear...
Hysteria no longer exists. It changed to “conversion disorder” sometime in the late 80s, then “affective neurological disorder.” It means emotionally inappropriate responses to physical reactions that have no physical causes. The...
A favorite view of life etched itself into memory. I would look through a stained glass window in a third floor dormer of the great big house of my birth. I could...
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