Category Archives: Misanthropy

Bias

Posted on May 14, 2021 by sputterpub

The Hasids were a splinter group at first,who added song and dance – so I was taught –but grew in time so rigid, now they’re cursedwith viral ignorance and magic thought.I see in Protestants a simile.The radical reflected in their … Continue reading →

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Political Awakening

Posted on November 27, 2020 by sputterpub

I guess since I was 6 and heard my dadsay he would not vote for the President,I started understanding grownups hadtheir differences about our government.But everyone agreed democracyand righteous fairness is our legacyand fortune, sharing values deep within –Americans at … Continue reading →

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Estranged

Posted on November 13, 2020 by sputterpub

I fail to understand, although I’ve tried,why millions of my countrymen supporta leader with no compass, who can’t guide,who won’t seek any wisdom or resortto knowledge, education, open mind,or building bridges virtual or real.I leave attempted empathy behind –today I … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 26 (Rimas Dissolutas)

Posted on April 12, 2020 by sputterpub

Our species is a blight upon the planet’s health. We ought to be ashamed; we think we’re apex strong. We couldn’t be less right, who mined the earth for wealth, who hoarded what we named or killed it for a … Continue reading →

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The Ugly Ride

Posted on October 28, 2019 by sputterpub

It’s true the bus is short and takes a route less popular than others near my place, and I was riding outside the commute hours, but noting every boarding face, it struck me how unhandsome and unfit my fellow passengers … Continue reading →

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Slowbility

Posted on October 22, 2019 by sputterpub

I think I get more patient as I age. I’ve gained perspective through the mounting years. But sometimes I’m consumed with inner rage at visible unfitness in my peers. I see the signs of metabolic waste, ungainly fat that pools … Continue reading →

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