I don’t pray much. Maybe a glance up when I buy a lottery ticket. My mother prayed, and it didn’t seem to do her much good. I’ve heard too many preachers pray for a big collection for the new edifice to take it seriously. If I did pray, I’d pray for New Orleans, as I… Continue reading Say a word for New Orleans
“Pity the nation whose people are sheep,and whose shepherds mislead them.Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.Pity the nation that raises not its voice,except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as heroand aims to rule the world with force and by torture.Pity the nation that… Continue reading Farewell, Coney Island
