Jabberwocky
By David Glenn Cox

"I don't know what you mean by 'glory,'" Alice said.
Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. "Of course you don't -- till I tell you. I meant "there's a nice knock-down argument for you!'"

"But `glory' doesn't mean `a nice knock-down argument,'" Alice objected.
"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said in a rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean -- neither more nor less."

The Oil Panic of 2008
By David Glenn Cox

My Last Day of Work
By David Glenn Cox

How could this happen to me? My sector, my department, had always been the best in our employee evaluations. In every category we scored in the highest possible percentile; efficiency, timeliness, loyalty, patriotism, and yes, even in dogma, we were number one. So how could this happen? It must be a mistake, that’s it! A mistake, I’ll send them an Email, requesting an evaluation of pending efficiency and productivity improvement.

There’s a Beggar at the Door, It’s Your Banker
By David Glenn Cox

My parents used to tell me about the last great depression, I vividly remember my father explaining to me how the landlady would come to beg his parents for the rent. Not to ask for the rent or demand the rent but beg. My grandparents would give her whatever they had at the time, fifty, seventy-five cents. She would leave, joyous for a small percentage of the five-dollar rent.

Watching the Dinosaurs Fall
By David Glenn Cox

The motivation for this comes from an article written by Martin Wolf of the Financial Times and he told the truth, mainly. I won’t dispute a single fact or figure but in his article, “America’s economy risks mother of all meltdowns” he comes to us as a prognosticator, predicting the future of the things that will be.

I Think that I Shall Never See
By David Glenn Cox

I think that I shall never see
a site as lovely as a tax rebate, for free
A partisan platform based on greed
by giving more to those who don't need
To rescue the economy is not a mistake
but throwing life jackets to those not in the lake?

Gimme Back My Bullets
By David Glenn Cox

So as we stand at the vestibule of hard times and remain unacknowledged by those who would just as soon wipe us from the bottom of their shoes. We must again remind ourselves and our leaders that we are more than just generalities and statistics. That we the people are not tenant farmers or renters here but the owners and regents of this land. Your wealth is at our discretion; our poverty is not at yours. That a fair chance for opportunity and prosperity isn’t a social program or charity but a sovereign right.

Incident Mar’s Maher
By David Glenn Cox

There are No Republicans in Science Fiction
By David Glenn Cox

Only in America can you win the Nobel Peace Prize and then be condemned in the media. Rather than taking pride that an American won a prestigious award right wing pundits have reignited the whole there’s no global warming shtick. You would thing that they would begin to tire of being wrong, but no. When you never have to admit your wrong it becomes easier to be wrong even when the non-perfected disagree

The Few, The Proud, Armies of One
By David Glenn Cox

Again and again they stand before the complicit media and say no, that is incorrect.
The President makes claims and they repeat no, that is incorrect. Nancy and Harry talk a good game but all while they bob and weave denouncing the Presidents plans but funding them all the same. The media anointed presidential candidates of both parties do their best to distance themselves from the President. But when push comes to shove they all agree with the President that pushing and shoving is the only answer.

Pointing Out the Monsters among the Sheep
By David Glenn Cox

They beat a 14-year-old child to death for a minor offense and the law says they did no wrong. Emmett Till was 14 when he was beaten to death in Mississippi back in 1955. He had supposedly whistled at a white woman but that minor offense carried a death sentence. Martin Lee Anderson had stolen his grandmother’s car and was sentenced to boot camp where he was executed for his crime.

It’s a Small World After All
By David Glenn Cox

Here we are on this God forsaken mud ball orbiting a second rate sun on a Cul de Sac set off in a back water solar system, light years from the main road of the universe. Perhaps that’s why some choose to treat us as if we just fell off the proton truck from Pluto. The belief that we literally don’t know the difference between shit and shinola or the difference between impropriety and the appearance of impropriety.

Don’t Puke in the Banana Suit
By David Glenn Cox

What could I possibly mean with that title, Don’t Puke in the Banana Suit? Well, years ago I had a friend named Chris and we hung around together in a crowd of guys. Some of us who worked together and some of us were friends of friends and we partied and watched College football games together.

Jamming with Geppetto
By David Glenn Cox

Recently a Bush supporter asked me “So which is it? Is the President an idiot or a genius.” The idea being to paint the Presidents critic’s into a corner either he’s a genius and we were all wrong before or he’s an idiot and we are all wrong now.
But the short answer is the President is neither he’s a psychopath.

The Last Redoubt
By David Glenn Cox

Many people think of catastrophes as an exclamation point, a lightening bolt from out of the blue sky. The truth is usually that most cataclysms are a series of minor events unnoticed in their individual accounts but it is when the sums are totaled that we begin to see it before our eyes and shake our heads with disappointment in our own rekonings.