our 72nd weekly open mike
Let’s see what happens when your host (me) has nothing to say. Step right up, speak your mind, tell a story, sing a song, whatever.
3/22/2026
Anything goes, 3/22
14 responses to “Anything goes, 3/22”
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America has lost its leader of the world status. It will never regain it, and maybe that’s a good thing because it was always fake and hypocrisy, but no one will ever believe or trust the USA again. How can they trust us when we’ve elecetd and re-elected a madman and we refuse to do anything about it.
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Maybe we can unpin the “world’s policeman” badge. That would be a silver lining.
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Despite being on the border of the country they want to invade, the American military has fled their bases in Syria and Iraq other than one in Iraqi Kurdistan (now under nightly bombardment by local militias). So in fairness Trump really is ending the wars, just not the ones he’s starting.
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Give him his Knobby Peace Prize, he’s earned it!
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Harvey Weinstein’s first interview since his downfall and it’s something.
I’ve heard about rich people hiring “prison consultants” when facing the likelihood of incarceration, but this has gotta be the only prisoner in America with his own publicist. Imagine the inroads Manson would have made if he had “Jude” networking on his behalf on the other side of the wire.
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Wonder what his publicist actually does. How does someone put a shine on that man’s image?
No introspection. Says it’s McCarthyism that Jeffrey Katzenberg won’t take his calls. Dude’s still a monster who thinks he’s the victim, and I’ll bet he’s not the worst of them.
American prisons need a complete overhaul and Rikers is especially awful, and nobody, not even Weinstein, deserves Rikers, but on the bright side, he’s not raping any women these days.
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My favorite part is when he cries out loud that they’ve treated him so badly after all the *good* he’s done:
> It’s incredible to have the life that I had and the things that I did for society and not have the leniency to deal with me in a kinder way.
The whole thing could be an hour long monologue or a 1 man show, “Harvey Weinstein In Hell.” He understands, intuitively, what plays for the audience, but not how to deliver it. So he runs through every mask – penitent, braggart, prodigal son, good ole boy, genius, patron – trying to see which one gets the proper reaction. It must be quite fascinating but also utterly revolting to see in person.
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That particular excerpt jumped out at me, too.
Weinstein is even fatter and uglier than me. He’d be a virgin if he wasn’t a rapist.
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Indecent Interlude
Our parents were very decent (and so is Bruce) so why am I so indecent? It started in high school when I sent away for a couple pictures of naked women using my made-up French alias “Albert Tranvous.” Though very decent, my father had his collection of high class erotic prose on the upper shelf of his closet, like Frank Harris’s memoir, and I helped myself to it. When he called me into his room one day I happened to have Lady Chatterley’s Lover in my hand as I came in which he noticed and got upset. (Yes, very decent but no clue about talking about the birds and the bees to his son.)
(I also pilfered change from his dresser to buy candy at the nurses’ home down the street and once was caught with my fingers in the top drawer, shocking both of us. I also idolized my shoplifting sister and got caught a couple times and chased dramatically down the street, once caught in my surplus army trench coat with half a recorder, a bag of peppermint tea and Mao’s little red book in the pockets.
While telling jokes you can make fun of anyone and everyone, though someone might hear your off-color attempt at humor and hold you to that gaffe permanently. The decent thing is to refrain from telling hurtful or racial jokes and you have the free speech right but why even do that? (There’s a word for those who aren’t as funny as they think they are: obnoxious.)
When in junior high I was taught by my liberal parents to write off permanently any classmate who said “nigger,” which was probably why I had few friends in the racist cornfields of Indiana. (When my sister married an African that was another story.)
I was always indecent and didn’t refrain from talking about sex, even in mixed company, but now what’s the point? My single peers and I are over-the-hill with no game, confidence or prospects, just stale fantasies, and are running out the clock with dogs, cats and birds as companions. (It seems like an anachronism to talk dirty these days though there is a website where I’ve been posting my salacious stories once a week, just for exhibitionist kicks.)
I was so indecent that I took my camera to the swimming hole a couple times during the skinny-dipping days, once stealthily and another time openly. I still have those pics, in fact last year I showed them to one of the subjects at the river that day, my food stamps worker from 1976, and asked her and her husband for forgiveness. (They already knew I was probably indecent, hey, I was just documenting history. Am I still indecent because I have some left behind trimmer’s bra and panties hanging above my bedroom
door?)
I eventually realized that both men and women talk dirty among themselves, in other words frankly, personally and honestly. Men talk about women, women talk about women and men and so it’s all about context. (I’ve noticed that when people have children they become more decent and also sometimes start supporting the death penalty.)
Yes, I’ve had a variety of experiences with strippers, hookers, the personals, girlfriends and lovers and have written and typed them all up. I’d like to put together a collection, another home-made book, with all the sexual adventurism just because it could be fun project. If it’s just gonna be a juicy gonzo recitation it’s probably blatantly indecent, though if it were created by someone like the talented wordsmith Henry Miller then it would be very beautiful prose, I suppose.-
This is misty-eyed nostalgia, pert near sweet. Not as ribald and raunchy as your usual, or as I’d expected when you said the AVA had shouted NO!
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yeah, i thought it had a chance, it’s funny, the ava readers are all adults
but the boss is a child stuck in the mores of the ’50’s…
people who run papers are the biggest control freaks, imo…
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US quadruple amputee cornhole champion arrested on suspicion of murder
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/mar/24/amputee-cornhole-player-arrestedand movie reviews soon?
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That’s the kind of news I kinda hate — murders, house fires, car wrecks, whatever matters only to the people involved and the people who know them. But I did enjoy the freakishness of it, thanks.
Mom’s quite ill, and I’m visiting daily, which is exhausting in itself, and more so because it’s a loooong bus ride each way. I’m really not in the movies mood, so it’ll be a while before there are reviews.
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