Flynn Got Fucked?

So Trump grouches about how Flynn got fucked. What does he know? Flynn lied and who knows. He will buy his way out with his testimony, saving his kid and keeping his money. Me! A big lie by Hynes, poor reporting by the press and a corrupt system ruined my life, a life I had been building, a life designed to do good. And my nemesis has returned to power, aiming at the Special Prosecutor. Rudy got me, because I am a nobody with no friends or family. He cannot get Mueller. I still have my wife and little else.

OK, But Not That Good

I can still look into the mirror at myself. I often wonder if any of you, not the few who stood up for justice, can do the same. You all, especially my brother’s family, scum, left me to die. I did suffer a mortal wound, but have not expired, yet. Closer to dying, than living. Cancer will kill me, before the Per Curium.

On The Road To Morocco

Off to another foreign land. Have to know before CLL numbers change and I need treatment. So far, so good. “Keep doing what you are doing,” the Cancer Dr. said. Too old to change, assuming I know what I am doing.

That Man From Rio Is Still Good

Belmondo, just an ordinary good looking guy, and a babe, chase stolen art. Spielberg used this movie to make Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Belmondo still lives, despite being debilitated by a stroke. He did several of the stunts. The babe is dead. Karen Allen character based on her. There is also a Short Round character.

Lovers of French Cinema, Hitch and Tintin will love this movie.

Movies are an antidote to Trumpitis.

John G Morris, Dead at 100

In 2015, I attended a photo workshop in Paris with Peter Turnley. We went to John Morris’s apartment, looked at his images and books, listened to his stories. Then we went to dinner at a cute place on rue St. Louis. Nobody knew who he was.

Through his work, John G. Morris allowed us to see places and get close to people we would not have otherwise known. In doing this, he taught us to see. Think about all the great photographers he knew: Chim, Cappa, Cartier-Bresson, all the giants.

A debt is owed to all photojournalists, especially the ones who gave their lives to help us understand man’s humanity to man, apologies to those who would find this politically incorrect.