Onward and Sideways


Dear Readers:


What an ordeal. Here I had a great blog, all was going smoothly, when suddenly, for no apparent reason, it vanished in a cloud of digital smoke: poof! Oddly enough, my last blog was titled: The Politics of Pot. Could there be a connection there, somehow? Could those who have attacked and demonized Michael Phelps just for being a normal American kid be on my trail as well?


I was writing about my non-conformist, unorthodox, ex-hippy detective Tony Lowell at the time. Tony Lowell, as it happens, just like probably a hundred million other Americans who remember the Sixties (or at least still listen to the music) has been known to do a Michael Phelps on occasion. They hypocrisy of calling that action a crime is so monumental and sweeping (thanks to the recent powers-that-be of the past decade) that it reminds me of Rush Limbaugh demanding that all "druggies" be put in jail, while snorting Oxycontin between sets. Puhleeze, enough already, and let's hope our almost-too-good-to-be true new Administration will put an end to this nonsense at last and teach the media mavens to focus on what's actually important, what is truly criminal out there (for example, why is Karl Rove still walking around? Or any and all of those mega-thieves on Wall Street?).


I look forward to the day that all crimes are solved, and private investigator Tony Lowell no longer needs to worry about who's profiteering from polluting the Gulf, killing the manatees, shooting the Panthers, and rigging the Supreme Court.


As Buddy Holly once sang (even before the Sixties came along) that'll be the day!


In any case, moving on, I am now back online.

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