Pompous Jackassery and Mortal Concerns: Kindergarten

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Pompous Jackassery and Mortal Concerns exists because I’ve failed at every other literary form. Novelist? Barely passable. Journalist? Unfit. Poet? Please. Essayist? Marginally above average—which is just enough to crash and burn among the illiterati. A sensible man would accept his creative fate and spend his evenings trying not to stare into the sun or eat too many crayons before dinner. I am not that man.

Pompous Jackassery: The Ghosts of Beard’s Landing

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The woods behind my house smelled of pine sap, wet moss, and the metallic tang of mud. To me, they weren’t woods but a travel hub for everything extinct or imaginary. Dinosaurs stomped through sandy patches. Crocodiles blinked from rocks that weren’t rocks yesterday. The Cherokee whispered peace terms in the wind, smoke from their fires mixing—somehow—with the neighbor’s leaf pile.

The Soapbox: ‘Joe Levasseur embodies everything wrong with Manchester politics’

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Joe Kelly Levasseur embodies everything wrong with Manchester politics: a parasitic presence draining taxpayer dollars and bullying anyone standing in his way. As his house of cards collapses, he attempts to gaslight our city into believing his resignation as chairman of the board of mayor and aldermen represented some noble stand.

The Soapbox: At a crossroad

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The question remains: Can we prioritize the well-being of our children, or will we allow influential figures and organizations to dictate our future and impose globalism? It is crucial that we set aside our minor disagreements to effectively confront the threat of globalism. True freedom is not free, and we must move beyond the left versus right narrative.

Pompous Jackassery: The Guinness Book never called, but I still hold records

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The Guinness Book is full of lunatics chasing immortality.

Men who dunk their heads for apples until their lungs give out. Women who crochet scarves so long they could strangle Rhode Island. One guy painted the same baseball eighteen thousand times until it ballooned into a yoga ball. Another piled up 8,226 Batman trinkets, because apparently Gotham didn’t need his help.

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