BanjoCat Creative

It’s been a few weeks since my last post. I swore to myself that I was going to do a post a week but life does make it difficult. Writing is my only outlet. The only corner of my existence where the fresh air…   Read More →

Today, I will write what it is on my heart. Where I currently reside there is a biting chill in the air as we experience our first snowfall of the season. This chill is not unfamiliar to me as its presence arrived long before…   Read More →

No, I’m not going to prattle on about Bill Gates. Well, maybe just a little bit. It’s just that smug mug, and what it represents to me, just happens to work as a good Truth-Tees segue. I do wonder why he has been so…   Read More →

Six feet of space. Six degrees of separation. Six steps to communism. Are we digging our own graves? This video was recorded impromptu at a Idaho Freedom Rally. Please listen to this woman’s story as she recounts her life under Communism, her harrowing escape,…   Read More →

What shall we call our current state of affairs? We seem to be unwitting props and unpaid extras in a real-time film noir. Let’s call it… “Dances with Fools” in homage to filmographies epic American Western of similar name. The stars of this production…   Read More →

I had an interesting, or rather, a troubling comment arrive from a family member over this post about exploring the mRNA shots. The post was my attempt to sift through all the information available and try to understand this untested novel technology as it…   Read More →

Dad! What’s it been… six years now? I really miss you. The last time we spoke I was living in Idaho. I was there only a year when I got the call I dreaded – it was time for you to leave us. We…   Read More →

There’s a lot of talk about what qualifies as essential these days. The re-framing of language has led to much confusion in the ranks. Let’s keep it simple. You are essential. I am essential. We are intelligent beings capable of incalculable goodness and great…   Read More →

Salina stands anxiously on the corner as she waits for the cross-walk signal to flash the all clear sign. She has been walking this circuit since she was a child without incident or injury. Even when there are no cars on the road, no…   Read More →

I saw a woman at a cemetery weeping inconsolably as she lay face down on a grass covered grave. Suddenly, another presence materialized, and I saw a round clay vase suspended in the air. This is going to sound disgusting, but inside the vase…   Read More →