William Lobb's Blog, page 15
November 2, 2020
American Taliban
Business across the country are boarded up, people have actually asked me if I think it’s safe to “be out” this week. A quarter million of us are dead from an invisible killer, we wear masks and we are afraid to shake hands. Marauding bands of self described Patriots, many heavily armed, are blocking traffic […]
October 9, 2020
What’s My Name?
I use two moral compasses, my grandmother Cora and Muhammad Ali. When I say Mr. Ali influenced my life I don’t mean he was a boxer I admired. He was, and still is, a larger than life role model for me. Not quite a deity, but probably as close to a Jesus figure as will […]
September 28, 2020
Ronny Gray
I met Ronny Gray in 1972. The young boy spoke of things I’d never heard of, and could not imagine. The cotton gin, and the great migration north of his family coming out of Mississippi. He spoke of his grandma who lived and worked the cotton plantation all her life, a daughter born into a […]
September 21, 2020
Wisdom of Jimmy B. Tester
“An unbroken string of days is all that brought us here. Eat some, sleep some, drink some, fuck some and fight some and here we are. An army of scoundrels, like me, like you, pulling’ and pushin’ and sellin’ each other to the highest bidder. Ain’t no allegiance. There ain’t no plan, never was. No […]
September 8, 2020
The President of the United States
Did you all see the President of the United States yesterday tell the reporter to take off the mask? Yup… the reporter was asking for clarification for some freshly delivered low energy lie, and the President of the United States told him to take off his mask, almost mocking him for wearing it. Trump likes […]
September 1, 2020
Who’s Zoomin’ Who?
This year, 2020, the US government has spent at least $1.5 TRILLION on the military. At least $2 TRILLION on corporate bailouts to already rich corporations, and another $1.5 TRILLION to artificially keep the stock market numbers high. That’s $5,000,000,000,000, American. Our kids are being educated using free apps from Zoom and Google Meet. Many, […]
August 26, 2020
The Work
I loved the farm and loved the farmer and hated the work. Ain’t nobody ever said they liked that work, that wasn’t lying. Nobody ever liked near electrocution, every day, trying to outsmart a fence that’s would knock a goddamn cow on his ass. Nobody ever liked cleaning corn out silage. Nobody ever liked being […]
August 24, 2020
Soldiers in the Road
She was an ordinary, quiet, and plain old woman, but her modesty and simplicity betrayed a wisdom and vision that only comes from years of listening more than speaking. The dirt under her fingernails expressed a truth that no man could contest. She rocked back and forth in her chair, the dry wooden boards of […]
August 21, 2020
The Light in August
Listening to Dylan’s Forever Young and sliding my hand into what must certainly be the last of many bags of summer’s cherries. Late August cherries are not as sweet as June cherries, and the flesh is thicker and pulpy, less juicy. Pondering, as I do every summer after the meteors come flying Perseus, did Faulkner […]
August 17, 2020
A 1963 Chevrolet
As long as I can recall, it’s always been a ‘63 Impala convertible, white with a red interior, and one of those early big-blocks, and a four-speed on the floor. Maybe I saw one or rode in one with my dad. We were Ford men; I knew that, but that Impala was hot. You chose […]
