Matt Of All Trades

Owners of this UPS store in Newport, Vermont lost the  business after refusing to comply with mask wearing mandates. Photo via WCAX. Everywhere, including here in Vermont, a few people are incredibly willing to die on the anti-mask hill, with terrible person consequences.  A few end up dying.  Most make fools of themselves. Some ruin themselves financially for no good reason.  It's so illogical. The latest one involves the operators of a UPS franchise in Newport, Vermont.   Weeks ago, they put up a sign in the front door saying they would not wear a mask, customers could choose whether or not to wear a mask, and to please not ask employees to wear masks because they won't.  This goes directly against an executive order Vermont Governor Phil Scott issued last year mandating masks in stores. It also goes directly against UPS policy, which says that face masks are a required part of their uniform and everyone must wear them on the job.  The franchise...

Strange televangelist Kenneth Copeland is actually  much better when is rants are set to music Yes, yes, I know, grifter televangelists tend to impoverish the gullible, get filthy rich off that gullibility and are by no means nearly as Christian as they'd want everyone to believe.   Still, I'm fascinated by them.  Many are certainly larger than life, and have a knack of looking hilariously ridiculous to those of us outside the televangelist world.  You know the type. Remember Tammy Fae Bakker (who later became Tammy Fay Messner when she married a second televangelist) - she of the dripping mascara and impossibly long false eye lashes. My current favorite is Kenneth Copeland.  He's just so creepy looking. And he acts creepier.  Who can forget C opeland's really weird spooky laugh back in November when he just couldn't believe Joe Biden won the election instead of his equally strange hero Donald Trump.  Or that time Inside Edition's Lisa Guerrero co...

I have bizarre dreams. Last night, Lucille Ball  helped me with hail stones.   I like to tell people, sometimes, how strange my dreams are at night.  Nightmares are rare, but my dreams are definitely not something that can be easily analyzed.  Take last night for example: In the dream, I asked Lucille Ball to use the bongo drums in front of her to mimic how different sized hail stones sound as they crash down. You know, dime sized, quarter sized, golf ball sized, baseball sized. The sounds Lucy created for each sized hailstone sounded exactly like the videos I've seen in real life of videos with the corresponding hail sizes. Finally, in the dream, I got out of control, so I asked Lucy what sound wrecking ball-sized hailstones would sound like.  Lucy said, " I dunno. Go ask Miley Cyrus." Which of course let to some sort of version of the video for the hit Cyrus song "Wrecking Ball." Yeah, maybe I need some serious therapy.  Or a wrecking ball to the bra...