Cuento de Mi Id

“The November Country”

by Ramón Bradamante

It was the November Country...

That country where prosperity was always around the corner... The country where the bottoms were always foggy and the promises always broken; where votes go quickly and taxes linger, and debts stay. That country composed in the main of smoky rooms, grassy knolls, no-tell motels, credibility gaps and future monuments. That country where people are election people, forever chasing dreams and the occasional chad. Where people perpetually pay for the future while living in the past and hoping for the present -- if not a present.

Comic Book Image of the Week

Remember, remember, the fifth of November!

November Is the Cruelest Month

I got another virus on my computer and my warranty has expired so I have no way to pay for repairs at this time. With luck, this should change by next week but in the meantime, I won't be posting much for obvious reasons.

The funny thing is that if I still had money coming in from either a paycheck or my unemployment insurance, I could settle this easily but unfortunately, I'm not in that situation. I keep filling out applications but I'm beginning to wonder why. At least I have food stamps now so I won't starve but I'm still way too dependent on the kindness of friends and family -- and I don't want to be.